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In case anybody was curious about the "Chinese fic writers rivals-to-lovers(?)" story: https://twitter.com/silencedhawks/status/1615417962693033990?s=20

This is Author 1 (blunt)

This is Author 2 (wordy)

It's cheesy to say but I wrote something from the heart. I want to say it was cathartic to get some of the things I've been thinking out of my head, but it honestly made me feel worse. Oh well. At least characters in fiction can get the catharsis and support they need.

I messaged my wonderful and very cool beta reader about it and I feel kinda bad because like, I know this is heavier shit than I've been writing. Honestly complete tonal whiplash. I basically prefaced it by saying like "this shit is heavy and a complete bummer to read so no hard feelings if you don't wanna subject yourself to that" but still...

It's like being a taste tester for someone and all they've been sending you is cakes and then, completely out of left field, they send you like, haggis or something. Awful analogy but I sleepy.

Anyway. I'll give it a little bit and then post it. I want to make sure I'm representing the subject matter properly and getting all my thoughts out, but also I want to make something that I feel is real and true to my experiences. Ya know? Not as a self insert or a character shoehorned as a proxy for myself, but like...I dunno. I'm rambling. Bah.

BRB letting the intrusive thoughts win (also happy birthday to me i guess????)

Fear not, I'll properly tag anything that could be too extreme. Don't worry.

It's uh, all a bit extreme. Sorry! I'll try not to make this a habit...

Beneath Their Masks is continuing on schedule (somewhat), but don't be surprised if I do some other stuff in the meantime. Just haven't been in a really fluff-y mood this week. Sorry.

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 5 is Up!

Chapter 5! I really like this one and the one that follows this. There are going to be a couple chapters that take place around the same time and/or are continuations of each other. This one was definitely difficult to write without making characters seem OOC. Also, holy shit, I learned more about dresses and dress terms writing this than I have in my entire life. It was definitely...interesting. Well, I hope it's good! (I say, being the person that wrote it...)

Ann made her way to the coffee table, picking up the remote to turn up the TV. As the smooth jazz tune grew louder, Ann heard the bedroom door open out of her sight.

“Hey Makoto, didn’t you see this artist live at that jazz clu-” Ann started, turning towards the bedroom door.

Ann dropped the remote. It clattered to the floor, bouncing under the sofa.

Makoto was standing in the doorway. She wore a dress that held an undeniable aura of authority and sophistication, but with a sharp edge of sensuality. Black like a moonless night, the dress clung to Makoto’s body like a shadow, both complementing and accentuating her statuesque figure.

The bodice was covered in intricate embroidery that formed delicate feathery shapes. The neckline plunged deeply, further sharpening the dress’s sensual nature. The long sleeves cascaded down her arms like inky waterfalls, loose near the wrist, but tight enough near her upper arms to print Makoto’s toned muscle.

As Makoto stepped further into the living room, the hem of the dress trailed behind her. The gold hem stitches caught the low and warm lighting that engulfed the entire room. Ann could distinctly hear the clack of heels with each step.

Makoto’s aura was different. Ann couldn’t place her finger on what exactly was different, but she seemed like a completely new person. She wasn’t just Makoto Niijima, high school student, and younger sister to Sae Niijima, esteemed public prosecutor. She was Makoto Niijima, Ann’s girlfriend. No, Ann’s Queen.

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 3 Is Up!

Chapter 3 is up! Thanks to everyone that's left comments so far! Those really make my day! :)

“Bye, Ann, I’ll see you when you get back.” Makoto said, as she heard the telltale click of the front door. “Alright. Time to get some work done.”

Makoto reached under her pillow for the stack of student council budget sheets she had stashed. They were gone.

“Wha-?” Makoto exclaimed, voice hoarse. “I could have sworn I put them here…”

Makoto leaned forward to check under her pillow more thoroughly and all that she sees is a small post-it note with a smiley face and a heart.

“Busted!” Ann says, coming back into Makoto’s room.

Hello yes I'm going to make a controversial statement and I do not fear any backlash.

Why the fuck are clothes so expensive?

I wanna buy a cool shirt but that shit is like 20 bucks? the cooler ones are even more?

Damn i should just make my own at this point sheesh.

Time to actually learn how to do that bleach shirt thing cuz damn clothes be 'spensive

thank you for coming to my ted talk i am very tired

BRB letting the intrusive thoughts win (also happy birthday to me i guess????)

Fear not, I'll properly tag anything that could be too extreme. Don't worry.

It's uh, all a bit extreme. Sorry! I'll try not to make this a habit...

Beneath Their Masks is continuing on schedule (somewhat), but don't be surprised if I do some other stuff in the meantime. Just haven't been in a really fluff-y mood this week. Sorry.