#satisfying afterburn chapter 8

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I suspected but never fully realized how much blind hatred I have for Episode 8 until I had to watch it repeatedly to get things straight/correct.

Like...full on, need to shake Burton about it. And send Millar & Gough out on a raft in the middle of the ocean for it.

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...Heh.

I understand the "I will die for you" ship dynamic, but what about the "I will not let you die, I will not let myself die- we will, at any cost, survive" kind of couple?

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Miller's Girl swirled w/Status of Chapter 8

So You Know What officially releases tomorrow in its...limited release, and I just gotta say... it's a movie about a seriously horny 17 (in the script she's 17) year old brilliant 'I'm not like other girls' girl who reads classic erotica and wants to fuck her pruney old white guy English teacher. I won't spoil the end... It's just like The Crush, with less superficial pouty lip and more classic literature, unless they changed/softened it for the final film (I didn't pay attention to what draft I was reading).

That's also my story, here. I started writing this shit before I knew of Miller's Girl. The tropes MG and Satisfying Afterburn share are numerous and almost complete, right down to the mini-flashback of Wednesday attempting to seduce her Honors English professor, Professor Fortunato. It's a common (or WAS a common, I should say) trope, the Precocious Girl. And as much as current climate sexuality activists would like to deny it, precocious girls exist, and I was one of them.

I did mention in my bio that some of what I write about is autobiographical, and that I was an extremely precocious child back in the 80s and 90s. Like Afterburn Wednesday, I was left to my devices in my father's library. Henry Miller (the author Cairo likes) was one of the authors that I was reading in not-so-secret when I was around 10, since my own father had a collection of erotica (novels and art). I suppose the perversion is generational. 🫠💦✨ He was not my favorite author at 10 (at 10 it was Dalton Trumbo...I fell in love with Johnny Got His Gun, and Night of the Aurochs was pretty good too...sucks when someone dies before finishing their work), but at 11 I became a Nabokov fan and at 12, Orwell and Highsmith (Patricia Highsmith was a fkn cunt/racist/anti-Semite, but I loved Tom Ripley); I wasn't as moved by Miller's Tropics (however, I was and am an Anaïs Nin fan, and her whole Henry and June/Henry & June thing was just 🔥). Some time before 12 I read the erotic books that I mentioned in the beginning of my story (My Secret Life and Fanny Hill; I bought them at a book fair, and yes, they let me buy them). I digress, but it's relevant to my fiction.

The erotica Cairo reads and writes is designed to do what it does in the movie, just as all erotica is meant to do. Afterburn is erotica too (and all y'all writing E [for sex] are erotica writers).

I don't want

another

fucking

Greyface anon

coming at me

about

Satisfying Afterburn

after this...

y'all can go fuck yourselves.

Also, Afterburn has all of the Miller's Girl tropes, except that 'Miller's Girl' (who is ✨cleverly✨ Professor Miller's Girl and Henry Miller's girl hyuk hyuk get it) doesn't get her man. Afterburn Wednesday does, and that's why y'all Greyfaces hate on me. She gets her man, just as I got my man at that age.

And speaking of 8 and rain (I hate this app, I fkd up this post and put it in my queue instead of saving the draft I was working on)...

I wrote most of this starting late last March 2023 through late April before I started to move sections into chapters. This part here was written at the end of April, but I transferred it into a different document on May 2.

Romantic/sexy rain trope is in 8. Couldn't help it, since Burton chose to make it rain whenever he wanted to...why the fuck can't I. Anyway, a very short fkn snippet from 8.2:

It tells you nothing except that's raining hard. And yeah, it's Wenovan speaking.

Anyhow...off to create...and probably watch this fkn movie tonight (I have my ways).

ugh

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No Friday Snippet but

modified/saved at the same time before I pass out 💩

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Morella the Cat, from Chapter 8.2 🫴🏽🐱💕✨

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This is, actually, very accurate.

Me: *writes an amazing chapter*

Me: Ah yes. That is amazing. Can't wait to begin the next one. So many possibilities!

Me: *turns off my laptop and goes into a month-long depression*

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Chapter 7 (1 & 2) Checklist vs...

