Anxiadix

21 she/her Multi fandom MDNI

[glimmerfics]

In this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, you and Zoro wake up after a heavy night of drinking...

🔗READ/PLAY HERE to make your own choices! [Playthrough by Anonymous]

"Let's stay here a bit longer."

Zoro lets out a low, rumbling sound of agreement, his arm tightening around you as he pulls you flush against his side. He sinks deeper into the mattress, his heavy limbs molding to yours as he settles in for a long, lazy morning. The warmth of his skin is an invitation to forget the rest of the world, and you sink into the softness of the sheets with a contented sigh.

He rests his cheek against the top of your head, his breathing slow and steady. The distant sound of Sanji's voice reaches the room—a muffled shout about breakfast and discipline—but it feels like a transmission from another planet.

"Smartest thing you've said all day," he mutters, his voice thick with a drowsy, affectionate haze.

He begins to trace idle patterns on your waist, his calloused fingertips grazing your skin in a way that is gentle and grounding. The sunlight continues to crawl across the floor, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and the discarded clothes from the previous afternoon.

Zoro shifts slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. He remains still, simply existing in the quiet sanctuary of your shared room, his heart beating a slow, steady rhythm against your shoulder.

"I could stay like this for another few hours," he admits, his voice barely a whisper.

You shift slightly, your hand sliding down from his heart. Your fingertips trail a slow path across the hard planes of his abdomen, tracing the line of his muscles as you move toward his waist. The friction of your skin against his sends a subtle thrill through the air, and you feel his muscles ripple and tighten beneath your touch.

Zoro lets out a low hum of approval, his eyes fluttering open. He catches your hand with his own, pinning your fingers against his skin for a moment to keep you there.

He gives you a lazy, knowing look, one that suggests he's well aware of exactly where your mind is wandering. He pulls you closer, his arm locking around your waist to haul you flush against him once more. The morning light continues to climb higher, warming the room and highlighting the green of his hair against the pillow.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, his breath hot and steady.

"If we stay here much longer, Sanji's going to come in here and kick us both out of bed," he mutters, though he makes no effort to move. He sounds perfectly happy to let the world wait.

You lean in, capturing his lips in a kiss that starts soft but quickly deepens, pulling him flush against you. The heat from the previous afternoon still lingers in the air, and the simple act of closeness makes the world outside the room vanish once again.

Zoro lets out a low, rumbling hum of approval, his arm tightening around your waist to hoist you higher on the mattress. He meets your passion with a slow, possessive hunger, his hand sliding from your hip to the small of your back to anchor you.

He breaks the kiss just enough to mutter against your lips.

"You're making it really hard to actually get up."

He nuzzles his face into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He stays there for a long moment, his heart beating a steady, heavy rhythm against your chest. The sunlight has climbed higher, warming the sheets and casting a golden glow over the room.

"If Sanji comes knocking, I'm telling him you kidnapped me," he adds, a lazy smirk audible in his tone. He shifts his weight, pressing his forehead against yours, his stormy grey eyes clouded with a mix of drowsiness and raw affection.

You shift your position, letting your hand wander. Your fingertips trace a slow path from his chest, skimming over the hard ridges of his abdomen and dipping toward the waistband of his boxers. The friction is light, a teasing contrast to the heavy warmth of the morning, and you feel his muscles ripple and tighten instinctively beneath your touch.

Zoro lets out a low, vibrating hum. He catches your wrist with a sudden, firm grip, pinning your hand against his skin. He remains still for a heartbeat, his chest heaving in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Playing with fire again," he says.

He opens his eyes, the stormy grey clouded with a mixture of sleepiness and a growing, focused heat. A lazy, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He doesn't let go of your wrist; instead, he uses his grip to pull you flush against him, closing every single gap between your bodies.

The sunlight has climbed higher now, warming the room and highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. Outside, the muffled sound of a crash in the galley—likely Luffy and Sanji colliding—echoes through the walls, but the noise feels worlds away.

Zoro nuzzles his face into your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

"If you keep that up, we're definitely missing breakfast," he mutters, though his voice holds a tone of absolute approval. He shifts his weight, pressing his forehead against yours, his gaze searching your eyes with a raw, blunt admiration.

