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Cosmically Familiar

Summary: Three years into the journey back to Erid, Rocky has become familiar with all the things that once made Grace seem strange: his hands, his face, his habits, his emotions—and most of all, his laughter.

When Grace starts spiraling over his dwindling food supply, Rocky decides it is his duty as best friend and crewmate to cheer him up by any means necessary. What begins as laughter-provoking antics slowly turns into something deeper: a quiet reflection on joy, survival, and the strange ways two species can feel connected across the stars.

Words: 4445

Dynamics: Lee!Grace, Ler!Rocky

A/N: This was supposed to be a short writing exercise on how to describe laughter, but then it somehow led me to introspecting about the universe, as one does lol.

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I don’t completely remember what was running through my mind when my ship’s cameras and the petrovascope spotted another ship in the Tau Ceti system. A ship that, by the looks of it, was alien-made. My thoughts were probably something along the lines of ‘holyshitholyshitholy–’ and ‘oh thank fuck I’m not alone anymore’.

Thinking back, it probably wasn’t wise to just assume they’d be friendly, and I didn't even consider what they would look like. I was too focused on communicating and connecting our ships so we could meet.

All of which is to say, I was totally unprepared when we were right in front of each other, and I couldn’t help the scream that came out of me. Grace looked like nothing I had ever seen or could ever imagine. He was so tall, standing upright on his two limbs while only having two others instead of three. And his whole body was covered with flesh while the harder material was inside. It’s like if you turned an Eridian inside out.

Don’t even get me started on his strange habits as well. Using the same orifice to talk and eat? Ugh.

He was freaky. Well… the keyword being was. Things are different now.

His fleshy hands aren’t strange anymore–they’re the hands that fly the Hail Mary, do complex calculations and big science, and make chains (many many chains).

Hands that bred taumoeba. Hands that pulled me back to safety.

And his body isn’t strange anymore either. It’s just his body, that does crazy dangerous EVAs, that has a beating heart that proves he’s alive, that shows love through a hug or friendly pat. His face and his mouth are now just his identity. A window to his emotions: a smile to show joy, eyes that tear up when sad.

Now, when I look at Grace and all the things that make him different from me, freaky is the word furthest from my mind. The only words I have now are… that's my best friend. Three years into our return trip to Erid, all the aspects that make up Grace have become familiar to me.

Most familiar of all is his laughter.

Ironic, considering how little of it I heard during our mission. There wasn’t much time for joking around, both hyper-focused on saving our species. But now, time is all we have.

Between keeping ourselves busy and entertained, and learning more about each other, the opportunity to hear all the different ways Grace laughs has been plentiful. I think I have each one memorized.

His chuckles are little more than a deep rumble in his chest, a sound almost meant for only himself. Soft, fond, and relaxed, they usually appear when he's recalling a time one of his students said something clever, or when he thinks I’ve said something funny accidentally.

When he does manage to let slip some giggles, they sound fluttery, bubbling out of him in a continuous stream before boiling over into full laughter. I think most of the time they happen because he's trying not to laugh, as he’ll often duck his head or cover his mouth to stifle them. Maybe he's embarrassed—they’re much more high-pitched than his normal speaking voice, but I always find them adorable. They're reminiscent of the flute-like voices of eridian infants.

It’s particularly funny when Grace is surprised into amusement. He lets out sharp barks of laughter, sometimes accompanied by a quick clap of his hands or slapping his knee. It’s like he's so suddenly taken by hilarity it needs more outlets.

It’s even more funny when Grace snorts. It happens rarely, and only when he's caught completely off guard, surprised into laughter that’s so deep and hearty it comes out his nose. I think it’s hilarious, not just the sound but because Grace gets so embarrassed by it—apparently even in human culture it’s a silly sound.

Perhaps the most rewarding is when Grace finds something really funny, like a joke I made (on purpose), or our silly banter, or even a dumb scene from one of his movies. His laughter comes from his stomach, loud and boisterous, and it makes his eyes water and squeeze shut, nose scrunching too. Sometimes it overcomes him so much that he has to hold onto something to keep upright, or wrap his arms around his abdomen. It’s like for a moment he feels completely safe and unrestrained, forgetting about the Hail Mary, the beetles, and the dwindling food. Instead there’s only happiness in its purest form—and it's one of my favorite laughs of his.

But not my all-time favorite.

