March 2023 (03/2023) // XX

Hi, it’s new post time. I haven’t checked here in a hot minute. Yet again. *insert pensive emoji here* 😔 (yes.)

Well, it’s March now. March 2023. 03/2023. *thinks too much about the number 3 for a minute* 

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Anyway. I still haven’t fixed the commenting malfunction thing that happened to me again. I don’t know why after every few months, Blogger won’t let me comment while signed in to the Google account I have for this whole blogging thing on my blog. It’s very annoying. I don’t like it. I have to fix some settings or whatever. Yet again. *sigh* 

I also keep forgetting to make posts with Picrews I did with my characters. It’s been several months at this point. I just keep forgetting. Head empty if you will. Godddd I suck at remembering to do this blogging thing. Like, I put so much effort into putting ads on here and for what? For me to not even post? Bloody hell. 

:/ :/ :/ ……………

Now since it’s been haunting me since I made that skit in the last post, take this trash. Pretend it’s possible for my characters to reflect on what they said then. I have no idea when or in what dimension it takes place in. Is it happening a day, a week, or a month after the skit? No idea. 

Again, my head is empty and I’m dumb as crap. Oh wait, that’s just my digestive issues saying hello post-midnight edition. brb ✌️ 

… *a few minutes later* ok, let’s go. skit time! 😏

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[Time: Between midnight and 3 am. Location: Jack’s apartment. Warning: Contains profanity and suggestive sexual content.]

Jack: Why did you have to word it like that? 

Fierdan: Like what? 

Jack: Quoting from the last skit, “I have no drive.” Sounds suspicious. 

Fierdan: Suspicious, huh? Lmao. 

Jack: *arches eyebrow* Did you say say “el em ay oh” (lmao)?

Fierdan: *stares back at Jack* Yes. So what? 

Jack: *face has been blushing more and more ever since whatever this is started* N-Nothing. It’s nothing. I just don’t want them to get the wrong idea. 

Fierdan: Wrong idea? Who? I’d kill them!

Jack: *sighs, stops blushing* I thought we went through this. Threatening to kill people, even if they inconvenience us, isn’t a good thing to do. And don’t you have trauma about killing anyway? 

Fierdan: Right. Yeah, okay. *stares at the wall behind Jack for a minute or two* You said “psych-manipulation as powers” and I think that’s funny. Psych-manipulation? Psychological manipulation? Of course it’s psychological. 

Jack: I was talking about how me and [Redacted 1 and 2] have psychic powers compared to most of you guys with your physical Elemental Power. Come on, pyrokinesis is more different than the abilities of my powers. Like, yours and Dylan’s powers are more similar than how either of yours is to mine. 

Fierdan: Fire and water. Hmm, I guess you have a point. “Psych-manipulation” still sounds funny though. Want to know why? *grins, reaches out and pokes Jack’s nose piercing with the tip of his fingernail* 

Jack: *responds by wrapping his arms around Fierdan’s neck and shoulders, bringing him closer to him on the couch they’re sitting on* Sure. Why? 

Fierdan: Because we’re both manipulative. We manipulated people countless times. *breaks out of the hug, moves an inch away from Jack* We’re not good people. We’ve both done shady shit. 

Jack: Sometimes lying is necessary for safety and survival. Besides, the times when I was doing manipulative behavior the most was far before we met. My teenage years.. oh boy, I was like a different person. 

Fierdan: Haha, I was actually a different person as a teen compared to who I am now. I mean, Duke is a significant part of my personality now, but still, two different people. Well, sort of. 

Jack: You know, it is pretty weird how I met you at two different times. Once as Duke, once as Fierdan back then… Well, and then as the Fierdan you are now. So.. hmm.. three times then?

Fierdan: *shrugs* I guess. I don’t really care about that much. What were we talking about again? *smirks* Oh yeah, about how you were a manipulative little fucker. 

Jack: Well, yeah, I was, but— 

Fierdan: I’m kidding; don’t take it harshly. *reaches out and pats Jack’s head, ruffling his hair* I’m the last person who can judge you based on your past. No matter what you did. *lowers arm, stares at his hand* By the way, are you gonna ever reveal to the skit readers what exactly you did? 

Jack: *does the same thing (reaching out, messing up Fierdan’s hair with his hand, lowers hand a few seconds later)* I’m not sure if I’m ready to. Shan has a general idea of what happened, but I don’t feel like sharing in a space where others can read it yet. 