"I think Sanji can wait."

Zoro lets out a low, vibrating rumble in his chest, a sound of pure satisfaction. He tightens his hold on you, hauling you flush against his heat as he sinks deeper into the mattress. The distant sounds of the crew—the clatter of plates and the muffled, indignant shouting of the cook—become a faint, irrelevant hum.

"Tch. I like the way you think," he mutters, his voice thick with a drowsy, affectionate haze.

He shifts his weight, pressing his forehead against yours. His stormy grey eyes are dark, the pupils blown wide as he searches your gaze with a raw, blunt admiration. He looks like a man who has found the only place in the world where he can truly let his guard down.

His calloused hand returns to your waist, fingers tracing idle, grounding patterns against your skin. The sunlight continues to crawl across the floor, warming the sheets and highlighting the green of his hair against the pillow. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and steady.

"Actually," he whispers, a lazy, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "I'm starting to think we should just stay here all day."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression soft in a way that would baffle anyone else on the crew. He lingers there, his thumb tracing the curve of your hip, waiting to see just how far you're willing to push the morning.

You pull him down into a kiss that tastes of a lazy morning and shared secrets, the heat between you reigniting with a sudden, sharp intensity. As you linger against his lips, you reach down and wrap your fingers around his wrist, guiding his hand back down to where you want it.

Zoro lets out a low, vibrating rumble of approval. He follows your lead without hesitation, his calloused palm sliding over your skin with a possessive weight. The friction is electric, sending a jolt of warmth straight to your core that makes you arch your back instinctively.

"You're a menace," he says against your mouth, his voice thick and rough. "A complete and utter menace."

He breaks the kiss just enough to look at you, his stormy grey eyes dark and clouded with a hunger that has completely overtaken his drowsiness. He shifts his weight, pressing his hard, muscular frame firmly against you, pinning you into the mattress with a comfortable, heavy pressure.

A small, smug smirk tugs at his lips, but his expression remains one of raw, blunt admiration. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and uneven.

"I think we've officially decided that breakfast is optional," he whispers.

"I think Sanji can wait another hour."

Zoro lets out a low, vibrating rumble in his chest, a sound of pure satisfaction. He tightens his hold on you, hauling you flush against his heat as he sinks deeper into the mattress. The distant sounds of the crew—the clatter of plates and the muffled, indignant shouting of the cook—become a faint, irrelevant hum.

"Tch. I like the way you think," he mutters, his voice thick with a drowsy, affectionate haze.

He shifts his weight, pressing his forehead against yours. His stormy grey eyes are dark, the pupils blown wide as he searches your gaze with a raw, blunt admiration. He looks like a man who has found the only place in the world where he can truly let his guard down.

His calloused hand returns to your waist, fingers tracing idle, grounding patterns against your skin. The sunlight continues to crawl across the floor, warming the sheets and highlighting the green of his hair against the pillow. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and steady.

"Actually," he whispers, a lazy, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "I'm starting to think we should just stay here all day."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression soft in a way that would baffle anyone else on the crew. He lingers there, his thumb tracing the curve of your hip, waiting to see just how far you're willing to push the morning.

You lean in and capture his lips in a kiss that is heavy and urgent, matching the slow heat of the morning with a sudden, sharp intensity. Your hands slide up to frame his face, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss, tasting the salt of his skin and the lingering warmth of the sheets.

Zoro lets out a low, rumbling hum of approval, his body reacting instantly. His arm locks around your waist, hauling you flush against his chest with a possessive strength that leaves you breathless. He meets your passion with a raw hunger, his tongue sweeping against yours in a way that makes the rest of the world—and the distant shouting of Sanji—completely irrelevant.

He breaks away just enough to gasp for air, his forehead resting against yours. His stormy grey eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, focusing on you with an expression of blunt, unwavering admiration.

"You're really trying to keep me in this bed," he breathes, his voice a rough vibration that resonates through your own chest.

He shifts his weight, the hard line of his desire pressing firmly against you. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his lips grazing your pulse point in a way that makes your toes curl.

"I'm starting to think we should just tell the crew we're sick," he mutters, a lazy, knowing smirk audible in his tone.