My all-time favorite is the one he's making now, when I have him pinned to the floor of the ship, one claw digging into his middle and another two scribbling under his arms. The laughter that’s pouring out of him can only be described as cackles—loud, wild things interrupted by startled screeches and utterly beyond his control.

“ROCKY! S-STOP IT!” he shrieks. I don’t have his arms pinned, so he's torn between trying to wrench my claws out from under them and slapping at any part of my xenonite suit-covered carapace he can reach.

“Mmm,” I trill in mock contemplation. “No. I don’t think you’ve had enough penance yet.”

His head thunks against the floor in defeat. “Ngh–aHAH!” he tries to reply but he’s laughing too hard to get any words out. I am curious what he has to say though, so I move my hands from his armpits and instead trace around what he calls a ‘belly button.’ It still tickles him a lot, but less so he can actually get words out.

The smile on his face is stretched so wide that it shows all of his teeth. He takes in a shuddered breath and chokes out between his giggles, “P-penance for what?!”

“You were moping. No moping allowed on the Hail Mary.”

“Wha—but it’s MY ship!” he tries to protest but more giggles interrupt his speech. “Ehehe—I can m-mope if I want to!”

I let out a chittery laugh at that. He can be so whiny.

“Nope. Not allowed,” I reiterate. I use my fingers to skitter up and down his sides, making sure to tweak his bottom ribs whenever I reach them. It makes Grace arch his back and then flop back down with a cackle each time.

In truth, this isn’t made to be an actual ‘punishment’. I mean, Grace was moping, that part's true. Just before I wrestled him to the floor he was looking over the Hail Mary’s food storage, doing some calculations with his face pulled into a frown and muttering to himself. Based on his calculations, the last few months of our trip will be difficult for him. Grace is worried.

But I hate to hear him like that, and there’s nothing more we can do about the food anyway. So naturally, it’s my job as his crewmate/best friend to take his mind off it, cheer him up a bit. And if tickling him to pieces is the quickest way to accomplish that, well, then you really can’t blame me.

It also gives me the opportunity to hear his loudest, silliest laughs, the kind he only does when he's forced to let go of his worries and submit to this playful stupidity. As an added bonus, all that laughter sends sound waves bouncing off my carapace, giving me the clearest image of Grace yet. Hey, I gotta get something out of this too, ok?

Grace is shoving at me with both hands now, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back in laughter. He's not strong enough to push me away even if he wasn’t laughing himself out of oxygen.

“Gah! G-get offa me, doofus!” he manages between desperate gasps for air, each one collapsing back into laughter.

I hum a high, amused note, and pull back on the tickling a bit. I still use one hand though to poke randomly around his stomach, enough to keep him twitching.

“Have you laughed all of your mopes out yet?” I ask teasingly.

Grace drags in deep breaths now that he has the chance, but each one has a leftover giggle or two tacked onto the end. He flops an arm over his chest and I feel him sag into the floor.

“Ugh…” he wheezes. “You’re… the worst…”

I dig sharply into his sides. “Answer the question.”

He yelps and his hands fly down to grab mine. “Ah! L-let me think, dang it!”

A few beats pass before Grace comes to a verdict. He crosses his arms, and schools his face into one of defiance—or at least he tries to. There’s a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that gives him away.

“I think there’s one still rattling around in there,” he says, and oh, if I know a challenge when I hear one…

“Is that so?” I reply. I grab his wrists and start to slowly raise them over his head. That cracks his defiant facade immediately, his eyes widening and a helpless smile spreading across his face. He starts tugging fruitlessly at my hold, and I think it’s that moment he realizes the situation he put himself in.

“Wait wait wait! Rocky no! H-hold on!” he splutters. The second his arms are firmly over his head and there to stay, frantic, high-pitched giggles begin bubbling out.

Mhmm, I quite enjoy this part. Grace is absolutely terrible with anticipation, a fact I love to take full advantage of. With one of my arms pinning Grace's wrists, it leaves my other two open to hover threateningly over his underarms and upper ribs.

“Don’t worry,” I say, my voice laced with sticky sweetness. “I’ll help you.”

I feel Grace's whole body try to flinch away, but I’ve got a strong grip on him as well as some of my weight pinning his hips down where I sit on top of him.

“J-just hold on a second!” he cries, his eyes unable to look away from my wiggly, xenonite-covered fingers. Laughter is on the edge of each of his words.

