thanks for giving recovery 600 kudos, that is actually crazy?? i will never understand how this fic became so successful but i'm seriously so honored, so here's some quick little doodles <:D

superbat au wherein clark didn't know batman is human and thought batman has superpowers and telepathy is one of them bcus the bat could always tell what's on supes' mind and honestly he's intimidated by it. and it didn't help when clark started to develop an inconvenient and inappropriate crush on his partner in not-crime. cue, superman trying his best to not think anything inappropriate about gotham's big bat: images of his ma's brassiere which only freaks him out; desperate thoughts of the time lois got a spinach stuck in her teeth and clark was too afraid to tell her, puppies, cats he rescued, puppies and rainbows; batman's lips, wait no, batman's hands, even weirder, batman's thighs, nope not going there, that one time he saw batman punch a perp so hard there's indentation on the man's cheek that matches the studs covering batman's gauntlets. eventually he just ends up staying as far away as possible from batman.

sydcarmy intimacy in fics i would take in canon instead of a kiss (alternatively the sydcarmy love language):

having a proper honest and vulnerable heart to heart post the freezer

properly creating a menu together with balanced dishes between the two and fusions (source)

sharing a notebook filled with sydney's ideas and carmy's drawings

carmy opening up to sydney about his struggles

sydney opening up to carmy about hers

resting their hand on top of the others

taking a minute to breath, resting their heads on each other (source)

carmy breaking down crying while sydney holds him (source)

sharing a meal together, sharing a spoon (source)

cooking a meal for the other

cleaning and wrapping a bandaid around the others cut (source)

cooking in a kitchen outside of the bear, moving together like a synchronized dance (source)

carmy driving sydney home

going to the farmer's market together

going on food tours together

carmy being invited to the adamus house

carmy seeing sydney's childhood bedroom

sydney seeing carmy's desolate bedroom

sleeping over at each other's house after working on a menu together late into the night

watching a tv show on the couch together

I am SO curious about the SQH Burnout Fic 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️ i beg <333

i have a bad habit of writing a new sickfic to cope every time i feel unwell 😂 this one is SQH gets anxious about the future, overworks himself, and gets pneumonia. excerpt from near the end of the fic, which i wrote first for some reason?

Shang Qinghua isn’t sure what makes him aware of the change in the room. A shift in the air, a sound, maybe just the slightest drop in temperature. He blinks, sleepy and bleary, at the pages of the novel he was failing to read, feeling warm and syrupy from whatever was in the medicine Mu Qingfang was dosing him with. “My king?” Mobei-jun steps from the shadows silently, and comes to sit at the edge of his bed. He’s dressed down, unarmored— just soft silk robes and simple boots, no weapons or jewelry save a pendant around his neck. Shang Qinghua recognizes it as one he gave his king when he was still a disciple, some ridiculous one-of-a-kind protection artifact that he’d known to snatch out of a crumbling temple thanks to special author knowledge, about forty years before it was going to become plot relevant. He hadn’t realizes that Mobei-jun still had it. Had he been wearing it all this time? Mobei-jun’s cold claw-tips brush through his bangs. “Shang Qinghua,” he says, rumbling and familiar. Shang Qinghua blinks up at him. “My king,” he repeats. And, suddenly struck by the memory of exactly what position(s?) the king of the Northern Desert last saw him in, feels his face heat in a way that has nothing to do with any lingering fever. “My king! I’m so—” Mobei-jun halts him with a raised hand. “You are recovering?” “Yes, my king,” Shang Qinghua says. “I’m doing much better already.” “Good.” Mobei-jun pulls over the chair that Shen Qingqiu was sitting in earlier. The sight of his hulking form dragging over and delicately maneuvering into the small chair sparks something warmer than amusement in Shang Qinghua’s chest. “This king… must apologize.” Shang Qinghua’s gaze jerks up. “W-what?” “You were sick. Humans are weakened by the cold. I allowed you to stay and work in the North anyways, and missed the signs of your ill health. Qinghua could have died.” “But I didn’t. I wouldn’t have! My king, I was just sick, it wasn’t… as bad as all that. I’m a cultivator, it takes more than some cold weather to take me out.” He gives an awkward laugh. “It does take more than the cold. Qinghua was overworking himself, and was hiding from this king.” “But I overwork myself all the time,” Shang Qinghua says, the words coming out more earnestly than he means them to. He drops the book and wraps his arms around himself, looking away. “I’ve been working like this since I was a disciple. I don’t understand what’s changed. I should have just felt bad for a little bit and then dealt with it and gotten better. It shouldn’t have been such a big deal.” “I am sorry,” Mobei-jun repeats. He runs his fingers through Shang Qinghua’s loose hair again, and Shang Qinghua leans tiredly into the touch. “I… regret. The part I played in not allowing Qinghua to rest. Then, and now.” Shang Qinghua’s face feels hot. He scrubs at his eyes, the feeling only intensifying as Mobei-jun continues to run his cold hands through his hair, his claws pleasantly scraping against his scalp, the touch comforting. “It’s fine, my king,” he says. “It is not. But I will endeavor not to make the same mistake again.” Shang Qinghua leans miserably into Mobei-jun’s cool touch.

