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mareenavee · 11 months

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for the fanfic asks, 1, 3 and 15!

Hello! :D Thank you so much for asking these. I particularly love this set of questions.

The ask game is just here.

Fanfic asks for my fic, The World on Our Shoulders!

Without further ado, onward to the answers! :D

1. What inspired you to write/update this work?

I did talk about the origin of my fic a little bit here. What inspired me to update it? Well. I could talk about the ground-up edit.

I had been writing this as sort of a challenge mode back in February, getting the draft down on paper and posting every day just to prove to myself that I could. By the time the challenge ended, I had over 100k words, which was more than my goal (it was more or less a NaNoWriMo challenge I made for myself) and I was able to go back, read it with fresh eyes, and realize pieces that weren't hitting the way I wanted them to. So I decided to go back in and edit iirc somewhere before April. I had something like 52 chapters posted by then lol. So it was a big undertaking. I had plot threads I'd dropped, I had characters whose voices weren't coming through in the way that I hoped. There'd been some waffling about phrasing and word choices and scenes that just felt rushed.

This time, though, instead of simply just feeling awful about my work I decided it could do with some love. So I took the time to start revisions and didn't post anything until I had a big chunk of the story ready to be proofread and edited more ahead of a posting schedule. I've been adding in an extra chapter update or two here or there on certain weeks. But anyway, the inspiration behind updating this is because I want it to be the kind of story I wanted to read, but could not find, even in its first iteration. (: All I can do is hope I'm doing it justice.

3. If this work is an update/new chapter, how do you stay motivated on multi-chapter works?

I am motivated to keep updating this thing because the story is living rent free in my head, and what else am I going to do but write it if it's allowed to clatter around in there anyway? (: LOL But no, seriously, I'm invested in the characters at this point. It's a personal challenge besides that, which I was going over here and here. I just wanna write a fun story besides all that. I figured, what is the most dramatic thing that can happen to an NPC who discovers they're the dragonborn? WELL. After a series of bad decisions on her part, we have the prologue of World lol. It's more than that, of course, but still. (:

15. What is one question you wish someone would ask you about this work? Ask it and answer it.

OH another one of these, my poor brain LOL. Okay. Here goes nothing! (Thank you, btw. I love having to really think about my work like this!)

Are there alternate ways this story could have gone? Do you have plans to make what-if sort of stories for this series?

I've been wanting to write a series of shortfics or one shots that go over alternate events counter to what happens in World, really, because I think it's important for writing practice and for reaffirming that, while the alternate story is fun and good to think about, you're on the right path with how you've been going in your project (:

Some of the questions I ask myself are:

"What would have happened if Nyenna and Eris actually made it to Solstheim as intended?"

"What if she stayed with Hadvar and went straight to Solitude?"

"What if Nyenna rejected Athis?"

"What if she never learned magic?"

"What if she wasn't the Last Dragonborn? Who would be?"

Among so, so many others. All of them would have affected her character arc in some significant way. Most of them would still have her being pulled into her destiny, though, except that last one. Most of them would have her missing out on trusting herself to get stronger, especially the first one. Some of them would shift the whole setting of the story to a different part of Skyrim altogether, and a setting shift has the ability to change the tone of the whole story, if you think about it.

I want to take a minute to answer those what-ifs briefly.

1: She'd have never been guided to reconnect with her power. Teldryn probably would have seen her just as another traveler, not as a patron. He might have left for Skyrim without her the following morning. She'd have to be saved from a dragon, likely, instead of do the saving or escaping on her own, before the whole soul absorption thing happens.

2: She'd have joined the Legion, likely, convinced she could be anything she put her mind to. She'd be a good soldier, and of course would stand and fight a random dragon with Hadvar in the battalion at her side. She'd discover her powers and then Tullius would, sensing an opportunity, use her in his plans to end the war as quickly as possible. If either of them survived to the end of either quest, she'd probably hire Hadvar as her housecarl. Or maybe marry him instead.

3: Athis is quite smitten with Nyenna at the beginning of their story. If Nyenna wasn't so rash and grabby-hands about that kind of attention, she'd probably have been nice enough to him, but would have focused on recovery first and then moving on toward Solstheim as was her original intention. I like the idea that she'd discover she's Dragonborn on Solstheim rather than at the watchtower, though... it'd be interesting considering she'd not have trained at all in this situation, too.

4: If all went exactly as the fic was going, but she never learned Flames to begin with, she'd not have known she had a bit of an unusual aptitude for magic. It would affect how she'd fight. She'd probably still focus on archery, I'd assume, but also would need to have an even better handle on fighting with weapons that actually have weight to them. I feel like she'd fit the image the Nords have of the LDB a little better. Also, without healing magic, Athis probably would have died at a certain point. Twice she'd been there to staunch the bleeding and close wounds when others couldn't or didn't. So that would have complicated things.

5: If Nyenna wasn't the Dragonborn but everything went exactly as the fic is going, I'd have given that to Athis, I think. He wishes more than once over the course of the story that he could have been chosen, mostly regretting being unable to take the burden off of her. If that was the case, I wonder how Nyenna would have reacted to being the wife of the Dragonborn. I feel like Athis would have prioritized her anyway, even in the wake of the quest. I don't know if Nyenna would have stayed home per se. She'd probably have still been training and retrieving artifacts. She'd probably have gone with Athis on some pieces of the quest, too, because he wouldn't have thought HE was the one causing the chaos and danger as Nyenna believes in World.

So yes. Alternate what-if fics :D If I were to write a one shot of any of these, would you guys like to see a specific one? Feel free to comment or send me asks and I can also write fragments out, maybe, of certain changed scenes as writing practice. <3

#AskMareena #MareenaWrites #The World on Our Shoulders #Nyenna #Teldryn Sero #Athis #LDB/Teldryn Sero #LDB/Athis #Skyrim #Elder Scrolls #tesblr #fanficblr #writeblr

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sionisjaune · 5 months

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Quite a while ago @12romy tagged me in this, but I didn't get around to it until now

How many works do you have on AO3?

21. Sixteen are F1 RPF and the rest are Captive Prince.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

101,102 words! I just passed the 100k mark last week with my recent work and I am very proud of myself! Additionally, I also posted more than 50k this year alone (with more on the way), which is more than double what I posted last year.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just F1 at the moment. I see myself continuing to write in this fandom for a while. I used to write Captive Prince fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

feedback on low latency (maxiel wip) 2. heist au part 1 3. girl!seb/christian 4. mafia carlando 5. sebchal influencer au

This is a pretty terrible representation of my fic imo, but these are all older works so it does make sense.

5. Do you responds to comments? Why or why not?

Always! If I haven't responded, I do intend to get around to it. I appreciate comments SO MUCH and I love to gab about my own fic.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have been told that the ending of the ships that go sailing (heist au part 2) was upsetting. Although as the author who knows what happens next, I don't find it to be particularly upsetting. I think that soft rock star (baby's first rpf) is decently angsty because of Lewis's sort of resigned hopelessness towards his continuing relationship with Nico, despite Nico getting engaged. Although I would argue it's still a pro brocedes fic, I also make the argument that the dynamic brocedes has going on is not good for Lewis.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Tell me why this is so hard to answer??? I am going to say the slimy moonlit riverbed canopied with devastated clouds. This is my extremely optimistic post Barcelona 2023 brocedes fic, and it ends with Lewis waking up to Nico having cooked him breakfast. To me the ending is extremely hopeful and romantic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet and hopefully not ever.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

YES. I use sex scenes to shore up or to explore emotional beats. Sex scenes are also a great way to work through relationship dynamics. I like my sex scenes to be super embodied and dynamic, and I like to be specific about where limbs are, what position participants are in etc. My general philosophy is to have a good "push and pull" between participants so that the dynamic doesn't get boring. This is also why you'll probably never see me write a straight up dom/sub dynamic. I just don't know how to write that type of scene.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

Not really. If fusions count, then my craziest is a Kitchen Nightmares and Captive Prince fusion fic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but someone asked recently, and I'm still thinking on it. I thought I would be okay with translations, but lately I've been thinking about the potential consequences of allowing someone else to control your work. I have a hard time with betaing, for example, because I can't stand to have my work be read in a state that it could be misinterpreted!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I have to credit a lot of my fic to discussions in the dms. I'm sort of working on a fic that was chat ficced to me so compellingly that I had to write it. Does that count?

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

Lewis/Nico! This should come as no surprise. It is absolutely no contest with this one.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would love to be able to dig into any of the max/daniel wips in my gdocs, but I have terminal brocedes brainworms right now and am not currently able to write anything other than them. Sigh. It is so hard being a brocedes endgamer.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have been told lately that my writing is vibey and cinematic, and I would mostly agree! Imagery is very important to me insofar as cultivating the mood of the fic. I also think I make good, evocative verb choices.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I struggle to write non-explicit fic. The PWP format is awesome, but its a bit of a crutch for me. I also have no idea how to write time passing other than by simply ending the scene and starting a new one, or how to introduce sudden events other than by writing "Suddenly, [x happens]".

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Usually unnecessary, and a huge pain for readers if translations are only included in the notes. If used sparingly and intentionally, this can have a cool effect, but only if you take into account that your readers are probably not going to bother translating the dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I used to write self-insert Batman fic on Wattpad (lol). If we pretend my fanfic-writing career started on AO3, then Captive Prince.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Absolutely no contest. It's the slimy moonlit riverbed canopied with devastated clouds. I said a lot of what I wanted to say about brocedes in this one, and I got a lot of wonderful comments that make me think other readers feel the same!!!

I've seen a lot of mutuals do this one already, but if you made it down here and want to say I tagged you, go ahead!