Slowly, I lower my wiggling fingers closer to his body. As I do, Grace's giddy, nervous giggling gets louder and more frantic, and his squirming increases tenfold. When I reach just the edge of his clothes and brush them gently—not even technically touching him—Grace bursts out into loud, belly laughter.

“No no NO!” he screeches, and his legs kick out helplessly behind me. “S-stahahp it!!”

I pull my hands away, and Grace goes back to desperate, sputtering giggles. Hah, I can’t help but laugh along with him, his reactions are over the top and hilarious.

“Wow,” I say around my own chirpy laughter. “You are so fucking ticklish, Grace.”

I hear the blood rush to his face at that, and he tries to hide it in his arm. It’s a very subtle sound, one I only know to listen for because Grace explained that humans' faces flush when embarrassed.

‘Definitely sold yourself out there, friend,’ I think to myself.

“You’re the most ticklish human ever, aren’t you?” I continue to tease. Grace lets out a growly whine that trails off into more desperate giggling. He tries clenching his teeth together, but it does nothing to stop the embarrassing sounds, instead making his laughter come out in a hissy sort of way around his teeth and the wide grin he's wearing. He starts shaking his head helplessly, already accepting his demise.

Alright, time to stop teasing and get to the real deal. I drop both my hands to scribble his underarms and massage at his top rib. The reaction is explosive; Grace cracks into laughter so loud that he's absolutely glowing in my perception, every detail of his face and the playful torture he’s experiencing crystal clear to me. He even makes enough sound waves to illuminate every small detail of the room in my vision without my need to tap a claw or click a sound.

“No—! R-rock—! Gah-ahAHAHA!” is all he can manage between his hysterical laughter before he peters out into silence. I can tell he's still laughing though—his whole chest is shaking and I can feel his stomach muscles convulsing beneath me where I have him pinned. His mouth is stretched into a wide grin and he takes in a breath here and there too, but no audible laughter follows it. Just his feet slapping the ground occasionally behind me.

I really enjoy this type of laughter too. It’s not my favorite, but more so I just feel real smug anytime I manage to drive him crazy enough to laugh himself fresh out of sound. He even has a few tears leaking out of his eyes, and those are rewarding too. I’d much rather he leak from overwhelming mirth and laughter than from sadness and pain.

But the tears also signal that Grace is at his limit. I pull my hands away from his tickle spots and instead rub soothingly at his sternum, chasing away the last of the tingly feelings.

Grace does his best to melt into the floor as the lingering titters fade away. He wraps one arm around his middle and rests the other one on top of my arm that’s rubbing his chest while he catches his breath.

“Ohoho man…” he breathes. “I’m sohoho gonna get you b-back.”

I hum a note. “Can’t. I’m not ticklish. Not like you,” I tease. That’s totally a lie, but not one Grace is strong enough to disprove, an advantage of our anatomical differences.

We sit for a moment while he recovers until he finally props himself up on his elbows.

“You know, one of these days I’m gonna have Mary toss you out the airlock. See how well you can tickle me from the vacuum of space,” he says with a grin.

My hand stills on his chest, and I tilt my carapace. “You’d toss your best friend into space?” I ask, playing along.

“Oh, definitely,” he nods. He picks up the tool I use to weave xenonite that’s resting on the floor. I don’t use it much now, since I used almost the last of my xenonite stores to make my dexterous suit. (That probably wasn’t wise to do, but it’s worth it to be able to come into Grace's atmosphere completely and interact in this silly way.)

It also means that the tool, which I had brought to Grace's side to show him, has been sitting on the floor for a few weeks. Grace waggles the tool in front of me. “Place would be a whole lot cleaner without you leaving your stuff everywhere, don’t you think?” he teases, and draws his knee in to knock against my carapace.

Well then. Seems the moping is gone and replaced with sass. Not quite what I was going for.

I sing a low, jokingly offended note.

“I see. Well, before you do that, there’s one spot I’ve never tried before. We should fix that, in the name of scientific discovery of course.” I slide off his middle and move down towards his socked feet, grabbing hold of just one ankle.

Grace begins smiling immediately, and tries to tug his leg back. He's not using his full strength to do so, and combined with his smile I know he doesn’t actually mind this at all. We’ve never talked about it out loud, but I know we both think this silly, stupid kind of play is really fun.

