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[puppethistoryhive]

just a girl

benny week, day four: cheerleader

relationship: betty weir | benny weir/rory keaner, betty weir | benny weir & ethan morgan

rating: teen

word count: 939

summary: Dressing up as a cheerleader and being flirted with by Rory awakens some things in Benny. (transfem benny weir)

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Benny wasn't sure what Jane had done to them, but he liked it. He almost felt bad though, because he could tell it was making Ethan somewhat dysphoric. However, Benny actually felt really good. He liked the feeling of the longer hair, and the makeup felt foreign but right somehow. He felt pretty. He must've been pretty too, considering the way Rory bounded up to him and started flirting with him. Benny wasn't gay- he knew he wasn't gay. So why did the way Rory looked at him give him butterflies? He needed to talk to Ethan- tomorrow though. It had been a long day.

It wasn't until they cracked the case that Benny was able to find time to talk to Ethan. By then he had realized he was in a lot deeper than he first anticipated. The additional days of flirting and makeup had really done him in. It also affirmed his feelings about everything that was swirling through his head. Him and Ethan were playing video games in his room when he finally worked up the courage to bring everything up to his best friend.

“Hey Ethan, can I talk to you about something?” Ethan paused the game, and turned his attention to Benny.

“Yeah, B, what's up?”

“You know how we had to pretend to be Betty and Veronica?”

“Yeah…?”

“I sort of… liked it? Like the whole dressing up.”

“Okay, just the dressing up part?”

“I’m not even sure, honestly.”

“That's fine! Do you think maybe you'd want to try out she/her pronouns?”

“Maybe?”

“You don't have to rush into anything! Does being called he/him make you dysphoric?”

“No, I don't think so?”

“That's fine! Is there anything else?”

“I didn't hate when Rory was flirting with me?”

“Wait- what?” Benny just shrugged in response, “ so, not only are you maybe a girl, but you might also be into Rory?”

“Basically,”

“Wow I never thought I'd see the day a girl was into Rory,” that made Benny laugh. It also made his- her heart flutter. Ethan called her a girl, and it felt amazing. They continued their night like usual after that, and that also felt good. It felt normal and right. Someone knew, and the world spun like usual.

Now she just had to figure out how to tell the others. Especially Rory. She wrote him that letter to hopefully stop him from talking about Betty anymore until she figured out what she wanted to do. It was cheesy, but wasn't exactly that far from the truth either. It took her a few more days, but she worked up the courage to leave another note in the vampires locker, this time just telling him to meet her in the gym hallway after school, so they could talk

Betty was sweating bullets as she paced the hallway back and forth. Her mind was swirling with thoughts. What if Rory is upset at her for lying? What if he won't see her as a girl? Will he even want to be her friend? Just when she was starting to think this was a bad idea, she heard the all too familiar voice.

“Benny? What are you doing here? I'm waiting for Betty, so I hope you don't plan on sticking around too long,” She cringed internally at that. She knew she had to get out what she wanted to say before she lost her courage.

“Rory, I'm Betty.” Rory's face morphed into confusion.

“Um no you're not? Betty is blonde. And a girl, duh,”

“No Ror, me and Ethan dressed up as Betty and Veronica to keep an eye on Erica, then to deal with the whole witch cheerleader stuff,”

“I'm so confused. So Betty isn't real?” His voice sounded so vulnerable, and Betty’s heart broke in guilt. She took one step closer to Rory, small and barely noticeable.

“Yes, and no? She wasn't at first. But I think Betty feels more real than Benny at this point. I don't know,” Rory's face was still one of confusion, and a faint glimpse of hurt, “but, I do know that I like you.”

“Wait- what?” Rory's face was still one of disbelief, but the hurt was replaced by hope.

“I didn't know how to tell you, but surprise?”

“You're Betty, but actually- and you like me?”

“Yeah?”

“This is awesome!” Betty felt physically relieved. Rory wasn't upset. She should've known he wouldn't be shitty about this, especially because he knows about Ethan. But it was good to be sure that she was worried for no reason.

“It is?” Rory just looked at her like she was crazy.

“Uh yeah? I mean it's still a little weird that you're actually Betty, but not in a bad way! Wait, does this mean I can take you out on a date?” Betty shouldn't have been surprised by his bluntness, but it made her flustered regardless

“Yeah, it does,” she smiled at him. He returned the soft look.

“We can have dinner at my place, so you can dress however you want without others around, if that's what you'd prefer,” he looked uncharacteristically shy. Betty took his hand. She was sure vampires couldn't blush, but she wasn't sure if something like that has ever stopped him.

