Massacre Masquerade Chap 3

Leon walked out of the darkness, discreetly looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Acting like everything was normal, he casually walked out and blended into the crowd. Making his way over to the food stand, he poured himself another cup of vanilla Coca Cola and waited for Deacon to follow. 

He looked around the crowd of people, everyone happily talking and mingling with each other. The amount of noise going around into the ballroom made it impossible to make out what people were saying. Occasionally a word would be said loud enough for him to hear. Once he heard, “That bitch!” being said. Then he heard, “Why do you just stab me in the chest with a spatula?”. Leon discovered that the things he could make out, were often the strangest. 

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around, thinking it might have been Deacon. Instead he was faced with a tall young girl wearing a dragon themed mask and dress. The reason for the night was to not recognise anyone, but Leon knew exactly who was hiding under the mask. 

“Hi, Bailey,” he said. He could recognise his sister anywhere.

“Hey,” she replied back, smiling at him. “What are you doing, just hanging around here?’’

Leon started to say ‘Nothing,’ but he didn’t. Him and Bailey were extremely close, telling each other everything, even the smallest unimportant things. He couldn’t remember a time when he had lied to her. “Waiting for a friend.”

“You're actually socialising!” Bailey exclaimed, feigning extreme shock and surprise. “Better get a doctor on site, I just might die of shock!”

“Haha, very funny,” Leon said sarcastically, though he couldn’t stop smiling at his sister's whimsy. He glanced briefly behind Bailey’s shoulder and saw Deacon walking towards him. “My friend’s here now,” he said. Bailey turned around, as if she would be able to recognise someone she had never met before.

Deacon walked up to them, smiling at Leon, although Leon couldn't see because the mask was back on. 

“Nice to see you again, buddy boy.”

“Buddy boy?” Bailey said to herself. “Never heard anyone call him that before.”

Deacon glanced at Bailey questioningly, silently asking who she was. Leon spoke up.

“This is my sister,” he explained. Deacon nodded his understanding and held his hand out to Bailey. She took it and shook his hand firmly.

“Hi, my name’s Bailey,” she said, instantly breaking the anonymity rules of the night. Deacon broke them in exchange.

“Deacon.”

“I like your dress,” Bailey complimented. Deacon looked down at the dress in question.

“Thanks,’ then he looked at Bailey’s clothes, finding something to compliment in return. She wore a black one piece that had glistening red plastic dragon scales on it. They jutted out from her left shoulder, leading down across her torso to her right hip, where they formed into functioning pants. Altogether it made quite an impressive outfit. 

“I love those scales,” Deacon said, and he wasn’t lying. “They’re really pretty.”

“Thank you,” Bailey said, smiling brightly.

“She made that costume all by herself,” Leon said, deciding to give his sister some credit for her hard work.

Deacon turned to her, impressed. “Wow, all by yourself? You like designing clothes or something?”

“It’s more of a hobby,” Bailey answered, “My main focus is on the King’s Guards. That’s why I’m here.”

“I think that’s why we’re all here,” Deacon said and Bailey laughed. Standing quietly to the side, watching the exchange, Leon was glad their meet had been going well. All of a sudden the noise in the crowd became louder, and Leon watched anxiously as Bailey winced at the noise. 

“You guys wanna go somewhere else?” She asked, and Leon knew she was hoping they would say yes. “It’s too loud here, can barely hear ourselves think.”

Deacon looked at Leon and then looked at Bailey. “Sure, why not.” Bailey turned around quickly, becoming the two of them to follow her. They did. She weaved herself through the crowd, and Leon saw her put her hands up to her ears to block out the noise. As they walked, they got further away from where the main body of people were, and it started getting quieter, but Bailey still kept walking. She led them to the unisex bathroom, where she beckoned them inside. Deacon looked at Leon, a question in his eyes, but Leon just shrugged. Bailey then led them into a stall and stood up on the toilet seat. Leon saw that there was a window right above it and knew what she wanted to do. The window was luckily large enough for all of them to fit through. When they jumped back down to the ground, Deacon and Leon saw that they were in a small area, fenced off, and the fence was locked. They then noticed that Bailey was climbing a ladder attached to the building, leading up the roof. Leon now fully understood what she was doing. Glancing at Deacon again, they both followed her up.