“Wait, wait! Maybe we can compromise,” he says, voice wobbly with the beginnings of laughter. “I don’t have to toss you out, just your stuff—AH!”

He's cut off by me taking off his sock and swiping my fingers up and down the bottom of his foot. I was serious when I said I’ve never tried tickling here, and I regret that now because this is a really sensitive spot. Grace drops my xenonite weaver and falls onto his back again, laughter renewed. He's still trying to tug his leg away while the rest of his body is free to squirm now that I’m not on top of him anymore.

I only tickle him for a few seconds before stopping, given I already put him through the wringer before. When I stop, Grace throws an arm over his face while some lingering hiccupy laughs fade away. I’ve still got a hold of his ankle, though, and this time poke his largest toe.

“Are these ticklish too?” I ask, genuinely curious. It’s already surprising he'd be ticklish in this area, since he literally walks on them every day. Humans are fascinating like that.

Grace huffs a residual laugh and says “Maybe,” which I take as ‘Definitely yes.’

“Why are these ticklish but the ones on your hands aren’t?”

He shrugs and looks down his body at me. “I’m not sure,” he answers honestly. “Might be evolution-based. You need your toes to walk, but you can live without fingers, so maybe it’s the body’s way of making you protect those more.”

He pauses before adding, “I actually knew a guy once who’s missing six fingers—wha—?! H-hey!” He gets cut off by more giggles as I attempt to scribble at his toes.

“I was talking!” he laughs. “Rude! Nahahah—ouch! Hey, careful!”

I rip my hands away. “Sorry sorry sorry! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, you just pinched me a bit. Your fingers are a lot bigger than human ones.” That’s true. It makes tickling this delicate area difficult. I wonder…

I re-grip his ankle and slip my xenonite weaver over the suit-clad fingers on my other hand. The weaver is almost like a second skeleton, with braces hugging my forearm and hand. Delicate articulated prongs extend beyond each fingertip, tapering to points far finer than my own fingers could ever be so I can weave small strands of xenonite. With the tool powered down, however, they’re nothing more than slender metal finger extensions.

Using a second hand, I grip his big toe and pull it back, stretching his foot and other toes, then hover my third hand wearing the tool over them. Grace understands immediately what I’m about to do because his eyes widen and his mouth opens to protest, but he’s too late.

I dance the tips of the thin prongs at the base of his toes and in between them too, for good measure. This was a fantastic idea. Grace begins shrieking and yanking at his foot harder than ever before. It’s no use though, I have an iron-clad grip on him.

“Holy—argh nohoho!” he practically screams. “T-thahat’s terrible!!”

I chirp giggles along with him and decide to try something hopefully worse, scraping the prongs up and down the bottom of his foot in addition to his toes to see what happens.

“FUCK!” Grace yells before being consumed by more screechy laughter. His whole body does a funny sort of roll, and his free foot starts kicking at me with surprising strength. It’s not enough to stop me, but it does actually make me stumble a bit.

I burst into laughter and it mingles in the room with his. Wow, this really makes him lose his mind if it gets him to actually curse. I’ll definitely be doing this again sometime—this is fun.

Grace practically wails my name, the last note of it soaring to an impressive pitch. It’s time to stop. I don’t want to actually ruin the playful moment we’re having. I pull all my hands away and sit next to Grace, giving him the space to roll onto his side and pull his knees to his chest, catching his breath.

“I ha-hate you…” he huffs weakly into his knees. Mmm, liar.

Eventually his breathing slows and he uncurls himself. I move to sit beside his head with my legs tucked underneath my carapace. He always calls that position “loafing,” and when he cracks an eye open to glance at me, he huffs out a few chuckles.

Feeling a sudden surge of fondness, and perhaps a tad bit of guilt, I use the weaver to stroke through Grace’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. He hums a contented note and goes boneless under the touch, eyes slipping closed again.

“You done torturing me?” he asks sleepily.

I hum a note myself, amused. “For today.”

Grace smiles softly at that, eyes still closed. My amusement melts into something gentler. “Are you feeling better?” I ask, softer now. Sincere.

He opens his eyes and looks at me. “Yeah…” he says, a smile still on his face. I sense some tension pulling at his brows, though.

“It will be ok, Grace. We’ll work out a solution when we get to Erid. I promise.”

He nods. “I know.”