fratboy!geto who does the whole "if you aint a bro, or sleeping w a bro then GET THE FUCK OUT" to the people at the party when you've arrived. because all he wants is to be with you.

me: i hate cliches. theyre so predictable and overdone. i just want something new-

every fic ever: character A confidently/impulsively kisses character B who freezes under their touch causing character A to panic and begin to pull back just as character B remembers themself and kisses back with a passion

me, born to ascend, forced to act casual by societal norms:

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @jamespearce9-1-1 💖

here's another tiny snippet of the christmas fic - i'm done with the sad part, now only fluff haha - just one and a half scenes and it's gonna be done just in time for christmas (also, I might have gotten a new idea for a christmas fic, where they decorate a tree - I wanted it here but it didn't happen and can't fit it in lol so that might also be in the works once this one is done haha - no promises tho, who knows lol)

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“What’s- Christmas is tomorrow.” Buck points out with a small chuckle, but he tentatively takes the box. He glances at the tree in the corner, with a pile of gifts underneath, that they decorated together just a few days ago, after buying it together as well. It was the most domestic thing, and Eddie was dying to lean in and kiss Buck, or grab his hand, or just do anything, his feelings trying to leak out of him in any and all ways. Soon he’ll be able to shout it from the rooftops if he wants to. Hopefully.

“Yeah, but I wanted to give you one of your gifts a bit earlier.” Eddie scratches the back of his neck nervously. “Open it.” he adds excitedly when Buck’s just standing there, looking at the box. 

“Why am I the only one opening a gift early? What about you guys?” his frown deepens.

“Don’t worry about us, this is about you. Please?” he waves the question off, because it’ll all make sense in a minute.

“Just open it, Buck.” Christopher chimes in, excitement in his tone. Buck looks at him and his smile melts into fondness.

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a post about fic updates! so the fics im currently juggling are dog teeth, tams, and of course, taob. my original plan was to start posting the second installment of the dog teeth series by sometime in april, bc it's the fic im most into atm and i already have the first chapter done, i just want to bank another one or two because once i start posting it i want to KEEP posting it with regular updates, hopefully every 2 weeks like with kaiein. HOWEVER this will put my atla fics on a back burner. april is a good writing time for me (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE) bc i have the entire month off from uni to prep for may exam season, and i always want to write when im procrastinating my degree. which is. it's own thing im sure i'll graduate it's fine i'm fine. so if i focus on dog teeth, neither tams nor taob will get focus until like. june. which is par for the course with taob but im NOT happy about doing with tams.