What did you think dear children? What did you think of Bailey? If you liked please review and give feedback if you have any, plus suggestions.

OMG OMG OMG IT’S CONFIRMED !!!! This makes me so happy 😭😭💗💗

why do ppl act like ppl who headcanon charlie kelly as ace do it just bc he’s autistic coded… there’s so many ace coded charlie moments be serious

oh yeah i forgot i have to make original content

I haven’t been able to consume new content in several months, but I did so spectacularly last night. Thus, today I have some thoughts and feelings about the new A League of Their Own television series. Obviously, spoilers ahead!!

Excuse my language, but my first reaction is holy fuck! I am feeling the heavy weight of historical queerness again and it’s so powerful. I’m going to make a couple posts about this show but first, let’s talk characters!

So talking about characters here is somewhat difficult as there are so many good ones.

First, I would do anything for my lovable queer duo Joey and Greta going through life with each other’s back. I worried it was going to stray into a jealousy narrative, but it moved in such a better direction that told us so firmly that we have to look out for each other. It was such a refreshing narrative!

Carson, who had to realize the futility of her white lady tears, came through for me as a protagonist (I wasn’t sure at first). She was a lovable misfit who was consistently called to examine her privileges. It humanized her in a way that traditional tv quirkiness doesn’t quite manage. Also, she reminded me so strongly of Megan from But I’m a Cheerleader in a way that I cannot quite fathom is unintentional.

Max, first things first, you looked incredible in your waistcoat. I loved this character with all my heart. I loved the way she was so singularly focused that she made a lot of mistakes and would hurt people along the way. This is true protagonist behavior - she hurts people but not because she doesn’t care deeply about them (always has a genuine apology for all her real mistakes). Oh this young lesbian, I wished so much that I could reach through the screen and protect her. Also, her passion was so relatable - she was passionate, rightfully angry, and still figuring things out. Despite being less often cast as the comic relief character, she remained wickedly funny and I could watch her and Clance just go on adventures all day long.

My girl Lupe, I was so prepared to dislike her character, just for overplayed aloofness, but the narrative actually subverted that so well. She wasn’t just humanized in just a single dramatic moment of breakdown (that would expose her true gooey center), but in subtle moments throughout the series. She remained fundamentally herself throughout and I appreciate that the experience changed her but did not try to change who she was. She and Jess represented the struggle and specificity of historical butch lesbians, but the context and story allowed them space to be whole people too - it’s a rare narrative. I loved her in the end for loving the team and her friends and Esti. (Also, just shout out for the line “Carson from the farm with the hubby at war?!” for being hilariously delivered and making me realize she played the original Joan in the musical Fun Home)

Maybelle, Maybelle - oh my autistic queen! She is my main autistic headcanon for this show. She was so particularly loved for her autistic traits - her interruptions, her passions, her extreme awareness and unawareness in social situations. It was refreshing to see that she doesn’t get really embarrassed when she misses a social que and just kind of expects everyone else to come with her trains of thought.

Poor poor Shirley who just needs someone to help her cope with her OCD. It was interesting to see her homophobia heal a bit with time, but again subverted the traditional narrative. Carson’s speech certainly helped, but in the end Shirley was the only one who could do the work of changing her own mind. I do a little wish she was a little less cartoonish in her OCD and anxiety traits.

Clance, honestly another autistic headcanon. Clance is the best possible friend, she is delightfully awkward and passionate, and she is so in love with you nervous dork of a husband. Oh Clance, please never change.

Shout out to Uncle Bert, for reminding us of a future that is just a safe house, loving a beautiful woman, and making up a plate. We honestly never dreamed it possible.

I love these characters so much and this show. This show proved over and over and over that the troupe of just one or two queer character is a farce and should probably be done. It was such a fundamentally queer show (no one was policing how many lesbians is “unrealistic”) and as it wasn’t necessarily advertised as such, I felt like my community was centered in a way I so rarely see. It made straight people watch a fourth or fifth queer subplot just like we have had to do with straight narratives for so long.