Chapter 8 (1, 2, & 3) Updated Checklist 💀

It being the 19th, I do not forsee being able to publish its first part on the 29th like I wanted (not with any of the RL delays/b.s./constant interruptions from Dementia Dog). And I will not guesstimate how much longer (just as I can't even say if I CAN go to the Lords of Acid, given my boy's condition 😭). I will have to figure out some other way of commemorating the story's official AO3 birthday.

8's list is updated bc I had to redraw the map to include where the 3rd part was going to be/what it's now going to contain. I really don't know WTF I was doing before, I should have done that from the beginning, since this is Wenovan's story. There are also now 7 sections to each chapter instead of 9 (dunno how long that will be able to last 😅...I would like to tell a thorough story with Afterburn 2)...the exception being 8.1 that has bumpers and a couple of brakes.

See how many unfilled circles/circle wedges there are in 8 (I stopped filling in the ones in 7 once I was rolling on)? That's what's to be written/expanded, and not one section is complete (though I think the hospital one (8.2.7) is almost/just about). Not to worry, there are only two sections (one each in 1 and 2) that remain a little murky but that always clears up once I place sections.

I gotta now herd some cats because those filled in pieces are everywhere in my Drive. I'll herd them into each of their sections. After sleep though. My arms are hurting like a bitch and I need sleeps. 🫠💀🌿✨

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Friday Snippet(s)

In Three Bites still being written, edited. Her texts need editing. All the stuff in between needs writing, polishing. But rn I'm working on 8 and don't want to share any of that.

UGH okay fine. From 8.1:

What DID you do, Donovan? 👹👹👹👹👹

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DirecTor: Aight, gotta re-do the maps for Chapter 8 tonight.

UVCC: *pouts*

DirecTor: HEY. You have your own huge story on the burners too. But you and Jon are so distracting. I got fans —

UVCC: You could have more fans with us.

DirecTor: ... I'm not doing it for the quantity of fans, I'm doing it for the story. Stories, sorry.

UVCC: Our story is sweet...er.

DirecTor: ...Really. Your own name?

UVCC: Ain't I cute?

DirecTor: That's not for me to answer —

UVCC: You don't think I'm cute??? *tears up*

DirecTor: Cairo —

UVCC:

DirecTor: My gods...Jon, come get your girl.

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I have this huge secret/surprise for Chapter 8 that I can hardly keep contained because ppl keep writing something contradictory to it and I keep wanting to correct it BUT I CANNOT

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This is Johnny Depp in Paris, France (in 2003, when our Jenna was only a year old 💀).

This piano is the exact model I envisioned for the piano at the Lake Mansville cabin, since ((spoiler for the next upload here)) Francoise was a Parisian, and it was her piano.

I've seen this photo before, since I'm a Depp fan (been one since the 80s). I think the piano wormed its way from my memories into Afterburn because I liked it so much.

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*watching Enid from afar...from very afar*

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Does this look familiar? It should.

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I keep getting positive feedback for Under Virgin Circumstances that it's taking me all of my willpower not to just run with their story (which has much more...my WIPs are everywhere).

Argh, Chapter 8, why do you torture me so 😭

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I realize in this huge mess that I have to add this song to the overall Afterburn soundtrack (due to its impact on the storyline). Will do that too.

Seems like I'm doing a few revisions here and there. Nothing major (aside from the Tyler kisses), but if I do decide to actually retcon anything that matters, I'll announce it here. No real plans to do so.

God I love this version. It's so fucking 🔥

Please note that Satisfying Afterburn as a whole is not PG-13 rated and not Wenclair-centric; it's NC-17 and very smutty (yet still canon compliant). This takes place the day after Mayor Walker is murdered, and after both Donovan and Enid cut her off.

This text is subject to change and/or editing before the publication of its chapter.

(Wednesday & Enid, PG-13, F-word & mild cannabis consumption, 888 words give/take (so far))

She tried to whip past Hawte Kewture lest she be reminded of Enid, except that a massive ear worm flew from its temporarily open door and bulleted into her brain as she passed. 

To try to avoid owning the responsibility of what happened to him, Macbeth would see himself as a victim of prophecy and fate while ignoring that he still ultimately chose the actions that would lead him down his path of destruction.  There is no question that he was influenced by external persuasion, but Macbeth was also subject to his own faith in the supernatural: there were various “unexplained” happenings contributing to the faith he put in the prophe — 

"Homygod!" Enid exclaimed with a barking giggle, covering her mouth as Wednesday's typing suddenly ceased. The easily distracted werewolf had been lying on her bed, scrolling and flipping through her multiple apps instead of working on the history homework she had spread out on her blankets.