#tag game

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pandasmagorica · 10 months

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First watch: 3 Will Be Free

tl;dr - Even though I'm not a big crime series fan, I loved this series and had to weigh whether to promote it to my top ten (I didn't, but it was close). There are some cringe moments and plenty of gun violence, not that much assault but still some. The plot holes weren't too distracting. Transgender viewers may be uncomfortable for episodes 1-3, but there's a real payoff for sticking with the series with a super-strong trans character.

This post is intended to be PG but the series itself is rated 18+ (I think for violence) just so you know.

Had been putting off watching this because it's not QL, even though I've watched other Thai non-QL (Gift Shop for People You Hate, 55:15 Never Too Late, and Midnight Museum). But after seeing some positive mentions about it here on Tumblr, decided to give it a try. And was very glad I did. And also questioning the take that it's not QL.

After seeing Tay Tawan in Dark Blue Kiss and the DBK prequels, as well as a guest turn in Midnight Museum, I totally did not expect his Shin character in 3WBF. Mostly mild mannered, a big contrast to his character in the three Kiss series, but don't underestimate him - he can take some wild action as well if that's his only choice at the moment - and there are some moments.

I also knew Gunsmile from his wisecracking ghost in He's Coming to Me. Here he's quite dark as a hitman.

As for guest appearances, I knew Sing from the same series as well as in Not Me and The Warp Effect, and Sine from brief appearances in He's Coming to Me and Secret Crush on You as well as her long-ago star turn in the horror movie Nang Nak. Sing's and Sine's appearances here were quite brief, but the story is the story and hopefully I will see them again in other work.

I've seen director Jojo's work before on Gay OK Bangkok and its sequel, which I liked, well, okay, but didn't love, as well as The Warp Effect, which I greatly enjoyed.

Enough introduction. On to the series itself.

The story gets off to a quick start. Neo (Joss Way-ar), a hustler and stripper, is having an affair with Va (Sine Inthira), the wife of a mob boss. When the husband Mr. Thana (Big Sarut) finds out, he sends hitmen Phon (Max Nuttawut) and Ter (Gunsmile Chanagun) to kill Neo, but Ter winds up accidentally killing Va instead. Neo runs from them to a dance bar run by Miw (Mild Lapassalan) only to discover Shin (Tay Tawan), who he seems to know, in the men's room. Phon chases after Neo only to be killed by Miw after being surprised to discover Shin (who he calls Mr. Shin, because Shin is Mr. Thana's son) and dropping his gun during the ensuing fight.

So now Neo, Shin, and Miw are on the run. The rest of the series is them trying to dodge the people who want to kill them and find a way to safety.

Except...Phon's lover Mae (Jennie Panhan), a transwoman (so is the actress), insists on joining Ter on the pursuit so she can get revenge for Phon's death.

This story had me with severe split allegiances: I wanted Neo, Shin, and Miw to get away safely, but I also found myself rooting for Mae as well. While the show mostly focused on the trio and their relationship, they gave ample time and character development to Mae and Ter. I'd say Mae's character underwent the most transformation of any of the characters, and that's not a pun. In the eyes of this queer, admittedly cis, male, this show has major positive transfemale rep. She is an incredibly strong characters.

On to the cringe moments: For a series that was as positive about a major transgender character, Neo's trans landlady and her roommate were absolute cringe and there only for comic effect. Their screen time was mercifully brief, but instantly too long each time they showed up. It also happens early in the series, before we've been able to fully see that Mae's character is going to be handled well. Their parts could have been eliminated with zero impact on the plot. I am completely mystified as to how a series that handled a major transgender character so well could fail so badly for the guest transgender characters.

So, I would recommend this show to my trans friends with the warning that it might be rocky going the first few episodes.

Spoilers follow

Okay, there are definitely some plot holes, mostly having to do with logistics: Why is Shin in the dance bar when Neo comes in? Why do some characters, such as Boss John, put themselves in danger when they don't need to? Why would the maid give Miw her uniform? How does Mae find Mr. Thana at the end? Why isn't Mr. Thana protected? With all the flashback reveals throughout the series, it's strange these aren't addressed.

But, aside from all the deaths along the way, it's a mostly happy ending for the trio. And Mae gets the right-sized amount of revenge and affirms her existence, at the cost of learning some hard lessons of the lengths she's willing to go to.

Is this QL? I tend to be expansive in what I'd consider QL and I'd say yes. The development of the poly relationship (even though it doesn't stay that way) is fairly queer as in LGBTQ+ and features at least one of the tropes, attraction at first sight. It doesn't matter to me that it's not the main focus of the series. Your mileage may vary.

It's a great series and I could eventually watch it again.

#3wbf #3 Will Be Free #transgender representation #reviews #pandasmagorica #transgender series #ql drama #ql series #ql #transgender #trans positivity

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bigbadripley · 1 year

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Chapter 17 - Like A Villain

Marc Spector/Steven Grant(Jake Lockley?) x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn’t help but notice how familiar he was.

18+!! | 4.7k Words | Third-person omniscient | Dark?fic/Angst | AU/AT

Warnings: Heavy language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma, heavy Jake flirtation, hypnotism, everyone's still angsty and fighting

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings. I wrote this entirely as a trauma dump. DISCLAIMER: I know nothing about hypnotism and I will not lead you to believe I did extensive research on it. Please do not look into it too much. I needed a way to make an introduction and this seemed like the perfect way to do it. I've had a vision from the beginning to have a moment between them that would be like in Moon Knight (2016) #9 where they all see each other. Of course, I had to find a way to execute it a bit differently, so let's not dig into my methods too much. It serves a purpose for a later chapter.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter list

"It's hard enough being alone with myself I don't know how long I'll be holding on I know you tried your hardest, I know that you meant well But you pushed me to the edge and I slipped, and then I fell I don't know how long I'll be holding on" -"Like A Villain" by Bad Omens

"Hypnosis," Simone said without a single doubt in her voice.

Marc couldn't believe it. When she said she would explore experimental methods, he didn't realize she would present them with snake oil.

She may as well suggest an exorcism. He thought to himself.

Marc brought himself a bit lower to her face, parallel to her eyes, and squinted with doubt.

"Hypnosis? Like-" He stopped speaking and swirled a finger in front of her to symbolize a spiral.

Simone stood momentarily, staring at the gesture before she rolled her eyes and pushed the hand away. "Never mind, we don't have to do this." She said in frustration. Right away, she began gathering her bag. She was pissed, and in her mind, rightfully so. Marc promised her his full cooperation. She was excited to do this and even went back and forth, bringing everything she needed from her place to the office the whole day before.

Simone had it in her mind that if they got past the meeting part, they could figure out the integration, and everything could go back to normal again, picking up their relationship like it never paused. "You wanna waste my time?"

As she rushed to get her things, Marc realized the joke he thought was funny wasn't as amusing as he intended. "I'm joking, Moni! You know that!"

"Right, you can make fun all you want, but you'll have to leave so I can lock the office back up." She said snappily.

It was lost on Marc where this sudden flair in temper came from. They could always kid around, whether they were friends, lovers, partners, or whatever. Moni was never one to take everything so seriously.

"It. Was. A. Joke." Marc retorted, pausing between words as if she didn't get what he said the first time. To Simone, this was a way for him to try and avoid an apology and make her feel nuts for reacting the way she was. All the while, she just wanted to help, and his poking holes in what she already stated was an experiment wasn't helping her want to do that.

On the other hand, Steven wanted help from her no matter the method and realized he was likely the only one able to get control of the two of them to move things along. "It was a joke, yeah? It wasn't very funny. Simone's worked very hard to put this together for our sake, Marc." He said once he was in the driver's seat.

Steven's words caused Simone to come to a full stop, getting a warm and fuzzy feeling from the appreciation he was showing.

"Let's just all get along for a little while? Show some respect?" He spoke into the air, clearly aiming his words at his host. Simone shifted her weight to one hip and crossed her arms, waiting for Marc to respond.

"You're right, Steven. I guess I'm just a bit nervous." Marc finally stepped forward. Simone respected his human admission of his anxiety and softened a lot more because of it, putting her want for an apology on the back burner.

"I get that, but this whole thing will be useless if you don't take it seriously, Marc. I need your undivided attention, no skepticism. Understood?" She spoke in a much more tender tone now to him. Marc nodded,

"Yes, ma'am. Let's do it."

Simone motioned for him to sit and went behind her desk, pulling out the rope she had purchased for this. It was a soft, cotton rope used for bondage play to not cause any harm but was firm when used correctly. Marc's eyes widened upon seeing them, "What're those for?"

"So Jake can't take off with your body when I call him forward. That'll be a whole different disaster." She explained.

Marc turned his head and watched as she knelt down behind his chair. Something was loving in how she gingerly guided his hands as she fashioned them with some fancy knot that she likely didn't learn from scouts. She thoughtfully stuck two fingers between the rope and his wrists to check whether it was too tight or loose.

As weird as it is, she's got me in a pretty vulnerable position here. Marc thought to himself. Though it wasn't the position he preferred to be in, it was a damn sexy thought.

The rope was long enough for her to snake the end pieces around and bind his ankles to the chair legs, using a different knot this time and checking for tightness again before standing.

"Don't struggle too much. The wrists will only get tighter." Simone explained, taking a moment to admire her handiwork.

If only I didn't have work to do. She thought to herself.

Marc wished he would read her mind, studying the former dominatrix's eyes to see if there was anything behind them, but he couldn't tell. He watched as she went to the corner of the office and dragged the standing mirror she brought from her bedroom in front of them first, then the clearly new mirror she bought for this project that was about the same size.

"I guess I'm just a little lost on what is happening here, b... doc." Marc corrected himself before calling her "baby," staring at his reflection in both mirrors directly before him.

Hangin' with my friends, hardy-har-har. He thought to himself.

"As you said, you can't seem to get him to talk through reflections, so you'll be the reflections. Stubborn ol' Jakey will be in the chair." Simone explained as she opened the voice memo app on her phone. "But you can't fight him, or else it'll fuck all this up. Once he's aware, he might freak out. Do your best to talk him down. I won't be able to hear you two, so play nice."