We fall into a comfortable, companionable silence and stay like that for a while. Grace’s breathing returns to a slow and steady rhythm as I continue to brush the prongs through his hair, lost in my own thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” Grace asks softly. He looks like he’s on the verge of falling asleep.

I brush his bangs back and soothe them down. His hair is getting quite long. I like it, it makes it even more soft and fluffy. “I’m thinking about our theory.”

“Which one? Panspermia?”

“Mhm.”

It’s something we talked about early on in our mission, when we discovered that the planet Adrian did indeed have life. A lot of life, actually, in the form of bacteria, amoebas, and other single-celled organisms. What are the chances of Earth, Erid, and Adrian all evolving life separately from one another? Life that uses the same basic machinery: DNA, ATP, familiar cellular structures, and, in some organisms, even mitochondria?

To me, it seems low. Possible, maybe. But low. Our three star systems are not that far apart, really. Yes, Earth and Erid are sixteen light-years apart, with Adrian somewhere between us, but that is close compared to the vastness of the galaxy. The Milky Way galaxy spans about 100,000 light-years. We’re practically roommates, if you consider the observable universe and its trillions of galaxies.

That’s where our theory comes in. Panspermia is the idea that life didn't just start all on its own on our planets. It came from somewhere else. Where? Who knows, but the theory is that billions of years ago some ancient life form “seeded” Earth, Erid, and Adrian with life by way of a comet/asteroid, or something. Then life did what it does: evolved over billions of years into different forms that seem completely different from each other, but share many similarities if you look small enough. Humans, Eridians, and astrophage. We may have done billions of years of evolution separately, but the point is that if you go far enough back on each of our branches, we’re joined by one common but ancient ancestor.

We’re cousins. Very very very distant cousins, but family all the same. Or that’s what I like to believe. We don’t have real proof of this theory, but it makes me feel closer to humanity—closer to Grace. And it’s interesting to think about in these quiet moments of companionable space travel.

“I used to think you were as different from me as two things can be,” I say.

Grace smiles. “Oh? Was it the leaky space blob-ness?”

I chuckle out a chord. “That was definitely part of it. But now…”

“Now space feels a whole lot smaller, and we feel a whole lot closer,” he finishes for me.

“Yeah.”

He reaches up over his head and brushes his fingers against mine on the hand not combing through his hair, just absentminded touches. He likes to fidget while he thinks, and enjoys being close too.

“Isn’t it fascinating how both our species evolved to have laughter? I mean, that can't be a coincidence,” he says. It’s like he read my mind. That’s what I was about to bring up next.

“It would be a huge coincidence, yes,” I say. “I think it's further evidence for our theory. That we’re connected.”

It’s not definitive proof in the slightest, barely a correlation. But I choose to believe it is. The universe can be terribly ugly, but there’s also so much beauty in it, so why couldn’t this one beautiful thing be true too? That the sounds of joy prove we’re connected, even light-years apart?

“Laughter connects the universe…” Grace says wistfully, his smile growing. “That’s a nice thought. I like it.”

I like it too. I feel a deep warmth wash over me, a sense of happiness and belonging—and I’m still light-years from home.

“I’m happy I evolved to meet you, Grace,” I say. “I’ve never had a friend like you before. Someone who understands me in ways I can’t explain, because I don't need to with you.”

“And I’m so grateful I get to hear your laughter,” I add.

I hear that subtle rush again—Grace’s face flushing with shyness—and it makes me chuckle. I can’t see the color, but I trace a finger over what I know is his reddened cheek, just to let him know I’m aware of what’s happening.

Grace shoos my hand away playfully and huffs, embarrassed.

“You're such a sap,” he says. “But… I’m happy I evolved to meet you too. I’m happy we get to laugh together.”

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We made it to Erid, and it’s good to be home.

The last few months of our trip—and the first stretch of time on the ground too—were indeed difficult for Grace. His coma slurry and taumoeba shakes were enough to keep him alive while we figured out a solution. But just barely.

Every day he slept more. His cheeks hollowed further. He smiled less. I stayed by his side through it all, diligently watching as he slept, thinking of the days where we talked about the universe and filled our ship with laughter.

Those were dark times. But I’m so grateful they're behind us.