Part 2 here ^^^

The intimacy of being understood. Marcus pike x plus sized afab reader.

Part 3,getting to know you.

Minors dni,mentions of sex (smut later on in fic) mentions of drugs,slight mentions of ED,mentions of mental illnesses.

Reader is autistic and plus sized (AFAB) no other physical characteristics mentioned <3

Its around 11pm when we get back to Marcus’s little apartment,it’s nice and cozy in the suburbs of DC,there is a lot of art and old school movie posters on the walls,but it’s very neat. “Well this my humble little abode” Marcus chuckles,

“It’s very cozy,and much cleaner than my place” I laugh softly,his place reminds me of his personality,warm and welcoming,with a tinge of artsiness. “This place would of been my dream at 17” I laugh,”it’s so cool” I say while looking around at all the little details he had put into the place. “Ngl it was my dream to live somewhere like this too,maybe a little bit bigger I must admit but,somewhere I could call home and make it my own all that is missing is a cat to be honest” he laughs,”well I’ve got a cat who I’m sure would love to meet you!” “You do?” “Yeah his name is whiskey,after agent whiskey from the movie,the kingsman golden circle.” “I always thought you looked like Pedro pascal actually,the actor who plays him” I chuckle softly. “Oh yeah,narcos right?,my ex girlfriend always said I looked like Javier Peña,just needed the moustache” he laughs she always had a crush on him. “Your ex girlfriend had good taste” I say winking,”but then again she was a fool to let you go” I say leaning in closer. “Well the way I see it if me and my ex were still together then I wouldn’t of met the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he whispers softly “you mean that?” I say softly,”every single word” we are extremely close right now and honestly im getting flustered,I haven’t had physical contact (not even a kiss) in 3 years and Marcus’s breath over me is making me dying to just kiss him. “Can I kiss you” he whispers softly

“You read my mind” I chuckle,our lips meet in the most romantic kiss I’ve ever experienced in my life,it’s like our body’s were made to fit together. A thousand fireworks go off in my mind as we continue to share the passionate kiss,everything about this is perfect,everything.

“That was…amazing” Marcus says breathlessly

“You can say that again” I laugh into his neck,”it’s like our lips were made for each other”

“Can I do it again?” he chuckles

“Fuck yes” our lips meet again and this time it’s slightly more desperate than before,Marcus’s hands roaming my body and settling on my ass,and my anxiety immediately kicks in. I try my hardest for it not to take over me,for the thoughts of my ex to be put to the back of my mind while I enjoy the moment with Marcus,but it’s no good. Marcus notices the change in mood almost immediately,”you ok honey?” “We don’t have to take this any further than you want to take it” and that’s it,the flood gates open and I’m crying into Marcus’s shoulder. “I said I wasn’t going to do this,I said I was not going to let my past ruin what we have,I’m sorry” I sob “hey look at me darling,there is nothing wrong with taking this slow,if you aren’t ready for sex yet then you aren’t ready,we can take this at your pace ok?” “I know you haven’t told me much about your past experiences but what I do know is,they didn’t deserve you. Any man would be lucky to ever make love to you,and I’m so sorry I took it to far sweetheart. I just…haven’t done this in a while. Let’s get to know each other’s bodies before taking that step,and no I don’t mean sexually,I mean what you like and don’t like,both physically and sexually if you are willing to talk about it.” Marcus softly caresses my cheek while sitting down next to me on the sofa. “What caused the trigger response love?” “Do you know or is it just something that happens?”