Marc nodded confirmation and noticed Steven in the mirror on the right, also confirming. They couldn't help but feel scared of what was about to come but knowing Simone, she would never put them in a situation she wasn't sure was safe. The voice memo recording sound beeped, and she began to speak into the phone.

"Subject Marc Spector, the host, is in control of the body. Subject Steven Grant, alter, is partially integrated and aware and will follow hypnosis instructions. The session begins now."

Marc sat momentarily, awaiting the instruction as his heart thumped in his ears. He was uncharacteristically anxious about this, and he couldn't pinpoint if it was because he was about to be forced out of his body or because he was about to meet the man who caused bloodshed by his own hand.

Moni looked at him for a moment with soft eyes, and he suddenly felt more ease wash over him as she mouthed, "Are you ready?" and he returned with a nod. This made both of them feel better.

"Close your eyes and take a deep breath." She said, and Marc followed suit, letting his lids drift shut shakily as he breathed deeply into his lungs. "Imagine you're in the softest bed you've ever felt. It can be any bed, anywhere. Imagine lying in it, surrounded by the plushest pillows and warmest covers."

As Simone's soothing voice filled their ears, they pictured it, completely forgetting the rope and wooden chair. They were in her bed at her flat, in their mind. Comfortable.

"You're just resting in the bed, no other sounds around, so disruptions or disturbances, just you listening to my voice." She stood as still as a board behind the mirrors, peering at Marc through the crack between them. She had never seen him so calm or relaxed in his life. It was working.

"With each breath you take, you feel yourself sinking deeper into the soft mattress, the light behind your lids growing dimmer the more you drift. As I count back from ten, you will fade into that state of sleep, but you will still hear and respond to my voice." She explained. Marc felt like he was already halfway there, but it wasn't sleep, he felt. It was the most tranquil state he'd ever been in.

"Ten... your shoulders are going completely limp, not an ounce of tension. Nine... eight... your fingers rest... seven... six... your legs feel nothing under them, like floating... five... four... your neck relaxes, and your head is light... three... two... when I get to one and snap my fingers, there will be nothing between you and the sound of my voice... One." She finishes and snaps her fingers.

Marc and Steven aren't necessarily asleep, but they're hyper-focused. They saw each other as they did in the Duat, standing on either side of Marc's body. Two separate figures. Marc wore the same blue jeans and shirt as on the outside, but Steven wore a three-piece black suit.

It was a strange astral projection like they had never experienced before. It was like watching through their reflections, but they would reach and touch each other. Talk to each other.

"Good to see you, Buddy," Marc said, facing Steven. Steven nodded,

"Yes, good to see you, as well."

They could just stay and talk like this, but they both noticed another party member in Marc's head standing behind the chair they were tied to. This one looked just like they did, only wearing a brown hat and the brown leather bomber jacket that Marc never touched anymore.

The pair was just about to speak to the third party, but the moment Simone talked, their attention was forced to her voice again. They saw her standing and watching them, unaware they could see her still. She was stunning.

"When I snap my fingers again, Jake will control your body, Marc. Don't fight it." She explained, then snapped her thumb and middle finger with the same clack sound as before.

Player three was in their body, blinking and confused but looking right past them and through the gap between the mirrors where Simone stood.

"Hey, hermosa." Jake greeted her the second he saw her before taking a moment to reflect on his situation. "Wait, why'm I tied up? Not that I'm complainin', but uh-" He stopped and looked around at the office walls, realizing he had never seen this space before. "You drug me?"

"No, I didn't." She said before bringing the phone to her face and circling around him. "Subject Jake has come forward. Marc and Steven, I will count down from three, and your consciousnesses will be awake. You will solely be able to speak to him through the reflection." She explained.

Jake was concerned, watching her speak to people that weren't there. It was just him and her, and he was tied to a chair, and there were oversized voyeurism mirrors in front of him. This was a kinky game he didn't remember agreeing to.

"Three... two... one..."

The word "one" echoed through the astral plane they were in, and before they noticed, they were in the mirrors without another second to spare. It was a familiar sensation, but they weren't used to being tucked away and watching another consciousness take over that wasn't one of them.

"I'm so fuckin' confused, Chi-town. You gotta let me in on what's goin' on here." Jake said, still looking at Simone. His concentration on her broke when his reflection in the right mirror started talking.

"Don't freak out, but we're supposed to talk to you."

Then, the left mirror spoke up as well.

"Hopefully, we can get this sorted out, yeah?"

Simone watched as Jake flicked back and forth between the mirrors, not hearing if they were speaking to him, but with the widening of his eyes, she imagined they were.

"Woah, the fuck? You really did drug me, eh?" Jake's attention went to Simone, confused but strangely eager, like he was on an adventure. She smiled at him, not wanting to interrupt the introductions, and spoke into her recording again.

"Subject Jake has become aware of subjects Marc and Steven."

"Why's by reflection on the left British?" He asked.

"Left mirror is Subject Steven; therefore, the right mirror is Subject Marc." She described.

Marc watched Jake look Moni up and down, and though he was lost as hell on the situation, he was blatantly checking her out.

It was witnessing that that decided it for Marc: he didn't like the guy. "Hey, buddy, eyes over here." He calls for Jake's attention, and he gets it. "I understand you're Jake. My name's Marc. The English one's Steven." He begins to explain. Jake recognizes the name Marc immediately but lets the right reflection finish talking. "You reside in my body. I have a mental thing called dissociative identity disorder. You and Steven are what are referred to as alters. I'm the original. Steven knows a thing or two about how you must feel right now."

"I do, and I know it's bananas, but it's true."

Jake's gaze darts between them for a moment, thinking it doesn't make a lick of sense.

"Like what that guy got in that one movie? The Shyamalan one?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow and pronouncing the name Shyamalan as Sham-il-ian. Everyone knew the movie he was referring to, regardless.

"Sorta like that," Marc said.

Steven and Marc expected more questions, maybe a breakdown, something to tell them that Jake was having trouble processing it. Instead, Jake remembered his conclusion from when he heard Marc's name and looked back to Simone.

"So that's why you keep calling me Marc? I share a face with your boyfriend." He said, not really asking. Simone watches as his attention leaves her before she can speak and goes to Marc's mirror.

"Yeah, that's exactly why," Marc tells Jake. Jake then goes to the English mirror.

"You two're both dating her?"

Simone put in her two cents, unsure if she is interrupting and not caring. "Not at this time." She admits.

"To be determined." Steven pipes up, bravely correcting and remembering that Simone can't hear him. Jake wises up to this right away,

"That's a damn shame. She'sa real dime." He says, directing an upward nod at her. His response garners a giggle from Simone and makes Marc wish she wasn't directly behind them.

"Hey buddy, how about we get back on topic instead of you tryna hit on our girl?" Marc said, demanding Jake to return his attention to him instead of Moni.

Jake splits his engagement between the clearly insulted man in the mirror and the blushing beauty to his left. Just as he found that Simone was a Chicago native, he could also scout that in Marc's voice from a mile away.

There's history here, but how she's lookin' at me tells me it's ancient.

"Sounds like she ain't your girl," Jake answered, turning his head to the right mirror but keeping his eyes glued to the woman before him.

Simone felt Marc said something alluding to the idea of her being Marc's lady, and she wished he could hear it so she could discredit it herself. Regardless, she could have bottled Jake's response and drank it like soda. Tone, accent, and all. Lip-smackingly refreshing.

Marc loathed it. He knew from the way Jake was looking at her that she had to be giving eyes back. He wanted to fight, throw a punch, get mean, all of it, but he knew he needed to bring things back to the topic, and unfortunately, they couldn't do that with Moni there.

"Do me a favor and ask Moni to leave the room. We have business to attend to; the longer you ogle at her, the longer it'll take." Marc requested, doubting he would follow suit.

To his surprise, Jake looked straight at her. "The one called Marc is askin' you to leave, doll. You're distracting." He told her.

Marc expected Moni to be offended, even putting Jake's pet name for her aside in preparation, but all she did was shrug.

"No sweat, I'm gonna get lunch. Play nice, boys." She said, making a b-line to the door that led to the waiting room and disappearing with nothing but the sound of her footsteps to remind them.

It was hushed for a while, making Steven realize that the three had very little in common: a body and Simone. He didn't want to be the first to speak up but realized as Jake and Marc angrily looked at each other: he had to be.

"We need to integrate," Steven said. This brought Jake's stare to him as he seemed flummoxed by the word's meaning. "That way, nobody's blacking out."

"Dunno whatchu mean by that. I'm still not entirely convinced the girl didn't drug me." Jake retorted. He wished he wasn't tied up so he could go about his business. Better yet, to know the time of day would be nice also.

"It means to break down the barriers between us. Steven and I see things through the same eyes; we work together. You operate independently, cutting into our ability to go about the world. We can't have that." Marc tried to explain it. "When you take over, we black out. I'm sure you've had a similar experience the other way around. The only issue is that you're Khonshu's avatar, as we were. Totally tricked us, the bastard." Marc finished.

Jake shrugged, feeling the rope tighten around his wrists and ankles with the movement and slacken again once his shoulders relaxed. "Alright, I'll bite. How do we go about doin' this thing?"

Marc hadn't thought that far, realizing that was meant to be Moni's part of the process, also, but he was running into more issues as he spoke to the wannabe New Yorker. Found more things he disliked and cherry-picked every word.

Doll. Hermosa. Chi-town? How many times have they met?

Marc was annoyed initially at his interest in Moni, and it had manifested as they sat into full-blown irritation with the alter. He hated his smugness and his trying hard to simultaneously be a man's man and a gentleman. He felt that Jake was a dirtbag and wasn't sure if he could live with that around the clock.