Now, two years after we made it home, the scene looks quite different: My beloved Adrian and I are in Grace's biodome. It's stocked with plenty of nourishing food for him. His stomach is soft, his ribs no longer sharp beneath his skin, and his cheeks are rounded. He’s going to start teaching soon, and it’s the most excitement I’ve seen in him for a while. My Adrian says one of their dry, witty jokes, and Grace has to hold onto me to keep from falling over in laughter.

It’s a beautiful sound, and I hold it close to my hearts. I am so grateful I get to hear it again, and I know I'll hear it for years to come.

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A/N: there we go! Hope you guys enjoyed! Here are a few questions that I'm curious what your guys answers are:

What do you think of Panspermia? It’s a real theory, that life on earth started because a life-containing asteroid crashed here. And if it happened to earth… perhaps it has happened elsewhere.

What other completely normal human things do you think Rocky would find fascinating/horrifying?

Do we like the Rocky pov? Would we mind another one bc I have a short one in mind, same dynamics but I swear I have plans to switch that up too lol

bellynuzzles

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Favourite Tickle Dynamics ·୨୧˚~ ₊˚

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This is a list of tickle dynamics that I just can't get enough of. They're so flustering.

Human!Lee x Alien!Ler - When an alien is poking and prodding at a human to see what they are and not understanding that it tickles them because it's not a concept where they're from. Once they learn that it makes humans happy they won't stop.

Plant!Ler - The concept of a plant being able to move and wrapping around someone, digging it's vine's into sensitive spots. Then a companion comes along and has to rescue them while being very amused at what they're seeing.

Doctor!Ler - A doctor performing a regular check up, asking their patient to lay down on the medical bed and them press their hands on the patients stomach while the patient tries desperately not to react... only for the doctor to notice and point it out.

Voodoo Doll - Where the ler finds a voodoo doll of their lee just thinking it's a cool doll that looks them. Then they begin messing with it while their lee is in the next room over, absolutely loosing their mind. (I have that one Smosh skit to blame for this. please say someone knows what I'm talking about.)

Grumpy!Lee x Sunshine!Ler - Sunshine character accidently finds out when messing with grumpy character. Grumpy character asks them not to tell anyone and of course the sunshine character obliges... after they've tickled them to pieces first.

Gentle Giant!Ler - When a Giant character needs to find a way to make the lee smile or when a Giant companion is playing with their owner and begins nuzzling their neck or belly.

Overly Serious/Dense!Ler - Where they don't have much of a facial expression while tickling a lee. They think it's cute how their lee squirms and giggles but they're just too blasé to show any sort of reaction.

Tickle Shocks - A character having an electrical ability and using it to tickle their lee with little shocks. I also like the concept of them pretending that their lee needs CPR. "Clear!" they'd shout, rubbing their hands together and then planting it down onto their sides, squeezing and activating their power slightly just to enhance the tickle effect.

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allthingswhumpyandangsty

anon in my inbox said fanfic writers who wrote about dark and taboo topics were not “real writers” because of what they wrote about.

reblog if you believe anon is wrong and writers are writers, no matter what they write about. no matter how they portray these taboo topics.

reblog if you believe art can be about topics that are controversial, taboo or outright disturbing, and artists who create controversial, taboo or outright disturbing art are as valid as artists who create art of conservative values.

reblog to laugh at anon ♡

ladyofwitheredroses

Any person who writes is a real writer, there’s no right or wrong way to be a writer

cocoa-critter

The Agreement

Hey gang, sorry for the oddball post tonight- I’ve had a RRRROOOOUGH couple days, and I ended up writing this kinda shorter, dumb, self indulgent little number, and I figured I’d post it while I finish up with Rock-Sitting, which is the fic that won the poll.

I PROFUSELY APOLOGIZE. I HOPE THIS IS DECENT COMPENSATION IN THE MEANTIME. IM STILL XOOKIN’ YALL TRUSTTTTTTT

Lee!Grace (PHM) Ler!Simon (Iron Lung)

Grace points out something about Simon that he’d love to hear more of, And Simon points out something about Grace that he’s sick and tired of. An agreement is achieved!

cocoa-critter

If you’re interested in ideas for Simon’s terrible horrible no good very bad day fic, maybe something where he’s ashamed/hates his mutations, specifically the ones on his face? Cause I can’t stop thinking about him getting so angry with how he looks that he tried to yank out the teeth with pliers. Don’t know how successful he’d be but he’d damn sure try. I get that it’s a pretty heavy topic & you might wanna pass on it, but just thought I’d share! I’ve been LOVING all your fics!