You reach down, your fingers wrapping around his wrist to guide his hand. You press his calloused palm firmly against your inner thigh, pulling him closer to the heat of your core.

Zoro lets out a sharp, hitched breath. His fingers instinctively splay wide, anchoring himself against you with a possessive weight. The rough texture of his skin creates a searing contrast against your softness, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your center. He remains still for a heartbeat, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like it could burn through the mattress.

He shifts his weight, pressing the hard line of his desire deeper into you. A low, rumbling growl vibrates in his chest, and he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss that is less of a request and more of a demand. He tastes of lingering sake and raw hunger, his tongue sweeping against yours with a possessive urgency.

One of his hands remains locked on your thigh, his thumb tracing small, demanding circles that make your breath hitch. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and hooded, the grey almost entirely swallowed by his pupils.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he says, his voice a rough, low vibration against your skin. "I'm about to stop being a gentleman."

He slides his hand upward, the friction of his palm creating a trail of fire as he reaches the edge of your underwear. He pauses there, his fingers hooking into the fabric, waiting for a sign.

You lean in and catch his lower lip between your teeth, giving it a sharp, playful nip. Zoro lets out a low sound, his eyes flashing with a mixture of surprise and sudden, intense heat. You use the moment to haul him closer, your arms winding tightly around his neck to eliminate any remaining space between your bodies.

He reacts instantly, his hands sliding from your thighs to grip your waist with a possessive strength that anchors you to him. He returns the kiss with a raw, starving urgency, his tongue sweeping against yours in a way that makes your head spin. The air in the room feels thick and electric, the distant sounds of the crew now completely forgotten.

Zoro breaks away just enough to gasp for air, his forehead resting against yours. His stormy grey eyes are dark, the pupils blown wide with a hunger that is almost tactile. He looks at you with that blunt, unwavering admiration, his chest heaving in a ragged rhythm against your own.

"You're really trying to push me over the edge," he pants, his voice a rough vibration that settles deep in your bones.

He shifts his weight, the hard line of his desire pressing firmly against you through the thin fabric of your underwear. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his lips grazing your skin in a way that makes you shiver.

"Tell me you're ready," he whispers, his breath hot and uneven. "Because I'm about two seconds away from losing it."

"I'm ready."

Zoro's grip on your waist tightens, his knuckles white against your skin. He lets out a low sound, the last of his restraint snapping like a dry twig. He doesn't waste another second. His hand slides swiftly beneath the fabric of your underwear, stripping them away in one decisive movement and tossing them blindly toward the floor.

He settles his weight fully against you, skin on skin, a searing fusion of heat and muscle. He positions himself with a focused, raw intensity, his eyes locked onto yours with a blunt, unwavering admiration. With a single, powerful thrust, he fills you completely.

The sensation is an explosion of warmth and pressure. You gasp, your head snapping back into the pillows, and Zoro follows the sound with a ragged, shaky exhale. He freezes for a heartbeat, his entire body coiled tight as he adjusts to the tight, welcoming heat of you.

"Damn," he mutters, his voice a rough vibration against your skin. "You're... you're absolutely perfect."

He begins to move, his rhythm steady and demanding, a physical manifestation of everything he's been holding back. The bed frame groans under the force of his movements, the sound punctuating the heavy cadence of your shared breathing. Every thrust is a claim, a desperate, honest expression of his devotion.

Zoro leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss that tastes of salt and absolute surrender. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and uneven.

"Got you," he whispers, his voice shaking. "I've finally got you."

You wind your arms around his neck, pulling him down with everything you have until his chest is crushed against yours. The contact is a searing, solid weight, grounding you as the world outside the room continues to blur into insignificance. You cling to him, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, wanting to fuse your skin to his.

Zoro lets out a low sound, his breathing coming in ragged, uneven bursts. He meets your urgency with a raw power, his movements becoming faster, more desperate. He is no longer the stoic swordsman the crew knows; here, in the dim light of the morning, he is a man completely undone by you.

He breaks a kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. The friction of his calloused palms against your hips is electric, anchoring you as he drives deeper.

"I've got you," he pants, his voice a rough vibration that echoes through your entire frame. "You're mine."