"Do we keep the suit?" Jake spoke up again, breaking Marc's train of thought. It was clear to Jake that Marc and Steven wanted nothing to do with Khonshu, and hell, he didn't want much to do with the bird either, but if it meant keeping the suit, he bit the bullet.

"No," Steven answered. Marc seemed to agree with that answer. Jake didn't particularly like it, but he remembered what these two had that he didn't.

"Do I get some time with the lovely Simone?" He asked, trying to find something in this deal that would be worth it to him. Marc scoffed,

"Hell no!"

Marc's answer was final. There was no discussion on that. Under no circumstances would Jake be in on their arrangement. He would just as soon find a way to make the guy disappear entirely if it didn't mean being rid of Steven.

"Then I don't want any of what you're sellin'," Jake said, dissatisfied with the offer and seeming content with keeping his life as it was. Clearly, those two didn't know that Jake Lockley was no pushover.

Marc wasn't pleased with his decline. "The hell does Khonshu want with you anyway?" He asked.

"Needs someone to protect the travelers of the night, blah, blah. I'm sure you've heard the damn spiel. That and he suspects Seth has an avatar here on Earth and is plottin' something big. Like, full-scale invasion big." Jake explained. Steven didn't want anything to do with Khonshu and wasn't afraid to make it known.

"Let the Avengers handle it." He responded.

"No, English, It's gotta be an avatar." Jake clarified, looking at the reflection like an idiot. "Gotta find him, bind him, pop one in his cranium like we did Harrow."

Hearing this struck unease in Marc and Steven. They knew the body was being used by Khonshu, but they didn't understand the extent to which Jake was going without their knowledge.

"He did get us to kill fuckin' Harrow. That bird is insufferable." Marc said, frustrated.

"We've seen what you can do. No wonder he stuck with you!" Steven exclaimed. Jake's head fell back on his shoulders, and he let out a loud chuckle that bothered Steven but didn't surprise Marc. As he stopped laughing, he spoke.

"My methods may be... unconventional, but I'm no worse than you if you were his avatar before me."

Though his complacency agitated Marc, he knew Jake had a point. No matter Jake's body count, Marc easily doubled it due to time and experience. The difference was Marc was content with living without violence and preferred not to be covered in blood these days.

Jake just did what he felt was necessary and, to his knowledge, only hurt those in his way or the absolute scum on the bottom of his shoe. Just as Marc did, even before Khonshu with the mercenary work. In that aspect, Marc found Jake decent. In all the rest, not so much.

"How can we come to an agreement?" Steven asked, trying to extend an olive branch. Jake was no longer in the mood to listen to their terms after being offended, treated like a lesser person, and made to feel worse than them.

"How about this: let me hold onto the body and do what I gotta do, fulfill my deal with the bird. Don't worry, I'll take care of the lady als-"

"Don't you touch her!" Marc snapped. As if the lady they were referring to heard, she returned to the office with a brown paper sack and a strawberry milkshake.

"Have we come to an agreement?" Simone asked, stepping into view of Jake and the mirrors. She wrapped her lips around the straw of her drink and took a sip, and all three of them grew jealous of the plastic. Jake, being the only one she could hear, broke the news.

"Nope. Your boys ain't willin' to bargain." He explained.

She pulled her mouth from the straw and gulped before licking away the pink residue that dripped onto the parting of her lips. Her eyes looked disappointed to hear the turnout of their meeting, but studying Jake's expression, the man's pupils were practically heart-shaped, and Marc was more glad now than before that his body was tied to that chair.

"Alright, we'll have to end it here if you three can't agree," Simone said, placing her treats on her desk. "I must warn you, though, Jake. I'm not totally sure of how it all works; I'm still looking into it, but don't be surprised if this moment of actualization causes one of these two to show up in every reflection you see." She explained, motioning to the mirrors that only showed Jake to her.

Jake smiled, "I'm thinkin' this is all a fever dream, hermosa." He started before checking with his friends in the mirrors again and deciding to keep the next part of his sentence between him and Simone. "Espero que estés allí otra vez cuando me despierte."

Marc took a second to run the sentence through what Spanish he knew, which wasn't a lot, and concluded that he told her he wanted her there when he woke up or something along that line.

Steven didn't understand a word of it and was a bit grateful because of the way it sounded. Judging by Marc's expression, it wasn't meant for them to hear. Simone's reaction, though, appeared weakened by the quote. This brought concerns to him.

Thought perplexed for a moment, Simone knew she had to hop back into doctor mode and put their brain together again. After more commands and a countdown, followed by another snap, Marc and Steven were back in the forefront. She untied the wrists and ankles before returning to her chilled pink beverage.

"So, what was it that you couldn't agree on?" She asked, hoping she could extend some kind of bridge for them all to meet on.

"He wants to keep Khonshu around, and we couldn't get it through his head that it's a bad idea," Marc explained, ruffling through the brown sack and stealing a french fry. Simone sighed, knowing there was nothing she could offer to remedy that. She feared their involvement with the deity enough as it was.

"Marc, before you try and get out of it, we should tell her about the other thing Jake wanted," Steven called him out, knowing he would try and skate by without bringing it up. The switch back to Marc was seamless as he responded,

"Really?" He asked, sounding betrayed. This captured Simone's attention, and she leaned on the edge of her desk as Steven returned.

"You know, because we're trying this thing where we tell her if something concerns her." He pushed. Simone crossed her arms and waited for one of them to spit it out. The eyes changed back to Marc, having the responsibility on his shoulders.

"Jake, uh," He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Wants in on this arrangement we have," Marc explained. Hearing this maddened Simone, not because Jake wanted in, but because it couldn't be agreed upon after all they did to try and fix this.

"We don't have an arrangement, Marc." She replied with a hint of condescension in her voice.

We could have. She thought to herself. If only you put your pride aside and figured this out today.

Marc furrowed his brows, "Then what do you call the hookups?"

"Not an arrangement." She argued. Marc snorted in frustration,

"Damnit, Moni, you know what I mean. He wants to fuck you."

"Okay?" She condescended further. She felt herself being a bitch, and part of her wanted to stop, but the other part held onto the fact that he was being possessive and didn't have a reason to be.

"Okay?" He repeated what she said, trying to analyze the short answer and read into it. He couldn't come up with anything. "That's fine with you?"

It didn't matter to Simone that Jake wanted to sleep with her. They shared Marc's body, just as Steven did. It seemed bound to happen one way or another, and even then, it didn't change how she felt toward them.

"What does it matter to you?" Simone asked, feeling his need to shelter her radiate from his pours. "There's no arrangement right now, Marc."

Steven stayed back, unsure of what he could say to mend this situation. Marc felt insulted by her ability to accept that Jake, the dirtbag, wanted to intrude on their relationship. So much so he had to hold back his temper as it tried to flare. Then he remembered they didn't have a relationship. That alone stung like hell. He wanted to fix it and didn't know how. He pinched the bridge of his nose,

"I had good intentions in keeping those blackouts from you, Moni." He explained, hoping to whatever powers that be that she understood that. Simone did understand that, but it didn't make it right in her eyes. More than that, it was another example of Marc skipping around a simple apology.

"Well, the road to wherever is paved with good intentions." She replied softly with a frown, directing her gaze away from his. She wanted him to see that she wanted to fix this, but she couldn't bring herself to push if he didn't have respect enough for her to just tell her he was sorry. She didn't think she needed to spell that out for him.

Marc was tired of trying to get her to see things his way and did what he felt would be best at the moment.

"And he's gone," Steven said, realizing he was in control.

"Fuck, Spector, if you're gonna run off every time we talk about this, there sure as hell isn't an arrangement," Simone said, raising her voice slightly and grabbing her bag like she did earlier and her milkshake. She stopped for a second to see if maybe he would say something, anything. Even if he screamed at her, it would be fine.

Nothing.

"Alright, then. I'm going home." She said, remembering that she was talking to Steven and bringing her voice back down. "I gotta lock up."

#moon knight fanfic #moon knight fan fic #moon knight #marvel mcu #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #marvel #mcu fic #mcu fanfiction #mcu #fan fic #fan fiction #fanfic #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #angst #darkfic #minors dni

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hyuccubus · 1 year

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15 Tags 15 mutuals

Tagged again by @toribookworm22, which makes me very happy 😊

I don't have a lot of mutuals to tag, though 😶 I'm always looking to change that, I try to follow back, although I have been slacking in searching a little bit.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Funny story abut that, honestly. My father wanted to name me after himself. That would have made my name Teddy, which I would absolutely hate. My mother, whom he was divorcing at the time, hated it as well, and they argued back and forth until my uncle got a book of names from the hospital gift shop and they landed on my previous name, which I still don't have a problem with but is hardly what I'd consider feminine. The surname I use, Allen, is my middle name, which I did inherit from him. I might drop that, too, though, I've been processing a lot of feelings about my dad I couldn't fully come to terms with until he died about two years ago.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Hard? About a week or two ago. Earlier today I teared up during an emotional moment in a Ted Lasso episode. Great show, btw

3. Do you have kids?

Yes, I have one seven year old son. He's a wonderful little guy, and despite my trans-femme identity, I'm proud to be his father for now

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Speaking of having kids, I can say I use it far too much, because he's only just now getting when I'm being sarcastic.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Typically it's their hair or their fashion sense. I have trouble with eye contact, and I like finding something to compliment about someone that was a choice they made, like their nails or their shoes, that sort of thing.

6. What's your eye color?

Very, very blue

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I love scary stories and video games, but scary movies rev up my anxiety too much. I think it's the music, honestly, good sound design makes all the difference, and in video games I still feel in control.

8. Any special talents?

I am very, very, very good at Guitar Hero/Rock Band. 99% likely I am better than everyone else you know. Proof

9. Where were you born?

Louisville, Kentucky, where I've also lived in or near for all of my life.