"What is it now?" Wednesday was already more than annoyed, having to write a paper on Macbeth for a class she should've already passed and completed last year at one of her previous schools, if not for her sudden transfer. It was a tedious prompt ("What is the role of fate and free-will in the play? Is Macbeth totally at fault for what happens to him?"), and for once, the irony of her answer escaped her as she typed against her hand-written notes.

"Britney Spears just posted an Insta where she told her father to bleep off!"

Wednesday reached for her pipe, which had been freshly filled and forgotten next to Thing. "Aren't we beyond self-censorship, Enid?"

Enid sighed. She didn't like to swear if it wasn't necessary, though that habit was more Esther than Enid. "Do you want to read it, then?"

Wednesday nearly choked on her smoke but expertly recovered. Incompetence in the face of clumsiness would only make her think they were at all alike. "I'd rather eat glass." She squeezed her fingers around her pipe, giving Thing her death stare of disapproval as he seemed to want to take her up on her word. She quite liked her bat wing pipe, custom made for her by their glass-blowing, fire eating cousin, Inácio Itt III.

Enid had longed for another enthusiastic celebrity gossip monger like herself; tempting Wednesday into such a vapid hobby seemed impossible, but she forged on. "She basically told her dad to F off. She told her mom the same thing last month." Enid swore that she could detect a flinch of interest in her roommate's shoulders. "Yanno, she could give you a run for your money in the parental hate department."

Wednesday sincerely doubted that. Besides, 'hate' was the incorrect term. She ran the tip of her fingernail against the curved edge of her bone ashtray. It rested on a turn-of-the-last-century platinum coaster. "What's her net worth?"

"Uh…I dunno, just a sec," Enid's thumbs flew over the onscreen keys. She'd learned not to ask Siri anything in Wednesday's presence after the night she wouldn't stop asking her for BTS lyrics. "According to Forbes, it's sixty million dollars."

Wednesday huffed. "Is that all?" 

"That's still a crap ton of money!" The immediate Sinclairs were only worth a mere fraction of that, and Enid was often made conscious of it by the super wealthy kids' constant flashing of their  riches. The majority of the Nightshades and the other vampires in the school could wipe everyone's asses with hundred dollar bills and not break a sweat. 'Sinclair' would never outwardly gape at anyone's things, but she found it hard not to be in awe when she was especially envious of Divina's blue Daisy Spikes; she noticed that Wednesday had them in black, sitting unworn in her closet with her other shoes. "Why, how much are you worth?"

Wednesday didn't want to say what her family's net worth was. Gomez, in his Once in a Lifetime good decision, had ditched his uranium mines for rhodium mines when she was around two years old, after it was clear that there was a glut in the market and its price was plummeting: while at the time of his mine dump and acquisition, uranium fluctuated around fifty dollars per pound, rhodium brought in nearly fifteen thousand dollars per ounce. The price currently hovers around four thousand per ounce, but just a couple of years ago their "small" haul of four tons brought their overall wealth to about four billion, half of which was put into trusts for Wednesday and Pugsley. Needless to say, the Addamses were very comfortable billionaires, though they tried not to flaunt it.

"Why did she tell them to fuck off?"

"Oh…you know, that whole conservatorship thing. People think Britney's finally letting loose after feeling caged for so long."

Whether it was all in her head (which it often was), Wednesday at times felt like she too was trapped under her parent's thumbs. Perhaps not under a strict, brain-stunting conservatorship, but their lack of engagement and Morticia's backhanded compliments felt like a prison of its own. 

But she would also be damned if she let herself be compared to Britney fucking Spears. Her one and only outlet for feeling like a normal human was probably stubbornly still at the station working when he should be at home resting up after their long session in Burlington. She shook her head and started typing again.

– prophe…cies –

"Hit me baby one more time," Enid whisper-sang terribly as she flipped through the pop star's Instagram. She looked up to see Wednesday's murderous eye and stopped. "Ohmigod, I'm so sorry."

Too late. It was in Wednesday's head now, and the best she could hope for was that a lyric or two didn't make it into her paper.

And now the song clanged in her brain as she desperately tried to chase it away...

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