He pulls back just enough to lock eyes with you, his stormy grey gaze dark and clouded with an intensity that feels absolute. He looks at you with a blunt, raw admiration, his chest heaving in a rhythmic cadence against your own. Every muscle in his body is coiled tight, his focus entirely centered on the way you feel around him.

He shifts his grip, his hands sliding up to cup your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the raw power of his movements.

You squeeze him tight, your arms locking around his broad shoulders as you pull him into the deepest embrace possible. You lean in, pressing your lips against his skin and whispering those three words directly into his ear.

"I love you."

Zoro freezes. The rhythm of his movements hitches for a split second, his entire body tensing as the words sink in. He lets out a long, shaky exhale, a sound that is half-sigh and half-groan. He buries his face in your neck, his grip on you becoming almost crushing, as if he's trying to pull you inside his own chest.

"Tch," he mutters, though the sound is thick with an emotion he usually keeps under lock and key. "You're such a sap."

Despite the gruffness, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he presses a lingering, fervent kiss to your shoulder, his voice dropping to a raw, low vibration that resonates through your whole frame.

"I love you too, pretty girl."

He lets out one final, shuddering breath, his muscles coiling tight before he finally releases everything. He collapses forward, his weight settling over you in a heavy, warm canopy. His heart hammers against your ribs, a wild, frantic beat that slowly begins to steady as the adrenaline fades.

The room is silent now, save for the ragged sound of your shared breathing and the distant, faint echo of a crash from the galley. Zoro stays there for a long time, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes searching yours with a look of absolute, blunt devotion.

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🎮interactive fanfic "─ 𝜗𝜚 case of you" by xokaralina

[storm-of-the-swarm]

Having a really long-term hyperfixation that has since faded is terrifying yes but it's also so embarrassing. Hi I used to think about Scrimblo Splungus 25/7. Yeah, for 2 years straight. Nah, I don't think about them anymore except for with a vague sense of melancholy as I recall how they used to make me feel. Anyways this new one, Blimpkins McGee? I'm gonna think about them forever and the cycle will NOT repeat in 2 years. Trust me guys.

[anxiadix]

Do you ever start writing and then realize half way through there is no direction? Like I legit have no clue what to do or where to go with what I wrote. Like man… just wanted more Ichigo soulmate au except like shared pain. Like could you imagine how fucking painful it has to be to be a soul reaper’s soulmate 🫠🫠

[anxiadix]

omg i used to fail school because id stay up all night on quotev, its sad they removed the activity feed cus thats all everyone would use and just post drama

No because I got ip banned off quotev and sobbed so bad. Like so bad that I begged mutuals to get amino through a mutual friend

[who-pierced-the-heavens]

Saw someone on Twitter say that Ichigo was born to be in a beautiful shoujo romance series but because Shit Keeps Happening to him he’s forced to be shonen…and like…

…I can see it…

[anxiadix]

Dawg… I feel so old to be on tumblr considering I didn’t really grow up on it. Like I remember all the tumblr memes, the tumblr shutdown, the porn ban and the amount of supernatural gifs but it wasn’t never something I reached to use until now. Like I was on Quotev when they still had groups and briefly amino (Amino was genuinely the most… interesting period of my life), so now I feel left behind like an elderly person trying to use the smart tv for the first time.

Like how do you format this because every time I click the return button on my phone to separate sentences in between paragraphs and it deletes half of my work?

[anxiadix]

Idk why Ichigo has been my recent hyper fixation. Maybe it’s the fact that there is so little fanfiction about him and I’ll eventually forget I wrote things for him so it’s like I’m reading something for the first time or the fact that there are many writers who write Ichigo so different that it’s fascinating and I need a piece of it LOL.

Like I’m curious how people perceive him yk? There’s just so many different interpretations of him! Some see him as a degenerate (I kinda live for this perception), others see him as a flustered hot head (I also really like this one), a really suave gentleman or I think kinda the most accurate depiction and by far my favorite is a gen z dude. Like I think the best example of this is a Drabble written by Ichigf where he creams prematurely and he just groans essentially what feels like “Bruhhhh” without even saying bruh. Or, unfortunately I can not for the life of me remember the author, the drabble where Ichigo gets it on with Uryuu’s sister in an somewhat college au and essentially gets caught/cockblocked by a phone call from Uryuu.