10. What are your hobbies?

Apart from writing, I spend just about all of my time playing video games. I suppose a more specific thread of that is that I really enjoy emulating video games on their native hardware, which has nothing to do with being pretty poor and not being able to afford retro games that are becoming a speculative market, combined with anxieties about the limited lifespan of physical media. I get a lot of enjoyment out of tinkering with my PS3 or Wii U and making it do something the original creators never intended. The ingenuity of the gaming community never ceases to amaze me.

11. Have you any pets?

Yes, one cat named Piers.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I was pretty much forced in playing soccer for around 11 years or so. I really like tennis and I'd love to get into more extreme sports like BMX or skateboarding, although given that I'm going to be 30 this year, that'll need to be sooner rather than later 😆

13. How tall are you?

5' 7"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Drama, I'd say. I really like the stage, although I've never had the courage to join any kind of production once I left school. Could be fun if I had the opportunity!

15. Dream job?

Writing for video games, maybe for an indie studio. I don't have much faith in any of the big companies right now

I'll tag @daisywords, since my other new follower already got one from Tori 😋

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therealmerbirb · 3 months

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Break Time (Life Overhaul blog week 6 of 52)

First month down, it's coming up time for a bit of a break to detox and decompress. I'll explain that at the end of this post but for now it's prepping for the short list of updates on what's been going on.

New Things on the Horizon

A few new projects have begun development, including videos being prepared and possibly published in the coming weeks or months. I've been putting them off too long. I intended to record a video over the weekend, but those plans fell through sadly, so I've instead dedicated that time to preparing videos so they can hopefully finally be recorded at some point.

Physical Stuff

This is just a quick and simple list of snapshots from the past few weeks of training. Belly dancing is going fairly well, there have been some hiccups here and there that tend to throw me off, but 15-25 minutes a day for 5 days a week is going very well. The smooth movements like undulations, slides, and figure 8s are very quick for me to pick up, but shimmies are still a struggle (I can't move that fast without feeling like a dying lobster).

Breathhold Training is also go fairly well. Pacing myself with O2 and CO2 tables is doing wonders, and I'm already back up to roughly 4 minutes consistently. Hopefully I can increase that even higher by the end of this month too.

Workouts are where I've been struggling the most. I recently found an hourglass that's been helping me keep track of time between sets, but there's still something missing with the mindset. Hopefully this coming week of rest will help me with that.

Swordfighting is also something I've started training as of today...but I have nothing to report, since I broke the stick I was using for practice. Until I get a substitute I won't be able to practice again any time soon...

Commissions

I'm in the process of getting my bank account confirmed for PayPal, meaning I'll be able to open commissions indefinitely with that. Unfortunately, I don't have the login information needed, so I'll have to find that so I can finalize the process.

The Big Break

After a month of doing this, I'm taking my first break. I think I'm going to set aside the first week of every month as being just a break, but in this case it has to do with serious burnout and needing to have some serious changes and housekeeping (both figuratively and literally).

Until next Tuesday, when I come back for the next weekly blog, I'll be almost completely absent from the internet. The only thing I'll be doing is responding to close friends and other vital DMs and uploading nightly sketches, everything other than that will be offline. Except for YouTube videos I'm guessing, can't go without my 3 hour stream vods...in that time I plan to recuperate and fix up everything I can, including obviously a well-earned detox from everything.

So because of that, I'm signing off for a little while.

See ya!

#life overhaul blog #life improvement #new years resolution #hiatus

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trans-autistic-and-miserable · 4 months

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I've recently been thinking about that one time when I filled up half a page in my RE book explaining how marriage was bad because it was classist and I'd like to explain my reasoning behind this.

In my paragraph, I started off by mentioning how if you want a huge wedding celebration, as most people do, that will cost you A LOT of money. Even if you don't want a huge ceremony, you still have to pay, although no where near as much (according to Google it's £35 here in the UK). According to Google, the average UK meal costs £15-20. This means that by paying to get married you'd have to spend around the same amount you would on 2 meals. For a lot of people, meals have to be a lot smaller than they are for others such as myself, meaning that whilst I could quite easily afford to get married (without a ceremony), many other people would be choosing marriage over food. If they were to want a ceremony as well, that would cost A LOT more money and would not be affordable for a lot of people. Even as someone quite fortunate in terms of money and that stuff, choosing to get married with a huge wedding party thing would mean choosing not to get other expensive things for a while after. I'm not even going to bother talking about honeymoons.

Another thing I would like to add is that according to Google (yes it's my only source I can't be bothered to check the actual websites and I'm very sorry about that), abuse is more common in poorer countries. The reasoning behind this is not something I'm aware of however is something I will try to find out in future. My point with this however is that forced marriage also tends to be more common in less developed countries. This means that in these poorer areas, people are likely to be forced into marriage, and those marriages are more likely to be abusive than most others. This is not to say that they definitely will be or that other marriages are abusive this is just to show my point. As I'm sure you know, a divorce costs money. According to Google here in the UK it can cost over £500. A divorce also has to be a 2-way agreement between both married parties (I said this as opposed to husband and wife because not all marriages are a husband and wife). This means that in a lot of places people could be forced into arranged marriages that end up being abusive and will not be able to get a divorce. Even if they are able to however, they may not be able to afford one.

This shows that marriage costs more money that it's worth (in my opinion). For people who struggle with money, marriage could mean missing out on food for a day, maybe a week, maybe more. This shows that marriage is classist because marriage is meant to be the ultimate commitment to someone you lov, and love is meant to be freeing, because of the costs however, a lot of people don't have access to the freedoms marriage is intended to bring. It's like that horrible histories scene where they're talking about democracy, saying it's 'for everyone' and then they remove everyone who can't vote from the crowd and there's no one left. If something is meant to bring freedom, offering it only to those who can afford it is, as far as I am aware, classist.

So yeah I wrote a half a page about that once and it's honestly the most thought and effort I've put into an RE lesson ever.

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lionheartslowstart · 7 months

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Busy Bee

Feeling stagnant drives me crazy and stresses me out beyond belief. It makes my skin crawl. I hate feeling like I’m not accomplishing anything, like I’m not moving forward. Unfortunately, there tend to be pockets in my life when this exact thing happens. Whether it’s due to specific circumstances outside my control, or even just due to being disabled, there are periods of time where I’m just not able to accomplish anything. And it would appear I am currently sitting in one of those pockets.

Don’t get me wrong, in this case, it’s for wonderful, happy reasons. In a few weeks, my parents are taking me to Paris. I’ve never been and always wanted to go. Recently, my parents explained to me that it’s actually a graduation gift, which confused me because I graduated seven years ago…but this trip was eventually planned for May of 2020 (which obviously didn’t happen), only two years after I graduated, so I suppose it makes sense. I’m so excited to go. A week with my parents in one of the most beautiful cities in the world!

And then, as soon as we get back, “Thomas” and I are going to start the process for adopting kittens! We decided to get two because kittens tend to do better together, especially when they’re already bonded. Yes, we’re a little concerned about my allergies, especially with no balcony, but I’ve been doing really well with the shots (two years now), and we can always open all the windows if I need some fresh air. Plus, we plan on harness and backpack training the cats as soon as possible, so they won’t be indoors 24/7, AND we have a Roomba (her name is Millie) that we can run once a week to keep up with all the fur and dander. So we’re really really hoping my allergies don’t make pet ownership a struggle. (And even if it is, I’ll just have to tough it out for 15 years because there is no way we would just give the cats back! That would be cruel.)

Cats tend to have a difficult time adjusting to new spaces. So even though we’ll have bonded kittens who will have each other for comfort, I’m sure they’ll be scared and it will take them time to adjust. And not just to the space either. They’ll also need time to adjust to us as owners. Since Thomas is at work all week, that means I’ll have to be the one to stay home and look after them. It would be wrong to throw these kittens into a new territory and then leave them completely alone. So I intend on taking two to three weeks (the recommended time) to let them get to know me and help our little kitties build a schedule with food and play. I have accepted that those few weeks will be a full time commitment on my part. (And of course, Thomas will help out on the weekends when he’s home, though it unfortunately may mean the cats will take longer to feel safe with him.)

With the France trip coming up, and then the immediate commitment to homing new kittens, this is clearly not the time for me to be making big life movements. That mainly includes submitting auditions for film and television, as well as finding a part time job. I’ve been wanting to work part time for a while, even though it’s really scary and I’m afraid I won’t be able to maintain that kind of stamina long-term. But I have to try. I miss having a schedule, and historically, working a small job has increased my energy in other areas of my life. (This according to my therapist of eight years.)

Still, not having anything to do career-wise has me on shpilkes. So at the very least, I’m trying to keep myself busy and fill my time with activities that feed my soul in the meantime.

I have recently resumed my foreign language courses, which currently include Spanish, French, and Yiddish. Plus, thanks to my mother getting me into K-Dramas, I plan on adding Korean! (Though that probably won't happen until after I return from France, since obviously French is the current priority.) I've always loved learning languages, and they always seemed to come pretty easy to me, most likely due to strong pattern recognition thanks to autism. However, my understanding is that Korean has a completely different syntax from the other languages I've learned, so I'm excited to really challenge myself.

In addition to spoken languages, I’ll be starting ASL lessons soon, too! I'm SO excited. I've always wanted to learn ASL, and I'll be learning from a close friend of my mother's, who is just the kindest woman ever.

Furthermore, after three years of dealing with shame and fear, I've finally started taking motorcycle lessons again! I'm doing really, really well, if I do say so myself.

And of course, I’ve signed up for more classes at my pole studio now that I’ve moved back to the area. (Hallelujah.) Unfortunately, I did have to take a mini-hiatus from both pole and motorcycle lessons since during my last lesson I dumped the bike and it fell on my foot…and then I was sick…but I'm back, baby! I've already booked my next dance class, and I'll hopefully be booking my next motorcycle class soon too (my foot has not totally recovered and truthfully I probably should wait longer to go back to pole BUT I miss it way too much).