“That sounds perfect, Ror.”

[pinkevilwriter]

Writers to OCS:

[deanwax]

Might have to resort to manipulative Begging Cat Doodle(TM) to grub for more writeblrs to follow because the search functions on this hellsite are COOKED, no wonder people are doing chain posts like ye oldey email times.

Being in West Australia already sucks because I miss most stuff due to time zones but my cup is nigh empty. I starve Update: would you really let a little guy starve

[memoriesofmidnight]

transcend

You don’t know how cold the lake-water is until you’re already choking on the frost crawling up your throat and flooding your sinuses. The thirst cracks your lips into the ground of your mother’s village and you can’t imagine a single plant would think to grow in this waterless place.

You need a sun to grow the forest but cannot commit yourself to the sacrifice of hard work: the self as the tree that grows too bent, falls off the edge of the forest. Hunger growls into your empty caverns and the sound rattles in as though it were taking place of your soul. Lonely, alone. You learn the difference, peel apart your skin, and watch yourself pour out like the juice of the oranges your grandmother would peel in warm summer afternoons. Eyesight replaced by TV static, ears humming with heat and the buzz of drowsy flies. Below your mortality lies a layer of ichor-veins thrumming at a frequency too high for you to hear. A trap. A cage. A body.

You would rather be impaled by the monsters you thought lived in your closets than be them yourself, and ascend into a form you would not despise. Flat. Sharp. A straight line, which you let rust and rot–break down your body into dust and a dotted dash. Hope. Love. The skies have been clearer lately, but your shoulders are getting tired; you wish to drop it all.

Above everything else, there is one higher-flying truth embedded in every tear, every seam; every tear, every scream; in the trees and the mountains and every dipped valley: you want.

[typingoverworld]

Writing Prompt:

Sometimes memories are the only thing holding you together.

[rodanseys]

poem i wrote after a first date:

cuffs

maybe i don't want to be brave.

maybe i want to be very small.

maybe i miss road trips in pigtails 

where i’d fall asleep against the hums

of the forest green ford, my father's foot

on the gas, which meant home.  which 

means shelter.  shoulder— as in,

to bear for someone.  the night we met

grew late, grew cold.  i let you borrow

my jean jacket i carried to occupy hands

unsure of their capacity to be held.

at the end, you shrugged it off

in my subaru, parked a crosswalk away 

from your apartment.  i think i would

like to shrug many things off like that.

to be draped by something warmed

by another's touch & not flinch

after its loss.  i hear my future

in your voice (read: your voice in

my future) which means tomorrow.

which meant driving myself home

that night.  i put on the gps

even though i didn’t need it & i put on

the jean jacket, pretending it was yours

& you let me borrow it & that’s why

the sleeve cuffs were rolled up

so many times.

[inks-books]

Writeblr Re-Introduction

Hello! I haven’t had a proper intro on here in about a year and I’ve changed names, so I’m redoing this.

Call me Ink(s)! Or I. N. Knight as my published name will be once I get there.

Note: I follow from xxinksxx.

I’m using this to find more writeblrs as well as promote my work written so far The Tales of Dai-Ne and Curiosity Killed the Elf! 

First off I’m looking for: 

-Writeblrs who do fantasy, romance, and mystery but anything with supernatural elements is my jam.

-I’m also a sucker for witty characters and great dialogue!

-I would like to see more disabled characters, POC characters, and just generally fun characters to read about because that’s what I like to write about. 

Some Things You’ll See Here:

-Tag games (comment/reblog this if you would like to be tagged in tag games!)

-Positive writing memes

-Writing ramblings

-Posting of snippets

-Boosts from other writeblrs

My works:

Curiosity Killed the Elf: Princess Allonwë and her body guard Natanael are forced to go on an adventure when Allonwë barters off to a group of strangers, a shiny bracelet that they later find out to be a weapon of mass destruction. Forced to work together in secret, the two must get the bracelet back before anyone realizes it was them that lost it in the first place, or worse, before her parents find out and ground her for a millennia. 

The Tale of Dai-Ne: The adventures of 4 teens who are swept into a world of magic and chaos and must prevent the veil between the magic and non-magic world from collapsing, all the while surviving their training to become the most powerful magic users in the world. Can they unlock the secrets of the past before the forgotten race of Fae tear down the veil and take everyone out with them?