Though my favorite thing that it seems all the writers somewhat agree on is that he’s dense in one way or another. Like bro doesn’t pick up on certain things. Sure bro is very observant but does it mean that he’s 100% picking up signals? Maybe if you’re lucky lol. Best example of this is that one fic where Ichigo goes “ Man my future wife is gonna love this” to his current girlfriend and she goes something along the lines of “I bet she will,” as if she isn’t the one he’s talking about.

[anxiadix]

The red string theory but soul reapers are able to see the red string that are attached to humans. Like imagine Ichigo’s dad completely aware of the red string between the neighbor girl and his son as they play amongst the rocks and dirt outside their house. Red string connecting the two who are completely blissfully unaware of what is going on between the two until Ichigo is officially a soul reapers himself.

From there he can see the red string between the two of you and he is just so awkwardly and painfully aware because you two are best friends. Unable to even fathom how could things be able to change so drastically. It must be even funnier when all the other soul reapers that waltz in and out of his human life see it. I know Rangiku is fucking eating it up, almost as bad as Rukia who can’t keep that shit-eating smile to herself. Even worse is that there is a poorly drawn explanation under Ichigo’s bed explaining it.

Imagine if you found the drawing because Kon brushed it out to stir shit up for fun… Like just wide eyed and all because for all you know Ichigo is just keeping secret drawings of you two under his bed? You watch Ichigo go from studying to bright red as he tries to swipe the paper from you.

“It’s not what it looks like!” His chair has completely fallen over as you diligently avoid each and every grasp.

“ I didn’t know you had such skill Ichigo! Is that me?” You hold the paper up to the light to make an even bigger point out of it, “ Soul reaper? Is this some type of alternate universe you made for us? How advanced!”.

It all started as one big fat joke, but now you’re somehow being saved by this orange haired hot head from this horrendous creature one night and now liking each other suddenly isn’t as unfathomable. It’s such a digusting slow burn to reach this conclusion because a) you won’t admit it and b) he’s unwilling to accept the reality of it. It takes subtle glances, multiple hair ruffles and way too many missed opportunities. Like maybe there was really some truth to drawings.

[anxiadix]

Ichigo x Reader General Headcannons

SFW AND NSFW

- Quiet intimacy. GOD HE IS A MAN OF ACTION. He’s so silently clingy at times but Ichigo can’t help it. There’s something about holding your hand when you’re out and about while holding your bags. Simply laying his head on your lap while you read or study dates where you sit in his lap while he studies, he just loves it. It’s so private and so personal, but happens so rarely because of the constant busting in his room or people appearing just out of the blue. The way his fingers play with your hair as if mesmerized by how lucky he is to be alive. These moments really do make him cherish his life especially after a hard battle or not being able to come home as himself for days.

Though this quiet clingness isn’t always so gentle and sweet. This motherfucker sometimes will make it his mission to do cheeky shit like leaning against you with his weight til you fold like a lawn chair or even bumping into you while walking to see how far he can get you. Bro will purposely do this when you’re with people. It turns into who can get the other more bent out of shape competition.

Aka. Annoying public affection which immediately causes him to back down due to how flustered he is getting. It’s so funny that even Renji and Rukia can’t help but chuckle, taunting and teasing him.

“Not so tough are you now?”

“ For a guy who stormed the soul society, you can’t even handle a girl?”

“SHUT UP!” He exclaimed through his hands before pointing at you exasperated,” Can’t you see this is all a ruse!”

- He truly is a teenage boy though. He’s so dense sometimes it makes you want to ram your head through a wall. You could drop hints upon hints about how you have a thing for him, and he’ll just sit there looking at the sky like “Damn she’s been staring at me for a long time… shit she probably is noticing something on my face” before he starts frantically rubbing his face. Or even worse, “ Man she’s getting awfully close to my face… bro why the hell is she closing her eyes?” And then it’ll click five seconds later but instead of leaning in y’all will accidentally headbutt eachother.