Fierdan: That’s fair. 

Jack: To put it vaguely, I manipulated some people to get me what I want when I was basically living on my own on the streets in [name of city]. Being homeless is rough, then add the layers of being queer and neurodivergent, and.. yeah, shit gets rough. I know I still have privileges though like being white and a man. But still, there were people out there who wanted to assault me and people like me. With my powers, of course I was going to take advantage of making sure I was safe and that every time would be consensual. With mine because I ain’t getting.. you know.. when I can mess with people’s perceptions. Didn’t make what I got into healthy and safe completely because that’s far from the truth. Fuck, I forgot what I was gonna say next.

Fierdan: It’s okay. *grabs one of Jack’s hand, intertwines their fingers, and squeezes in comfort* I love you even if you’re problematic. 

Jack: *laughs* Problematic? Shut up. You’re one to talk, problematic king. 

Fierdan: I know. I’m reclaiming “problematic” it’s mine. 

Jack: Reclaiming it. *rolls eyes* Okay. 

Fierdan: Ahh no, don’t hate me! 

Jack: Of course I don’t hate you, dummy. It’s just the way you talk about certain things—

Fierdan: I love you. Uh.. uh.. *avoids eye contact* Your eyes are so pretty. 

Jack: My eyes? What? *raises Fierdan’s head by prodding a finger under his chin* No, your eyes are gorgeous. Blue eyes are overrated, and I don’t care if you have a thing for blue eyes. I love my problematic babe, my Danny boy. *gives Fierdan a quick kiss* 

Fierdan: *blushes* Oh yeah. We have to remind them that we’re partners. Of course we do. *kisses Jack back, then gets up and starts taking his shirt and pants off* 

Jack: Dude—

Fierdan: What? Just insert a pun about how I’m hot and fire. Both are true. *makes tiny orange flames start appearing down his back, chest, arms, and legs* Look Jack, I’m fire man. 

Jack: *smiles* You sure are. And it doesn’t hurt? 

Fierdan: *shakes head* If it’s my own fire, then no. Very warm, yeah, but it won’t burn my own skin. *stretches arms* Oh man, I missed this. I bet the readers forgot I could do this. Heck, maybe Shan too. *takes a deep breath in and out, and then arms-length wings shoot and unfurl out from his shoulder blades* 

Jack: Damn, that’s hot. Literally. I’m sweating. 

Fierdan: I forgot why I have this as a fire ability, but it’s cool as fuck to pretend to be part-phoenix or fire fairy sometimes. Wings of fire is some hot shit. I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable with doing the other colors of fire in my inventory, but classic orange/yellow/golden flames still look pretty cool. Black fire wings… *shudders* 

Jack: *nods* Yeah, mhmm, I’m paying attention to everything you’re saying. Of course I am. 

Fierdan: *wings casually flapping in time with the whir of the fan in the corner of the room* Whatever you say. 

Jack: I’m gonna turn the fan on high. *gets up and starts walking towards it* 

Fierdan: What? No, my plans! *tiny flames over his body grow slightly bigger* 

Jack: *stands in front of the fan, turns around to look at Fierdan* What are your plans? To make it so hot in here that I take my clothes off? 

Fierdan: Come on, you know you want to. Just wearing boxers is better than wearing all that. Let’s just hang out in our underwear. 

Jack: Uh, what—

Fierdan: What the hell am I even saying? *shakes head*

Jack: I have no idea, dude. That was weird. 

Fierdan: Haha, shut up. Please. You’re ruining the vibe. 

Jack: No, you shut up. *laughs then sighs* But for real though. These sweatpants are so uncomfortable. *pauses* Screw it. *takes off shirt, slips out of pants* 

Fierdan: *bites lip* That’s what I’m talking about. Hell yeah. 

Jack: Happy now? 

Fierdan: Yeah, of course I am. *stares at the fan behind Jack* Hey, turn it on high. It’s only gonna get hotter from here. *smirks* 

Jack: *turns the fan to its highest setting* But the start of this skit? What would they think? 

Fierdan: *walks towards Jack, his wings flapping wildly behind him* I don’t give a fuck. Let them think we’re “suspicious” or “inappropriate”— they don’t matter. 

Jack: If you say so. Can I even touch you when you’re covered in flames? 

Fierdan: Try it. 

Jack: I don’t want to get burned. 