After I finally calm down and find my voice again I decide to tell him everything. “I was going to tell this a little later,I should of told you earlier but I was scared it will make you put off,I’m autistic and have adhd and sometimes physical touch (especially if I’m not in control of it) really throws me off,and past boyfriends haven’t taken that into consideration and thought it was stupid or strange. I think it’s the build up to sex i really worry about,I can’t shut my brain up at the best of times but when I’m intimate with someone it ramps the thoughts up to 1000%,I know all people get insecure and worried about sex but it’s slightly different for me,it’s someone invading my personal space (sounds selfish I know) especially if it’s missionary it’s very hard for me to cope with someone breathing on me constantly,plus I have to think…do they like my body,am I making the right sounds? Are they enjoying themselves? Am I just sat here like a sack of potatoes right now? Shall I be talking dirty?” “ It’s basically a million thoughts at once and it gets overwhelming” i sigh softly,”im sorry for putting all this on you”.

Marcus takes a deep breath “baby you shouldn’t have to shy away from anything with me,you’re no lesser person because you are autistic,it makes you unique and I am going try to absolute hardest to support you through everything.and I will wait until the time is right,until your completely ready to take next step,I won’t be angry or upset with you because you don’t want to have sex With me for whatever reason. And if it makes you feel better,honestly I’d like it if you were the one in control. And if it makes you feel more comfortable and confident then it’s what we’ll do when the time is right. Marcus leans over and kisses my cheek,”you’re so amazing,never forget that darling”. “Now shall put on a movie and we can have some hot chocolate with extra cream?” He chuckles,”sounds amazing” I smile up at him, how the fuck did I get so lucky?i’m falling head over heals for this guy and I’m certainly not mad about it.

I was going to make a long and really specific post about this but I actually can't be bothered so I'm just going to say: some of you should probably think about how much you are criticising autistic characters in comparison to allistic characters. Because it's all well and good saying Abed Nadir was annoying sometimes but if you don't have the same sentiment for the other characters in Community, all of whom can be profoundly irritating at one point or another, then we might have a bit of a problem.

Sorry but not sorry to my regular ahs audience.

GTA V is my special interest, and it's like, really invading my brain right now. I'll try and come up with something for y'all, promises. Just not sure when it'll happen.

Is this a half baked ticci toby redesign in 2022? Yeah unfortunately /j

mr. dekarios of waterdeep

How does january stim/does she stim?

This is from my notes where I try to keep track of my autism research to keep my characters accurate!

A fun thing I’ve noticed.

Anything in the house annoying me e.g my dad eating loudly: bad, angry, wanting to scream and cry and hit and punch, autistic meltdown if you will

Then after leaving said situation and retreating back to my room.

Watches literally any video no matter how small of David Tennant and Michael Sheen intersecting: good, happy, stimming, smiling, calming down, autistic meltdown averted

So basically David Tennant and Michael Sheen are the reason I’m not melting down a lot of the time.

Not mad about it

I wish startrek had more disabled characters

Hey uh the person on spotify who made a Zohakuten playlist with 105 songs in less than 2 days uhm are you mentally well. Lots of actually pretty good songs ngl

also some songs on here that just give me good general clone vibes as well do rec you check it out

autism stims i/emily do

rocking

flaps or claps when I get excited

swings, pacing to music or walking

bang fits together

grate teeth with focusing

"boffing" as I call it, it's like patting your hands against your ears and it makes a "boff" noise

biting nails/ skin

hair play/ mainly brushing my hair against my lips

(not a stim but I wave goodbye or nod when I'm on a phone call when people can't see)

(not a stim but instead of just nodding with your head I nod with my entire head and body?)

some further, random elaboration on lydia's autism; she is a very picky eater. when it comes to food, her taste is what some might consider "bland"; a lot of very strong flavors overwhelm her, so her go-to meals at home end up being things like oatmeal, eggs, grits (southern moment) and specific types of fruit. she's not big on eating meat, but loves most vegetables cooked, sautéed, roasted, and so on. likewise, she's particular about beverages and often gets upset when restaurants don't have hot tea. (an easy solution for her? only go to places that serve it.) another thing is that she loves pressure stims and soft, fluffy textures. she keeps her bed exceptionally soft and cozy. post-breaking bad, she definitely gets herself a good weighted blanket. though she's uncomfortable forming social relationships, she'd actually love being hugged and held and might even come off as a little physically clingy with anyone she's incredibly close to.