- Despite all the fun your relationship brings him, he can’t help but be so nervous about the fact he isn’t always there. It seems like everyone around him is either getting hurt or kidnapped, and there’s so little he can do it about it at times. It didn’t even matter if you were a soul reaper, he can’t help but have nightmares of what will happen while he’s gone doing important soul society stuff. You can often see this worry in his eyes, but there is so little you can do to alleviate it. He loves you and often wonders if he were to disappear would it really ensure your safety? Like it’s bad enough being around him so much has allowed you to see the soul reapers, but god forbid something tries to target you all because he’s been around you so much. He’s always conflicted because on one hand he loves being around you but the other is how much trouble he possibly attracts. For the most part this problem is avoided, but eventually it does become too much to avoid anymore.

NSFW BELOW THE LINE

- Ichigo often loves the idea of lingerie on you. He gets really flustered at the thought of you putting on something with the idea to specifically have him take it off you or even simply get him riled up. It’s one of those things where it’s not the garment itself but the intention behind it.

“Close my eyes? Why?”

“You’ll see,” He can hear the shuffling of clothes which immediately piques his interest, “okay open them!”

His face immediately flushes, but he can’t help but also grin at the fact you look so damn good in it. His hands are all over your hips, pulling you in closer so that he can kiss at the exposed skin of your hips. His fingers dexterously teasing your inner thigh.

“You’re gonna kill me.” He whispers, looking up at you with a complete flushed face.

- What he lacks in experience, he makes up with determination. Ichigo wants to make you cum. He wants to make you cum hard on top of that. It often leads to him spending lots of time trying to figure out what makes you squirm and what makes you plead for him. He’s always trying to beat a personal record that he’s made for himself.

- Please grip him by his hair. It’s enough to earn a hearty moan from him. He likes knowing he’s making you feel good.

- He’ll never admit it but he kinda likes being able to lift you onto his shoulders, pressing you against the wall and eating you out. There’s something about the fact that you’re buckling at the waist, your upper half of the body pressing into him, trying to get your cunt pressed closer into his mouth. The fact that you have him gripping at your thighs to hold you in place as you whine.

“Stop squirming, you’re the one who wanted to try this out ” he whisper into your thigh. A needy moan will leave your lips, as he dips his tongue back into you, determined to see if he can make you squirt from this angle.

“You like knowing I can lift you up like this huh? Where the hell did you even find this lewd position” he chuckles as you grip on his hair, earning an eager lap on your clit.

- NO PUBLIC SEX. Bro get flustered seeing you naked still, and public sex will just lead to him trying his quickest to get you off and get out of wherever the fuck you guys are at. He’ll be so worried that somebody will walk in or barge in especially since it just seems that the soul repears appear out of thin air half the time. Of course not without looking like yall clearly got into it. He’s completely flushed and you completely renewed.

“ I don’t even want to hear it.”

“You’re growing up” Urahara wipes a fake tear from his eye as Ichigo pulls his shirt up to cover the hickey you left.

[wreegis]

the princess and her two bffs with fleas🌸

[minomur]

yeah they go way back 🐶🦾

[sm-baby]

bitches be like "god he's so hot" and he looks like this

[berryliciouspie]

"my name.. is sasuke uchiha" ahh pose😭😭💔💔💔 caitlyn out here plotting like a uchiha

[redxliner]

clowna

[2th-ache]

This reminded me of tjem

[surfrocklee]

[sagemoderocklee]

What tips do you have for writers that want to write a gaalee fic, like tips and tricks to avoid making the dynamic ooc

oof it's been a long time since i've had a question like this so this may take me a minute to collect my thoughts. first i'll direct you to a few different things i've answered over the years that might help. these are older posts of mine but i think they still hold up well:

i think you've seen this post already but i might as well share it again since it's specifically about ooc things.

here's my old tiger/dragon imagery write up

here's one on gaara and empathy

here's one on rock lee's mental health (tw for discussions of self-harm, suicidal ideation) I do think with this particular write up, I wish I'd focused more on the issue of anger more. I think one thing that gets overlooked with Lee is anger and resentment, which i think are feelings he works hard to keep bottled up--and then they come out when he's drunk. but as someone who was ostracized and bullied, i think lee has like deep, deep repressed wells of anger and resentment that he doesn't want to acknowledge or deal with.