Fierdan: You do know I’ve made myself get covered in flames even without being fully conscious of doing so a number of times when we slept together. And I know you know what I mean. 

Jack: *face getting red* Of course I know! Of course you did. Fire… *slowly reaches his hand out to touch Fierdan* 

Fierdan: We’ve done this a dozen times. There’s no difference when we’re standing. I promise I won’t hurt you. 

Jack: I don’t know. It just feels different. *his fingertips gently make contact with a part of Fierdan’s chest with a ring of tiny flames just outside where his fingers touch his skin* It’s warm but comforting. It feels nice. 

Fierdan: Mhmm. *grabs Jack’s wrist, pulling him closer so his fingers press into Fierdan’s chest, then he presses their bodies close together so one wing looks like it’s almost wrapped around one of Jack’s shoulders* 

Jack: Oh, oh okay. I like this. *moves the fingers on Fierdan’s chest up and uses them to trace part of Fierdan’s jawline, then kisses him there* 

Fierdan: *starts tracing over some of Jack’s tattoos with the tips of his fingers, slowly and deliberately moving them lower and lower* 

Jack: *does the same thing but substitute tracing tattoos with just barely avoiding tiny flames covering his partner’s body* So Fierdan, do you have a “drive” tonight? 

Fierdan: Bringing it back to what I said back then, I see. *sighs* Right now? Are you serious? 

Jack: *tries but struggles to not laugh* Completely serious. 

Fierdan: Move your fingers a few more inches down, and that should confirm it. 

Jack: *doesn’t do that* So what is it? Yes or no? 

Fierdan: *says under his breath* Lower your hand, damn it. *says louder* Yes! Obviously! You have more experience with this kind of stuff than me, yet you’re somehow dense as a brick or some shit. 

Jack: I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I know you’re turned on as much as I know that I am. 

Fierdan: I don’t know about you but you do a great job of affirming that I sure am allosexual and horny as fuck. For you. Fuck.

Jack: Obviously, I have a ton of sexual attraction to you. *stares into the flames that make up Fierdan’s wings* So hot.. you’re so hot. Damn. *pauses for several seconds* So, “drive” huh? 

Fierdan: Are you hyperfixated on that word or something? 

Jack: Yes… No. No, I’m not. 

Fierdan: Yeah sure, Jay-boy. 

Jack: *smirks* Want to mess with them? The rest of them? 

Fierdan: I just want to get to.. well, you know my dirty thoughts. *pauses for a few seconds* Sure, let’s mess with them. 

Jack: Alright. *turns to face the direction of a camera or TV screen (if there was one, there’s not), then uses his hand not touching Fierdan and forming it into a gun sign, pulls the trigger* 3, 2, 1.

[Static fills the screen (the skit readers’ screens) and eventually turns into a black and white chessboard. Then the screen clears to reveal Jack and Fierdan sitting back on the couch, fully-clothed and no fire.]

Jack: I don’t know what they were all thinking. Everyone’s so silly, huh? 

Fierdan: Definitely. The “drive” is about playing video games. Obviously. 

Jack: Yes, of course. Now, which type of vehicle thing and wheels should I make my character ride in? 

Fierdan: Just choose whatever. I don’t care. I’m gonna beat your ass. *taps his fingers over the game controller in his lap*

Jack: Keep dreaming, Danny boy. *finally makes a decision on a “vehicle thing and wheels”* 

Fierdan: Finally, let’s go. 

Jack: Okay but first don’t you find it funny that I messed up everyone’s perceptions of us? Like, we’re playing Mario Kart now. Totally didn’t make them perceive us at another time. Anyway, I’m gonna drive around the track a third time while you’re just starting your second. 

Fierdan: Shut up, damn. I know the controls now. 

Jack: *laughs* Yeah sure, buddy. 

Fierdan: I’m gonna beat you. Make sure we’re doing Rainbow Road. 

Jack: Because it’s the gay course? 

Fierdan: Because of all the rainbows and shit? Of course! Who do you think me and Baby Luigi are? 

Jack: *starts crying from laughing so much* Baby Luigi. God. I can’t. You chose Baby Luigi. 

Fierdan: Are you mocking me? You chose that skeleton creature. He’s not better than my favorite green man in baby form. 

Jack: You.. You mean Dry Bones.

Fierdan: I don’t care what his name is. You usually choose Yoshi, so choosing him instead is a huge disappointment. 