ABSOLUTELY I’LL WRITE THIS.

Yo this is SUCH a peak suggestion ohhh my god,,, I love me a dark heavy topic to write about, I NEVER mind!!’

ALSO TYSM FOR ALL THE LOVE!! I always love seeing your little notes on your reblogs TEEHEE

Tooth & Nail

This one’s dark, gang. Not the whole time, of course, but hot mama this was a hell of a write- LMAO.

I feel like I apologize for something every time I post but whatever bruh. I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. a lot came up while writing, I had to cut and rewrite a lot of it… I’m afraid it might be a little disjointed?? But maybe I’m overthinking… anyway, as usual, there will probably be typos. I’m blind, siIIIGH.

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Lee!Simon (Iron Lung) Ler!Grace (PHM)

TW’s: heavy mentions of blood, depiction of a severe mental break, self harm, teeth, and the removal of them, swearing

❦ Simon cannot stand the appearance of his new mutations, nor the discomfort they cause. Attempting to take matters into his own hands, he leaves Grace to pick up the pieces, which thankfully, he’s more than willing to do.

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bratbutcute

Currently crying like Grace after reading this story

#tickle fic rec #project hail mary tickles #phm tickles

ticklishdreamer26

tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and tickles and cuddles and

browniiesx

Fluffy fluffy husband and husband, thank you very much 💕

amazingmsme

I Suppose You Think This Is Funny?

AN: I’m baaack! Sorry I haven’t been posting as much as I used to, but I’ve still been dealing with a lot personally. But the project hail mary/iron lung hype finally got me back in the game lmao. I couldn’t let y’all have all the fun!

This is the winner from that one poll awhile back, so hope you enjoy! I’m hoping to get back into writing & posting more frequently, but that all depends on how kind life is to me. Kinda not wild about the ending, so be nice

From the moment Simon gained consciousness on the Hail Mary, he was cursing. "Fuck" was practically his favorite word, but only the other human aboard the ship could understand the expletives grumbled under his breath. Not that Simon was aware. That damn rock understood just about everything else; why would swearing be such a foreign concept?

Rocky was deeply familiar with Eridian swears and insults, but Grace hadn't been too keen on adding their translations.

"The last thing I need is for you to cuss me out. You already call me stupid on a daily basis," he teased with a chuckle, but Rocky didn't find it as funny.

"Rocky need space, statement," he said, turning around in his ball and walking away.

"C'mon Rock, don't be like that," Grace called out after him.

Rocky paused, rolling closer to his friend as he answered. "Rocky check on Simon. Will be back later."

"Oh, okay," Grace accepted the answer easily enough. He opened his mouth as if to add something, but stopped himself short. "Ah, nevermind," he waved a hand, as if in dismissal.

The movement caught Rocky's attention. "Nevermind what, question?"

Grace shook his head. "It's stupid."

"Okay!" Rocky chirped in agreement, about to head on his way, when Grace's voice stopped him once more.

"Just- make sure he knows he's allowed to go wherever he wants. He only really hangs out in the green room and observation deck, and I just want him to feel comfortable here."

"Rocky tell him!" he agreed before rolling down the hall.

cocoa-critter

Omg I love your stories so much! Especially Precarious Plant!!! I didn't realize how much I need a chase scene between Grace and Simon. Keep up the amazing work!

On a side note, I had an idea for a scenario between them based on a short comic I saw.

In the comic, Simon panics because of trauma and because he is worried about running out of oxygen. Ryland comforts him and tells him to take some deep breaths.

However, my idea is what if after Simon calms down, Grace makes a point to show him that they have plenty of oxygen, and starts tickling him >:)

AHDJSK I LOVE THESE TWO CHARACTER SO MUCH

- Zephyr (@lizard-lee)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Oh I love this concept… HECK YEA I’LL PUT A SPIN ON THIS!! LET’S GOOO

Deep Breaths

I am so sorry this took 99 billion years for me to finish, I NEVER write this slow AAAAUGHHH. ITS OK. it’s done, and that’s what matters.

This one’s a little longer, not too angsty, but it’s got a bit of an anxious kick to it. Simon’s still due for a day ruiner though- so he isn’t safe yet. LMAOOO. Please excuse any typos guys…

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Lee!Simon (Iron Lung) Ler!Grace (PHM)

TW: Swearing, very mild anxiety. Nothing crazy, just be aware!