so, all those links aside, i think this is a really, really broad question. if you have any like more specific questions after this please feel free to ask. im probably just gonna ramble because im extremely tired because of my health, but i don't wanna leave this sitting in my inbox for a million years.

there are certain things that make these characters who they are, of course, but i think there's also context--like i had an ask... god i don't even know how many years ago about this sort of thing. forget exactly what it was but i rambled about gaara being the kazekage, and like generally speaking i think it would be out of character for gaara to like give that up... but contextually i could see him doing that. like stepping down when he's old is a different thing than like outright abdicating, and like i have ideas for fics following that but it's... definitely a very difficult thing to execute. like if you were to be like yeah gaara's gonna give up being kazekage to be with lee i would probably not read that fic. maybe you could write it well, but i don't really buy gaara doing something like that. if he were to give up being kazekage for like political reasons, that i could dig. but he's not giving it up for rock lee.

but again, speaking in absolutes is difficult because i think sometimes you can bend the rules and make it work. it just really depends on the story you're writing and how you execute it.

my biggest thing with writing any pairing centered fic--regardless of the pairing--is making sure that you don't get lost in the pairing. i want the two individuals involved to still be recognizable and to have enough driving force on the plot. like they need to be more than just a couple. and i think when you get down to it, if you don't want their interactions/relationship to be OOC then you have to know the characters individually.

how does gaara respond to people in general? how does he respond to his family vs his friends? how does he respond to lee vs anyone else? and why does he respond that way?

and the answer to these questions may change from fic to fic, depending on the context of the fic. For Absolution, Gaara and Lee are not friends so much as (once) friendly acquaintances--like they respect each other, but they were not truly friends prior to the events of Absolution. That was a necessary thing for the story. But in The Art of Love, they've been friends for years and years, because that was necessary for the plot.

So how Gaara responds to Lee changes between these two fics. But the important thing is it's still Rock Lee that he's responding to. i dunno if that makes sense, but it's like whether or not he's close to Lee prior to the events of the story you write, he is responding to Lee not a stranger--who is Rock Lee in Gaara's mind? Because that informs how he reacts to Lee.

if i were to like pick a few ooc things i'd say:

inequality/power imbalance in their relationship. There already exists an imbalance of power within their professional dynamic--Gaara is a Kage, Lee is a Chuunin/Jounin (depending). This is something that exists, whether they want it or not, so when it comes to the romantic aspect of their relationship, they need to be on equal footing. And Lee especially needs to feel he's equal to Gaara, if not by position in skill/strength. He needs to feel acknowledged and respected as a shinobi.

never acknowledging their past. the relationship simply cannot be all sunshine and roses. blood has been spilled between them, gaara sought to kill lee. sometimes things have to be hard, complicated, and even a lil ugly. maybe a lil mean. it's not healthy to never talk about difficult topics, and it would be OOC imo if gaara didn't express guilt and remorse for the pain he caused Lee. im not saying it has to be a big part of your fic, im not saying it even has to occur on screen within the fic, but it needs to have happened at some point in time. (this obviously applies mostly to canon, unless you're like transposing some aspect of the gaalee fight into an AU)

gaara and lee are both opposites attract, and two halves of a whole. in the above link where i talk about the tiger/dragon imagery, it's important to look at how that functions as a yin/yang dynamic and what that means. i think at the end of the day, their differences are more often than not superficial and products of their upbringing. Lee is loud, Gaara is quiet--but the are both kind and warm, for instance. they value the same things, even if they express themselves differently. they are more balancing than opposing forces. a lot of ppl use sun/moon for ship dynamics, which i think is great, but i don't think that suits lee and gaara, so much. sun/earth; wind/fire--those are definitely good elemental comparisons for them. but i think it's just really important to grasp that while Lee and Gaara are two very different people, they are at their cores very similar in a lot of ways too, and they ultimately create balance within each other.

anyways, i babbled a lot and i hope that all makes sense and helps. again im happy to answer more questions always!

and like i do think whenever you approach writing fanfiction, you wanna start with what you know about the characters and their relationship as its established in canon. you have to have your building blocks. once you have those building blocks then you can add onto the characters, and then you can build their relationship. play around with it and don't be afraid to make mistakes.