On top of all of that, I've resumed making spell jars, and have begun to expand into other practices as well.

All in all, it's been a busy few weeks!

I’m realizing I tend to get bogged down by what I’m NOT accomplishing, instead of what I AM accomplishing. Especially when what I’m NOT accomplishing has to do with career goals. I have an obsession with working, or perhaps more accurately, being able to work, as if that’s the most important thing in a person’s life. I know it’s not, that there are so many more important things, but there’s a lot pressure in our society to hold a job, as well as the pervasive idea that your ability to engage in labor is somehow tied to your worth. It’s an incredibly ableist (not to mention capitalist) ideal, and I’m working hard to unlearn it. Like I said, I’m doing my best to fill my time with the hobbies I enjoy, and what’s more, allow myself to enjoy them without feeling guilty. I have to keep reminding myself that just because I’m not working, doesn’t mean I’m not busy!

#personal #growth #disabled #disability #internalized ableism #ableism

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calyxaomphalos · 2 years

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The Ghosts of Windy Ridge

Turn #70, three components

location #16 - the mine! (4) neighbor #15 - Shawasha (4) spirit of the nearby forest item #14 - brings a smile to my face

This scene is incomplete. I haven't yet written anything about the item. It was another case where I had enough words for the day and writer's block on the rest of this scene, so I bailed out and moved on. Depending on how this has been going over so far, I may be finding the motivation to finish it for real!

18 April 2022, Monday Afternoon

Part of me wanted to go over to the Windy Ridge State Park as I'd planned for the day, but it was already afternoon now. I was also thinking about how last night when I got home, I'd re-packed the trunk of my car to include a battery powered camping 'lantern', so it was with little hesitation that I drove up to the mine.

The mine disaster was related to the formation of the QRS club, I'm sure of it. And knowing that boys will be boys, whatever had been done in the immediate aftermath of the disaster to close off the mine entrance, it likely wasn't enough to keep out any truly determined people. If Andy didn't actually do anything to re-secure the gate, perhaps I'll be able to get in and have a more detailed look around, maybe for some graffiti or other hidden clues.

The little parking lot for the mine and its picnic area was totally empty. It was that way when I've seen Andy here, though. I have no idea how he gets around, especially with things like cutting torches. He may have an ATV and know some back roads, is what I figure is the most likely. Either that or he's a druid and the torch was already up here.

I was gathering the torch and my water bottle out of the trunk when I heard a sound that I hadn't heard in over a week.

"Sssssssserren," the voice said.

"Shawasha? Spirit of the local aspen trees, yes? Hale and well met!" I said, with respect, remembering that the previous two times it seemed that Shawasha did not like me very much.

"You have been tenaciousssss," Shawasha said. "You have sssstayed."

"Yes, I'm still looking for answers, still hoping to talk to the spirit of my friend Maurice Forrester, who lived here in Windy Ridge some 15 years before he died here four years ago," I explained again. I am pretty sure I told Shawasha all of that the first time we met, but who knows what the mind or memory of a forest spirit thinks or remembers about mere human beings.

"Answerssssss, from Mauricssssssse."

"Yes, do you know him?"

The sound of wind whipping around me was a bizarre contrast to the nearly still air that I could feel. When Shawasha voiced the word, the sound of it set my teeth on edge. "Nooo, he dissssbelieves in ssssspiritsssss too much, to be near him hurtsssss," Shawasha said.

"He disbelieves, now? As a spirit himself?" I asked, hoping that I was understanding Shawasha's use of verb tenses correctly, and that they were using the words as intended.

"Yesssssss."

"Yeah, well, that'd be my Mo alright," I stated. There was much more about that topic which I thought I could probe with Shawasha, but I didn't want to push any boundaries at this point. I closed up my car and said, "I'm just going to go check out the mine. You're welcome to join me." I turned and slowly started down the loop trail to the mine entrance.

"A ssssssspacsssse not of leavesssss and air, no, I will not, Sssssserren," came the reply.

"Fair enough," I said as I picked up my pace a bit. "Many blessings upon you and your trees."

"Good luck to you in your ssssssearch," were the last words I heard as the voice faded into the distance and I approached the mine entrance.

The grating door in the steel barred wall covering the mine entrance was as I remembered it, with no chain holding it securely closed. The question was whether the latch was locked or somehow fixed in place, or if a latching mechanism even existed at all within the steel box on the right-hand side of the door.

I couldn't tell much just by looking at it, so I put my left hand above the box on the door and pulled. The door came open easily. More surprisingly, the hinges did not squeal. I guess the boys have been up here with a little WD-40 or something.

#the ghosts of windy ridge #writeblr #nanowrimo #over the mountain

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inglourious-imagines · 3 years

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Piece Of Cake (Fred Weasley)

Summary: Fred claims that asking a girl out to the Yulle ball is a piece of cake. Harry and Ron dare him to prove it.

Prompts: fluff list: 2 - "I don't care, just hold me." & angst list: "Try to see things in my point of view." & miscellaneous list: 4 - "My mum thinks I'm dating you." (changed a bit)

Warning: angst at the beginning, some swear words, fluff at the end

Author's Note: This is for @lunalovecroft 's 1K writing challenge! Probably it was meant to be the other way around, but that idea suddenly strucked me and I decided to give it a go. Happy reading ♡

HP Taglist: @alienoresimagines @95swifi

"You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have." - F.S. Fitzgerald

All the Yulle Ball decoration were making Y/N beyond sick, every ribbon reminding her that she still did not have a date to accompany her throughout the approaching evening. Molly Weasley was so kind to send her as a gift the most beautiful dress Y/N had ever seen in her life and now she was genuinely thinking about not going to the ball at all.

When she threw herself at the bench in the Great Hall right next to her best friend Hermione who was sitting way too far from Ron, Harry and the twins were seated. Y/N knew about the brightest witch's secret crush on the young Weasley that was slowly but surely growing into something more than just a simple crush. She'd even swear that Ron felt exactly the same about Hermione but she had to promise not to get involved or play a cupid.

"He didn't ask, did he." Y/N dared to speak up first, glancing from Hermione's sad expression on her face to absolutely oblivious Ronald just a few metres away from them who seemed to be stuffing as much food as possible into his mouth as fast as he could.

Y/N's eyes wandered from one Weasley to another, much taller one, who's smile was so contagious that she found herself grinning like an idiot for no particular reason.

"What do you think, Y/N." Hermione sighed bringing her back from her daydreaming, "guess he's not the only one who didn't ask, right?"

Y/N looked at her friend again, simply nodded as she wasn't able to react in any other way. As much as she tried not to, she felt a bit disappointed when the only person she wanted to go to the Yulle ball with, hasn't asked her.

"They've been bickering for the past 15 minutes whether asking a girl out is easy or not." Hermione stated, clearly upset with the whole situation.

"Are you serious, 'Mione? What are their points of view?"

"Well, Harry and Ron are obviously struggling to even compliment a girl in the right way but Fred reckons there's nothing easier."

The girls look at each other and burst out laughing in the next second. "Like he'd know how to ask." Y/N managed to get out of her through her laughter, "however, I must agree with Harry and Ron. They're the most oblivious idiots."

"Tell me about it." Hermione giggled but a trace of hurt flew over her face and Y/N suddenly felt really sorry for her dear friend.

"Hey Y/N!" Fred shouted out of the blue, his clear voice echoed through the Great Hall causing other students to perk up their heads in order to find out what possibly he has in mind now.

Y/N threw a look full of question marks to Hermione before turning her head to the tall red-head. "Yes?"

The moment his typical mischievous grin appeared on his face Y/N knew that something either funny and unpleasant to her or something embarrassing is about to happen.

"Will you..." Fred kept on talking as loudly as possible while wildly gesturing with his arms - apparently pretending to dance, "go to the ball..." now he was just pointing at her and him, "with me?"

Y/N's whole face turned brightly red, her nervous eyes wandering from student to student with such awaiting and amused expressions on their faces. Her heartbeat fastened in the matter of seconds that it seemed like it might jump out of her chest. Y/N looked at Hermione for help with such desperation hidden behind her gaze but her friend just simply shrugged, absolutely shocked with the sudden question, just like Y/N was.

A few seconds passed and Y/N was still sitting at her spot totally speechless. She imagined many times how Fred would ask her to the ball but never in a million years did she think it'd be like this - shouting at her in front of the whole Great Hall with absolutely no sign of sincerity or romance; to her it seemed like some sort of a bet to prove his point.

Their eyes for a moment and Y/N realized that Fred was convinced that she's going to accept his offer, confidence was basically radiating off of him. She knew he's not bragging, Fred was one of the kindest people she'd ever met but sometimes, sometimes he just wasn't able to estimate the situation.

Anger was slowly bottling up in her as she quickly stood up grabbing all her books. As much as it hurt her to say it, Y/N was still able to straighten up looking directly into his eyes. "Sorry, Weasley, not interested. But thanks for the offer, I feel flattered." The sarcasm in her voice was more than obvious.

Y/N winked at Hermione, rightly feeling satisfied with her as she heard a few laughs from many students when she walked out of the Great Hall leaving absolutely speechless and embarrassed Fred Weasley.

•••

Y/N rushed into her dormitory, not wanting to deal with anybody at the moment as the anger was slowly transforming into hurt. This wasn't what she imagined.

She threw herself at her bed; her books were casted off on the ground, papers flying all over the place.

"Y/N! Wait!" a muffled voice of the too familiar Weasley filled her ears and before she knew it, Fred was standing in the middle of her dormitory with flushed cheeks due to the long run, doors slammed shut behind him.

"Let me explain." he almost begged taking a few steps towards her. She quickly got on her feet as she shook with her head couple of times. "Please, no. I don't care if your intentions were the noblest, but it happened and that's it."

"If you could just let me talk."