Bonus story:

Love Triangle Gone Wrong: Ethan is a werecat in a small southern town full of paranormal beings that hide from the rest of the world. Lucien was cursed to be a wolf when the moon present and is only free on nights when there is a no moon showing. The two of them imprint on a newcomer in town named Hope. The kicker? Hope is married with a kid on the way and the boys catch feelings for the wrong person. Follow Ethan, Lucien, Hope, and their friends as this love triangle unfolds in all the wrong (right?) directions and they try to keep Hope from finding out the dark truth about their small town world.

Conclusion:

Thanks for reading this far! Please tell me what you think, a little about yourself if you’re a new follower, and boosts are appreciated. Just let me know in the tags if it’s a boost or if it’s a tag me in games reblog. (It can be both!)

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

A Pumpkin game Because Reasons

Wrote this one day and then forgot about it because it was Halloween during 2020 and I either forget everything that happened that year or keep thinking we're still in it. Anyway. Have fun. And try not to kick the pumpkins. They don't like that.

🎃🎃🎃🎃

When you see a field of pumpkins, you're compelled to stop and at least look at it. …Turns out if you stare long enough, something weird will happen. Also turns out, the shovel may not be the best option. I mean, it depends on what you do with it.

Would you like to play?

You see a field of pumpkins.

[Pssst!] [You can play the full game here if you want. I'd say it doesn't bite, but...]

[redwritesreads]

I’ve had a Pinterest account since 2016 when my A level art teacher ordered us all to make one and it’s just occurred to me that some of the 29k images I’ve saved since then could be useful to other writers/creatives. So here:

- character creation board (including dynamics, pets and vibes)

- setting inspo board (both interiors and exteriors)

- fashion board

- figure pose reference board

- tattoos board

Hope this is helpful to someone <3

[scifimagpie]

Writeblr roundup - book club?

By the way, I run a book club with the inimitable and well-organized @ipsogender, so if you want to check out our reviews on Left Hand of Darkness at the end of this month, follow @intersexbookclub!

Otherwise, I'm playing catch-up on a lot of beta reads I've promised people, but I'm open to book club suggestions? I'm thinking something horror or SFF is going to be the way to go. First read, I'd suggest "Into the Drowning Deep" by Mira Grant/Seanan McGuire maybe?

Also, as usual, Discord is a great way to contact me/organize stuff, and I also respond avidly to DMs!

@pinkchaosart @juno-freehugs @holdmyteaplease @palebdot @leisoree @careful-fear @enne-uni @tea-and-mercury @ruinmegently @fleurtygurl @careful-fear @dreadpirateroe @thechaoscryptid @chiefwritesbook @anotherindiewriter @nic0thecreat0r @nattheauthor @aziz-reads @cd-covington @the-chaotic-writer @zillanovikov @sabotabby

[ellierenae]

Salutations! Random Writer Question: For how long have you been writing?

15 years!

Shoutout to my 6th grade English teacher who taught us Greek mythology and let us write a short story each week and... had us sacrifice a pig (piñata) to teach us history?

Odd and wonderful woman who taught us well.

[pinkevilwriter]

OCS to Writers:

[moonlitinks]

24hr novel challenge

going to try and write a novel in 24 hrs (which we know I won't, since I didn't even finish this goddamn outline but it's more like watch as I try to finish this OUTLINE in 24 hrs so I can finally write my book in time for nano)

and who knows, maybe if I finish plotting like I said I would the last 7 months I'll try the 24 hr novel attempt all over again.

anyways, for anyone interested, the details are here

i just want this to be my thread of sanity haha

also if anything is wondering here's an awful and quick put together summary of what i'm working on (aka my historical fantasy set in korea during the joseon era) where a disease goes around where people are suddenly clawing their hearts out and bari disguises herself as her brother in order to become one of the king's personal guards and bring a cure to her dying father

if anyone also attempts this, let me know how it goes!

[jessica-writes22]

An altercation between Lyssa and Invidia

"You can't have him." A sharp voice spoke from behind me.

"Excuse me," I raised my eyebrow and turned to face Invidia. There was no doubt she was beautiful. Her emerald dress wrapped around her body, and the mask made her eyes shine.

"Kian heart. You can't have what's mine." sh stated confidently. Her eyes looked down on me.

"You are a fool to think that I want him." I frown.

"I know when a bitch is lying so cut the crap. You're just a toy to him. Trust me he will tire of you." she retorted.

"Your jealousy isn't my problem. Just know, if I want something then I'll have it." my eyes narrowed as I crossed my arms. 

"Me, jealous of you. Ha, I  have no reason to be jealous of anyone, let alone a girl too consumed by her sin to be anything more than a pawn."

"Invidia. You don't know me, nor what I'm capable of. Keep your dirty hand off Kian or you will no longer have hands." I growled and walked away.