Jack: You’re killing me. Okay, ready to start? 

Fierdan: Yes, let’s go! 

[And so it begins. The characters start racing on the rainbow track. A few minutes later.]

Fierdan: Come on! Go faster! 

Jack: Oh no. *Dry Bones rides over a banana peel* 

Fierdan: Haha, I’m beating you now! Hahaha! 

Jack: Ugh, come on. Yes, go! 

Fierdan: *a shell hits Baby Luigi’s* Ahh fuck! Who did that? Was it you? 

Jack: What, me? No, no, no. I bet it was Bowser Jr. Look! 

Fierdan: *Bowser Jr. creeps up next to Baby Luigi* Oh, hell no! This fucker is going down! 

Jack: *laughs as Dry Bones suddenly sneaks past Baby Luigi* 

Fierdan: You’re evil. Doing that is evil, Jay-boy.

Jack: Sucks to suck. Be a crybaby like your Baby Luigi. 

Fierdan: My baby doesn’t cry! *screams at the TV screen* 

Jack: I loved how I introduced you to video games. Mario Kart is such a classic. 

Fierdan: Haha! Yes! Go, baby, go! *meets up with Dry Bones, uses a Golden Mushroom* Fuck yeah! Baby Luigi can drive better and faster than you! 

Jack: See, this is the “drive” we meant! Obviously! 

Fierdan: I have no idea why you keep saying that. It’s getting old. I’m gonna beat your ass in this race. 

[A few minutes later.]

Jack: Fine, I let you win. I’d beat you in the next one. 

Fierdan: Ahahaha! Baby Luigi and I are superior! *throws down game controller and pumps fist into the air* 

Jack: Okay, okay. I admit I haven’t had this much fun playing this in a while. *places the game controllers on the coffee table in front of them* Now I wonder… 

Fierdan: Wonder what? 

Jack: Who would win? You, me, or Dylan. 

Fierdan: Dylan? What about him? 

Jack: We used to hang out a lot more often before you came around. We spent days and nights together playing video games. He was so competitive. It was hard for me to beat him. Not just in this game but every one basically. 

Fierdan: Damn, I didn’t view him as that kind of guy. 

Jack: You barely know him. If you two ever stop bickering over who knows what, you would get to know how he’s a chill dude. 

Fierdan: You call him competitive; you call him chill. Make up your mind! 

Jack: You’re one to talk, Fierdan. You and your.. *gestures vaguely* everything you have going on. 

Fierdan: Ugh, okay. I get it. You two were friends. 

Jack: *nods, leans back on the couch* He got me into so many games. Playing with him is fun. We should all play some time. Probably at an earlier hour like before midnight, but I’m fine with any time really. 

Fierdan: Okay, that does sound fun. 

Jack: Mhmm… 

Fierdan: *stares at the ceiling* Friends, huh? 

Jack: *also starts staring at the ceiling* Yes, friends. I don’t care how unbelievable it is. Sure, the two of us are different types of queer and neurodivergent, but it also makes us relate to each other. 

Fierdan: Hmm yeah, I guess that makes sense. 

Jack: Yeah… 

[Meanwhile in Dylan’s room. Separate apartment. He’s in his bedroom, in his bed.]

Dylan: *rubs his eyes and checks the clock on his nightstand* 3:30 am. Geez. *sits up with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed and his feet on the floor, reaches for the water bottle next to the clock, grabs it* Almost empty? *drinks the last drops of water in it, sighs, then positions his hand over the top of the bottle in a particular way* Still thirsty. I hate getting that sudden urge to drink water at 3 am. *water starts pouring out of his fingertips like mini faucets until half of the water bottle is full* There. *drinks from the bottle, sighs, puts it back on the nightstand, stands up, earbud buzzes in his ear* Someone is thinking about me. Interesting… *stands by the door* I hate it. Just “friends” he says? Funny. He didn’t think that for a while back then. There was nothing more between us except for that, and what did he think? That we could no longer “just be friends”? Haha, first playing with water and now playing with fire. Hahaha. He can’t keep it from him forever. *paces back and forth in front of the door* Bullshit. I’ll hang out with you again when things aren’t so heated with things unsaid between the three of us. He’ll find out soon enough. *adjusts earbud* Thank you for letting me know. Yes, yes. Good night. Do the actual job you were assigned for. Good luck. Good night. 

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