❦ Simon falls under the assumption that the Hail Mary is not only on a fixed oxygen supply, but running low. Grace does his best to convince him that there’s nothing to worry about.

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cocoa-critter

Uno OUT

Guys this one is so dumb. This was an idea that popped into my head literally on a whim. I like writing funny nonsense, and y’all tell me you like it. So here’s your favorite space morons trying to learn and play uno LMAO.

Short, silly, and goofy. Needed a break from writing heavy stuff so enjoy the levity :) as usual, forgive my typos… I’m just a girl fr…

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Lee!Grace (PHM) Ler!Simon (Iron Lung)

TW: lots of swearing. Mostly Simon, of course.

❦ Grace, Rocky, and Simon decide to kill time playing Uno with a deck Grace found in the crew cabin… whole ship mad fr.

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theygender

You know I'm gonna be honest. I don't think all these apps really need access to my precise location

brightlotusmoon

ancientson

I know this is meant to be funny but it actually makes such a good point about how ADHD and executive dysfunction can impact people in really major ways, including financially

nhasablogg

This is just a short piece about Dean coming out to Sam kinda which I'm not even gonna title or put in my masterpost or even tag other than with my writing tag, whoever manages to see it will see it.

Dean had developed- habits, being on the road on his own for a while. He only really recognized the pattern when Sam joined him, the two of them cramped up in small motel rooms that left little privacy, constantly together, dining and sleeping and sitting side by side in the car. Dean started becoming a bit frustrated, even though he had spent most of his life in this claustrophobic co-dependency. Had preferred it that way, really.

But then there was the flirting. The most natural thing to him, only he’d never told Sam about how he would kiss men when he was one too many bottles down, because why did his brother need to know that? But that meant the flirting became this thing they didn’t talk about. Dean found it rolled off his tongue too easily to contain quickly enough, leaving it hanging in the air and pretending his blood wasn’t pounding in his ears.

mystey-here

wait i’m excessively OBSESSED with this. and you write them all SO WELL that like now i want to know more of alex too??? who is this fella LOL

hollow-toy

mutuals can always dm me but be warned i talk like your coworker who is trying too hard to get to know you and my response times are akin to the response times you might get if we were communicating by letter

secretleesensitive

Wanna be tickled in an I adore you way

a-fluffer-nutter

Tips for writing fics with tickling:

Don't refer to the roles as lee and ler. I think it takes the reader out of the scene, as the community has made these words up. There are better terms to use anyways. Also, by not using these, people from outside the community reading your fics won't be confused.

Every time a new person talks, MAKE A NEW PARAGRAPH. This is for all fics, but I see this a lot with tickle fics as there is a lot of dialogue switching. If I see a block of text that is half one character laughing and the other half is the other person talking, I'm not gonna read your fic.

I dig when some people write people laughing in all caps, but use it sparingly. Reading all caps for longer than a sentence makes the brain disassociate and I can't read anymore. It's a fun technique, but use it when it's needed.

This is a personal pet peeve of mine, but you don't have to follow it if you don't want to. Not everyone needs to do baby talk. If you have a character that is quieter or stoic that is tickling someone, they probably won't do much of baby talk. Make sure your character teases are appropriate and in character, unless you intend for them not to be.

There are so many different forms of laughter, but a lot of them aren't interchangeable. Envision what you think the laughter will sound like, and base your writing on that. But don't forget to have fun with it.

Writing is supposed to be fun. If you're writing fics and it feels like a chore for you, take a break. Write when you feel like it.

Take the prompts you want. If you get a prompt that isn't very descriptive, toss it or get more info. Make sure the person submitting the prompt knows what they want so you know what they want.

That's all I have. I've been in this community as a reader since 2013 and a writer since 2016. This is some of my knowledge in writing and just reading these fics. Feel free to share/reblog this. There are a lot of new writers so I figured I could give some fun advice, but no need to take this seriously if you don't want to!

a-fluffer-nutter

Adding this as it is Tickletober and there are so many fun fics and writers out and about this month:

I am a certified English and college essay tutor. If you want help with your writing, either proofreading or just general feedback, please reach out. I am happy to help you be the best writer you can be!

cawhawhaw

another thing i see about people writing laughter...you don't need to write 10 continous lines of "AHAHAHAHAHA STOP". We get the point 😅

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