Mostly Brick, I guess. I'm always in a Reds moment. It's so hard to not get distracted by them when I'm writing other couples. When I was writing that last Greens fic I would hit up rb's' insta for inspo but constantly get distracted by the Reds. They take up every square inch of my mind.
There's something exceptionally vulnerable in Brick's desperation, I think. On multiple fronts - his desperate attempts to not to fall in love, to fight it, his desperate longing despite it, to cling to some semblance of control when he's far past the point of being able to. How absolutely powerless it makes him feel. I feel like there's something beautiful in that, or at least I'm very taken with it.
And, on the other hand - while this doesn't apply to TEF, at least, not to the degree that it does when I write them even just a little older - how far a cry from that desperation Blossom is with her feelings. I love a Blossom where she knows her power; I think it's something she's always aware of but is very careful of when dealing with regular people. She knows how threatening and terrifying real power can be, so she tamps it down in an effort to make others feel comfortable and safe. But in doing so she's stifling it, too - and interesting, how this puts her between Bubbles and Buttercup! I think Bubbles has no problem doing that, I don't think she even thinks of it as stifling, she merely registers internally that this is something that is an obstacle to her being able to connect with others and so she just keeps it in the trunk or the backseat, like this part of her only gets to ride in the front passenger side when it is appropriate. Whereas Buttercup is on the opposite end, like hers is always in the car with her, usually in the front seat, but hey, with a seatbelt on, and sometimes Buttercup has to brake suddenly to avoid an accident or things getting out of hand and has to reach out an arm to keep it from going through the windshield.
Blossom thinks she's doing what Bubbles is doing, but in truth, she doesn't connect the way Bubbles does with others - at least, it's not borne out of a genuine desire for connecting with them, it's something she just recognizes as necessary in order to help them. There's something more clinical about it, I think. But there's also repression going on there, of her true self. Because - and this is the way she's like Brick, to her chagrin - deep down, she does think she's better than people. Not just thinks,
knows and
feels. (Whether it's true or not; we're dealing strictly with her emotions here.) This part of her is always restrained. Eventually, it needs an outlet.
(I said this was mostly Brick thoughts but it turned into Blossom thoughts. Well, she deserves the attention ♥)
Like not counting TEF or the spy/assassin thing (which yes I still have plans to continue) I've got like
4 (5. jesus it's 5) other stories going on and they're all fucking reds fics there is seriously no room in my brain for anything else
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