But Y/N didn't see the regret in Fred's eyes, or how his hands trembled a little bit, she was way too furious to notice all these things.

"Try to see things from my point of view, Weasley! You basically shouted at me in front of the whole school if I want to go to the ball with you! I understand that you just wanted to prove something to Ron and Harry but this is not a game for me."

Every single word that left her mouth went straight to Fred's heart. He never in a million years intended to hurt Y/N, he'd rather suffer himself than have something happen to her. But he was scared, Fred felt truly terrified of asking her out and when the boys confronted him about it, he panicked. He didn't have an idea why he reacted that way. The pounding heart, sweaty palms, the hotness in his cheeks - all this was new to Fred Weasley and he wasn't sure what do to with his stormy emotions.

"I'm real sorry, Y/N. I didn't want to offend you but that doesn't mean I don't stand behind what I said earlier." he tried to ease the tense in the small room, his lips even formed into a cute little innocet smile.

"I don't know, Weasley. I simply think-"

"Let me make it up to you! The ball's tomorrow, just say yes."

Then they were there - Fred's puppy eyes that no matter how serious the problem was, Y/N wasn't able to bring herself to say no. She knew he's very well aware of that fact, he somehow managed to melt her heart.

"Fine. I'll go to the Yulle ball with you, Weasley. Don't make me regret it."

"I can certainly promise you that, Y/L/N."

•••

Y/N was nervously pacing in her new white dress that she got from Mrs. Weasley while Hermione was watching her with an amused expression.

"You know, this isn't funny." she frowned but a part of her was telling her how unreasonably ridiculous she is.

"Actually it is," her best friend couldn't held back the laughter, "you'll be fine. I bet he's even more nervous than you are."

"Hermione! His mum thinks I'm bloody dating him!"

"That's just so perfect. Maybe you will be after tonight."

Their eyes met for a moment and then, as if their minds were connected, the girls started giggling like some 13-year-olds. Y/N finally relaxed a bit, just like Hermione did, as they both promised themselves to look after each other during the evening.

"So what do you think?" Y/N winked at her friend, "shall we?"

"Absolutely."

•••

The duo walked together down the stairs leading to the dance hall, side by side, both of them smiling widely. Y/N found Fred's tall figure right away as he was nervously pacing back and forth mumbling something under his breath while George watched him amused. Just like Hermione watched her a couple minutes ago. God, how similar they could be.

"Well done, brother dear. Fucking well done." George whispered into his twin's ear tapping his shoulder. Fred's gaze immediately landed on approaching Y/N making him stop in his tracks. George just smirked and left with his own date to give them some privacy.

Fred was closely watching her every step, how elegantly she carried herself through the room, the beautiful white dress flew around her making her look like an angel descending from the sky.

"Blimey, I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful like you." Fred breathed out, his eyes roaming all over her body.

"You don't look too bad as well, Weasley." Y/N blushed at his compliment as she sent him one nervous smile. The truth was, he looked way more better than just 'not bad' and she had to remind herself not to stare at him too much. He pulled her into his side, his scent and warmth immediately embracing her, and she found herself falling for this dangerously good looking red-head.

"Everybody's turning their heads after you. I swear I even saw a smile on Snape's face." Fred pointed out, his voice filled with obvious jealousy as his grip on her waist tightened.

"I don't care, just hold me, Fred." Y/N gave him a reassuring smile taking his hand in his, "just hold me."

"I never wanted anything more."

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Deuce Spade facts and fun facts🥳🥳

This is a list of facts and fun facts about Deuce! This list is based on true facts only and any observations I've made, however observations can be subjective, so those will be labeled properly! Let's start off with some facts already in the wiki :)

First Yr, class 1-A, student no.24

Birthday: June 3

Age: at the beginning of the game, Deuce is 16, but currently, he is 17 [his profile in game has not been updated, but as time is proven to flow in game, it is unclear but can be interpreted that the characters do canonly age]

Gemini

173 cm / 5'8" ft

Homeland: Rose kingdom

Family: Mother, Grandmother, it is implied that his father is out of the picture as Deuce states that he is the only man in the family so his father has either left or is dead

Club: Track and Field [alongside Jack]

Best subject: PE

Dominant hand: Right

Fav food: Egg dishes / omurice

Least fav food: Bell peppers

Dislikes: Limited time sales

Hobby: Magical wheel (twst motorcycle I guess but it looks kinda funky)

Talents: Machinery Maintainance [good with fixing gadgets and etc]

Used to be a delinquent before he heard his mother crying on the phone to his grandmother about his behavior. Afterwards he decided to change

Owns a pink leopard printed suit

Cannot do middle school math, he will take a lot of time to solve simple Algebra problems

Gets nervous and stops functioning entirely when talking to women

Onto some fun facts outside of the wiki! These facts have been gathered from various sources (ppl who can read japanese, ppl who have told me abt info in the twst guidebook, twitter, and ofc the main translated story), but I cannot prove 100% authenticity of this, so take it with a gain of salt

Canonly a pretty boy. Deuce is described as the "cool pretty type" in the twst guidebook

Smells like flowers [applies to all students from Rose kingdom]

A romantic, he admired the king and queen of heart's relationship and trey teased him about it

Thought that baby chicks hatch from store bought eggs until the MC and Grim told him the truth

Can cook eggs (he likes them over easy)

Wanted to make a magical wheel club but was rejected so he joined track and field

Bought magical wheel magazines when he was younger and studied it

Wanted to ride his magical wheel in the heartslabyul maze (mentioned he forgets bad things when he rides it so like...it makes him feel better)

Hates limited times sales/shopping but is extremely good at it. He can remember the price of an item, when exactly it sells out, the percentage/probability of when it can sell out, discount prices and pretty much any math that has to do with it [he's extremely good at shopping because his mother brought him out a lot with her to limited time sales]

In addition to the point above, it is implied he can memorize and calculate that for pretty much every item he intends on buying (everything I listed above is in relation to the time he bought 20 limited time puddings which greatly impressed Sebek who wasn't able to grab even 1, but it was later revealed that he also bought 8 bag full of items requested by Trey for baking, as well as the others probably from heartslabyul) so basically Deuce big brain and very good memorization abilities

Hilariously in the instance above, Sebek, who is like...a real fae, has said that what Deuce did was not something a human can do

Flirted with a plant because vil was fucking around with him and told him to

Was ready to fist fight Riddle

Was about to go find Leona to beat him up but Vil was like do u have no fear and Deuce pretty much said that he can get thru to Leona with his muscles

Was about to fight Malleus (jesus christ) but ended up fixing his tamagotchi and came out completely loaded and rich (good for deuce, get that cha ching babey)

Won a Track and Field competition (noted to be rare for a first year)

He is literally a pretty boy, it's been pointed out that he looks good in the ceremonial clothes (but we already know that)

Admires Riddle and sees him as a role model, has called him boss (like...yakuza boss terminology) once

[Observation] Has a pretty good relationship with Jamil as he has asked Jamil to help him practice his Stargazer dance, and mentioned him once again when talking about how Jamil fixed his hat and said that he was a reliable upperclassman

Has said fuck and would not hesitate to say it again 🥺

Has been called honest and cute, was fawned over by kalim and trey. Kalim said Deuce was similar to his younger brothers

During his delinquent phase, he was blamed for many things he didn't do as well, Deuce said that he realized no one believed in him despite what he says, but because a policeman stood up for him, he wanted to become a cop when he grew up

Used intimidation tactics [the equivalent of "u wanna fucking go let's go I'll beat ur ass" to scare off ppl and silver was like hm I will have to try that sometime, to which deuce was pretty much like ahahah no dont

Deuce refers to Yuu as his "mabu", basically calling Yuu his best friend

He can change a lightbulb, and he talks abt hand washing materials and just domestic house stuff in general as if it's common knowledge. In other words it's implied Deuce is really good at housework due to doing a lot for his mother

When he was a kid, he used to cry because he thought there were monsters outside, but it was just hanging laundry

Is more scared of Riddle than ghosts

It's implied that one time (or several times...) he stayed after school with Crewel, and the poor guy had to attempt to explain the same concept over and over again to Deuce for hours until he understood

Ace always cheats in card games with Deuce, so Deuce claims that it's not very fun playing with him

Bad at astrology bc apparently all stars look the same to him

Likes cafe latte

Does tease ppl, he once messed with Yuu and in the process called Ace "Ace-kun" (Ace called him "Deuce-kun" as well). There has been an instance where he's teased Jack about his Niceness TM

Used to have over 30 gang members following him at age 14-15. (You'd think that him being so young would make him like a lackey but no he was the boss)

Has a thing for summoning cauldrons since he was young, but apparently you need to have a large amount of magic capabilities to summon objects, so [observation] deuce may actually be extremely powerful bc he was able to summon things at a young age, but he hasn't refined his powers yet so he still seems weak compared to a lot of the cast

During his delinquent phase, apparently he had a really wild hairstyle and he used his magic on people weaker than him

[Observation] Deuce is actually pretty good at lying. In his Halloween card he was able to put up a good act and deceive some of his ex gang members into following him into the forest before mildly roughing them up (keep in mind that he has not had contact with these ppl for at least a year, yet somehow he was able to assert enough authority to tell them to follow him. Also, he thought of this plan on the spot, and acted malicious enough so that the gang members would believe in him—which proves that he's not only quick witted but a convincing actor, as Jamil actually believed his act for a while)

It's implied that he and Ace are often in leadership positions, as they helped to lead heartslabyul in designing their Halloween booth, but they also mentioned that it was much easier compared to organizing unbirthday parties

[Observation] despite wanting to be an honor student, Deuce is still able to take unjustly means to achieve his goals (EX. Making a deal with Azul to pass his test), in general, deuce doesn't care too much about the method, be it through cheating or violence to get to his goal, but he does value a fair battle

[Observation] a lot of Deuce's strengths are subtle as we are frequently told abt how much of a bad student he is, but if u rly think abt it, deuce is put in leadership positions a lot, he's good a memorization and small technical details, he can be at times quick witted and deceiving, and he has the potential to be extremely powerful in magic. In conclusion Deuce is a menace and once we find out what his unique magic is I'm 100.01% sure he will become a greater menace and I think he should fight a lot of people and win

That will be all for this post! There may be more fun facts/observations that I may have missed, but feel free to add on to this! Anyways thank u for reading and please stan Deuce Spade♠️💙

#please read this i spent hours on it <3 #i am sorry for being a walking deuce encyclopedia #twisted wonderland #deuce spade #twisted wonderland deuce #twst deuce

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Okay I've got one: Prompt 15 with Reds. 🤣🤣🤣

15. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying, I just keep thinking about how good that mouth feels.”