SO my thought process was i can either be normal about this and just accept it's literally my final year at uni and im trying to graduate and it doesn't matter if updates are slow on ANY fics, or i can do my usual and implement an insane deadline that i somehow always make by the skin of my teeth. can you guess what i went with?

and thus i present unto the crowd my tentative plan: have the next taob chapter done by middle of april (im aware this is quite hand-wavey but it gives me a month to work with, so in my head this means anything between april 10th-20th), have the next tams chapter done by the end of april, and dog teeth can follow.

here's some tidbits from the Laughingstock Misunderstanding fic outline, just 'cause i got mild amusement outta them and thought y'all might too <3

trying to bargain for a happier ending for Akai @itotypes

plsletthembehappy

Maybe I'm just overly focused on how lore/canon works with the life series + HC, but I haven't seen anyone discussing how Bdubs very very directly references Cleo scolding him in Double Life in Ren's Audition Tapes video. (I mean, some people are joking about it, but I haven't seen any meta posts/ analysis of it yet)

At 14:00 in Ren's video: "Just from what I know of Cleo- She scolded me so badly, one time, that I felt like a little child. And she was right to scold me! I was a bad guy, I did a bad thing- I was lying, and she caught me, and she put me in my place."

Especially bc this ep was so very "in character", this to me is a direct confirmation that the Bdubs on Hermitcraft remembers the life series + events therein. (And as a result, the Crastle is named with full knowledge of what happened with the previous Crastle!)

Thinking about how if somebody asked Thaniel what his favorite color was and he'd reply that it's gold.

Ryoshu and Rodya friendship where they sometimes sleep in each other's room when it gets too much in theirs.

When the candlelight in Ryoshu's gets too bright and suffocating with the heat and reminds her too much of the fire her daughter died in sometimes she knocks (more of. just letting herself in lmao) on Rodya's door to literally cool off.

Sometimes when Rodya's room freezes her down to the bone to the point where that she can't sleep, and the stench and sight of her dead neighbors haunts her every senses, Ryoshu gets a quiet knock on her door, and an even more surprising, a solemnly quiet Rodya outside, asking her if she can take a quick snooze here because she doesn't wanna go out and do the night watch.

Something something the only bed worth sleeping is the one right next to you (sad). Fire and ice duo. you get me riht

Lael's (inspired by @skepticalfrog's fic)

like most people, my relationship with God and religion isn't all that... straightforward. like most people I'm always trying to unentangle my own faith in the universe and people and everything from what I was taught to believe in growing up. i don't know if there's a God. i don't know that it matters. but i do feel like the world would be a better place if we believed that God was an old Guatemalan man who runs a diner in Kansas. that He is in the impressions of kindness in this world, wherever they may be. isn't that kind of the whole point of it, anyway?

wait im just thinking about how some manhwas have male leads that look really idol-ish and and now i need a yoongi lookalike romantic interest who would stop what he's doing to make little snacks for his crush... he'd be the king of the miscommunication and one-sided pining trope.... THINK ABOUT HOW THE WORLD WOUDL BE SO MUCH BETTER ARGHFDHSGH......

dont think about an isekai manhwa where "yoongi" is a cursed knight trapped in an ancient artifact and the fl releases him and he's all like "thank you for saving me, i owe you my life, please allow me to come with you" and all the fl can think is "OH MY GOD ARE YOU MIN YOONGI...." and just learns that no matter the universe, yoongi is awesome and sweet and cute and and and...

OR shoujo manhwa where yoongi is the— actually hold on i had to stop myself because i think i was just about to describe hyyh yoonkook LMAOOO on god that tweet that said "the world could end and all that would be left would be cockroaches and hyyh yoonkookers" is real

anyway this was all an excuse to tell everyone that ive been rotted by manhwas lately and the need to Create Something has been strong but not strong enough to write so. i am just dumping ideas here. okay bye!!!!!

Fic's going well obviously why wouldn't it be going well can't you see it's going well etc.