Somehow they can make even breathing a competition.

Send me a prompt and some characters! Reminder that the challenge is to make everything SFW, so we're getting creative here.

List of prompts

xxx

“So, we’ve called the paramedics and they’re on their way, but until they arrive it’s up to us. Remember the acronym, kids: C-A-B. What’s the first thing you do?”

Aiyeesha Simpson, a gunner in the making destined for academic greatness and social ruin, raised her eager hand. “Find a flat surface to lay him down!”

“Correct.” Blossom took Brick by the shoulders and shoved him down to the floor. A gaggle of Girl Scouts gathered around him as he wheezed for air.

“Ow,” he said.

Blossom patted his chest. “Please choke more quietly.”

I will end you, he thought so loudly he hoped she could hear him through the murder in his eyes. There was community service, and then there was cruel and unusual punishment. When his required hours were up and his record expunged, he was going to write a very negative Yelp review of the local Townsville Girls Scouts of America chapter and tank this year’s cookie sales. Supremely annoying, outrageously petty, and totally legal. That would teach Blossom for sure.

“Place your hands here between the nipples.”

Some of the Cadette Girl Scouts giggled. To be fair, Blossom of all people saying the word nipples in reference to her former mortal enemy as she trained a room full of twelve-year-old girls in CPR using him as the dummy was a perfect storm of absurd and kinky that he did not see coming. And now he was giggling himself, because he was a teenaged boy who thought the word nipples was funny regardless of the very clear contextual cues, and that pubescent shame was on him, one hundred percent.

Blossom, an ancient and inconveniently attractive evil resurrected in a lab for the sole purpose of making his life miserable, did not appreciate his amusement. “Push hard at a rate of 100 to 120 compressions per minute. Remember to put your bodyweight behind it, like this.”

Brick flexed, and Blossom pushed against his heart like she was trying to crush it in her hands. Once, twice, three times she administered compressions, and Brick’s eyes glowed red with impotent rage.

“Assist Blossom with her CPR lessons to her satisfaction, and we can forget this ever happened,” Mayor Bellum had promised Brick when he lost his temper and blew up an (empty) ambulance. Butch didn’t need his Super stomach pumped no matter how much he drank, so the ambulance and the four-figure bill that came with it were completely unnecessary. This defense did not convince the mayor, however.

The promise of the bill forgiven and his record cleared—and the deterrence of Aiyeesha Simpson filming the whole thing to upload to YouTube later—gave Brick the strength not to eye beam Blossom in front of the children.

“Okay, who wants to try chest compressions on the dummy?” Blossom offered to the girls.

You evil bitch, thought the aforementioned dummy.

After the third little girl properly placed her sticky, little girl hands between his nipples, Brick had had enough. “Hey, I’m still dying over here. Can we move on already? Jesus Christ.”

“Of course.” Blossom smiled, and she had never looked more terrifying.

Brick hoped Butch was suffering. He hoped he was hung over so bad he couldn’t piss standing up. He hoped Butch tried going online only to find that Brick had disconnected the Internet and cut him off from all his online games and porn because fuck Butch and his weak-ass stomach.

“Who knows what the next step is? Maybe someone other than Aiyeesha this time?”

None of the other girls seemed willing to stick their hands up. The carpet under Brick had scorched where his power leaked out in his building resentment for this entire situation. The smell of burned polyester just made him feel even more powerless to stop this.

“No? Okay, well, remember the acronym. A is for airway. You want to be careful about a possible neck injury, so gently lift the chin…”

Blossom’s hands were not sticky like the Girl Scouts’ hands, but they were cold where they touched his skin and forced his head back.

“Are the paramedics here yet?”

Brick got a tight fist in his short hair for that one, and he considered it a small victory. “No. Something about a shortage of ambulances, apparently.”

Biiiiiiiitch.

God, he was going to destroy her so bad.

“Once you’ve cleared the airway and confirmed there are no obstructions—”

“Then you kiss!”

Some girls picked up the giggling again. Blossom, ever the professional, cleared her throat. “Mouth to mouth is a life-saving procedure and not something I’d recommend doing to someone you plan to kiss.”

Wow, great advice.

Some girls still giggled and whispered to each other. Brick had a sinking feeling that this was only going to end with his embarrassment: everyone knew that the cold judgment of pre-pubescent girls was the absolute worst type of judgment a person could suffer.

“Are you gonna show us?”

“Well, I don’t think I need to show you all how to breathe—”

“It’s in the manual! You have to demonstrate every step.” Aiyeesha waved the CPR manual, and Brick realized his misjudgment. She was no vapid goody two-shoes in the making, but a future Honors Student with a secret, a Work Hard Party Harder, an Ivy League Early Decision candidate with all of senior spring semester to slack off because no one was ever going to touch her 4.3 GPA.

Aiyeesha beamed a winning smile at Brick, and it was as chilling as Blossom’s.

Jesus Christ, there are two of them.

True to form, Blossom had never been able to defy a good instructions manual. “I suppose if it says so in the manual…”

Locking lips with Blossom was not a big deal. He’d done it before when they were kids, and he could appreciate the irony of a gesture meant to save his life this time rather than end it. She didn’t even try to mess with him by using her ice breath, just went through the motions as described in the instructions. The girls were disappointed with the lack of hormonal fanfare of it all, which was probably for the best. Leave it to Blossom to make mouth to mouth the sexless, medical act it was literally intended to be. He was almost upset, because it felt like she’d won something here, which could only mean he’d lost.

Disappointed but more educated than they’d been when they’d arrived two hours ago, the Girl Scouts dispersed after the lesson, leaving Blossom and Brick to put away the equipment they’d used.

She held a dummy torso, and she was looking at him with that pinched, constipated look she got when she was about to say something especially snobby. Instead, she surprised him. “Brick, thanks for being mature about it. I can honestly say you surprised me.”

He stared at her.

“I’ll talk to Mayor Bellum. I’m sure you’ve done enough to meet your hours quota.”

He had not fulfilled even half of his required community service hours and they both knew it.

“So yeah, thanks. I can finish up here if you want to leave.”

Was she trying to get rid of him? Why?

“Brick? Why are you looking at me like that?”

When Blossom was winning, he was losing. That was simply the way of the world. So, if she was losing, it could only mean he was winning.

“Are you listening to me?”

Brick smiled in what he hoped was a cool, sexy way if he imagined looking at anyone but Blossom. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying. I just keep thinking about how good that mouth feels.”

Blossom stared. “I’m sorry?”

He would make her sorry.

“Yeah, you’re a great teacher. I could really feel your passion for demonstrating the lesson correctly. With your mouth.”

Her staring intensified. “Did you.”

“Oh, yeah.” He leaned his hip against the table like he’d seen in the movies. It worked for Daniel Craig in Casino Royale, and that guy had convinced Eva Green. Iconic. “I could really feel you trying to save me.”

Where was Aiyeesha with her phone to film this? There was so little he could do to rattle Blossom as they got older, and while the challenge delighted him, it was also exhausting being constantly a step behind her. Was this truly her demise? Had he won the Teenage Experience? Was this poetic justice for how she’d once killed him with a mere kiss, only to suffer the same fate in turn? He could have cackled. This was better than trolling the Girl Scouts of America reviews, although he might still do that because it was a genius idea and he had always indulged his own genius ideas when they came to him.

So infatuated was he with his own self-fellating digression that he was slow to react to Blossom sidling up to him. Her hand was still cold on his chin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. “Shall I save you again?”

Brick’s dignity drained with his blood, which was an unfortunate side-effect of being a teenaged boy that he would just have to suffer. But winning was about recognizing one’s weaknesses and working around them. He leaned into her personal space. “Please.”

He wasn’t sure who kissed who first, but it was happening and all he could think was I am better at this than you and I hate you and also Do that again. He tried holding her waist, and she fought back with her fingers in his hair. Not one to be deterred, Brick tried some tongue but pulled back when he tasted thirty degrees below zero. He immediately went back in because he could feel her superiority, her Got you, you horny idiot, but the joke was on her because he liked her cold, always had when it was hot as balls out and he’d make up any excuse to pick a fight with her just for the chance to cool off.

The Girl Scout troop leader walked in on them competitively making out in the classroom like it was an Olympic sport and put an end to things, leaving them at a frustrating draw for now. They said barely a word to each other when Brick glared at the troop leader so bad she flustered and didn’t even question them before running out of there with some excuse about getting the wrong room.

Later that evening, Brick caved and changed the Internet password back just so Butch would quit whining at him. He Googled kissing techniques and spent the next hour and a half watching YouTube videos and reading GQ articles about How to Please Her Like a Champion, because he was a champion and a winner and he was not going to lose to Blossom in this. Not a chance.

This had to be what they meant when they said kill with kindness.

“I’m going to end you,” he muttered to himself as he read about the top ten highest voted movie kissing scenes, which he would then stream and commit to memory in order to be fully armed and armored for the next time he encountered Blossom alone in a classroom. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe during their shared free period.

Truly, he had the most genius ideas.

xxx

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