#Skin Script ML

[starkeymeow]

❛ we make each other alive . .

does it matter if it hurts? ❜

I’M COMING, WAIT FOR ME.

PLOT you enter the hunger games a proud weapon of your district, only to find your sharpest blade is the boy beside you, and you’re not sure which one of you the capitol wants to break first.

CONTENT chapter twenty-six, best read in dark mode, rafe cameron x reader au, me vs skipping the training scores and going straight to the interviews LMAO, okay update i skip the rest of the interviews too, rafe n y/n before the games yay

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you step out on stage beside rafe, hands brushing. the audience roars like they’ve been waiting for you, like this is what they’ve paid for. you’re their stars, their gladiators.

you don’t trip, but it feels like you might. it’s not even because of the heels or the dress or the lights. it’s because of the damn weight.

valis didn’t hold back, again. your dress is carved in molten red and veined bronze. the fabric is heavy and regal, hugging you like a second skin. the back is open, of course, displaying the metallic thorns etched into your spine like war medals. the front is a sculpted bodice that sweeps up into an off-shoulder crown of black satin, heavy at the collarbone.

rafe, beside you, wears a matching look. it’s blood-colored silk under a sharply tailored bronze jacket. you both look like you’ve walked out of a war museum. and maybe you have.

caesar greets you with his signature grin, teeth too white and too wide. his hair is dyed an even deeper blue this year. he makes jokes you barely hear, gives you both dramatic introductions like usual.

you both stand on your marker. the crowd loves you, but not quietly. they scream, they chant, they wave signs with your names on them.

caesar begins with the usual questions, like how you’re feeling, how it felt to be at the reaping, how strange it is to be back on this stage. the words are harmless on paper but cruel in practice, and you both do what you’ve been trained to do; smile without smiling, answer without really answering, offer little pieces of yourselves without handing over your throats.

but then the moment comes where the script dies and the truth slips in sideways.

caesar turns and you take a breath.

“i’ve loved him since i was seventeen,” you begin. “i never said it out loud in our first games. not on camera. not until it was over. but it was true.”

the room shifts. the crowd hushes, even caesar leans closer.

“and when we got home,” you go on, “we thought that was it . . . that we were done, that we got to live, that we got to breathe. that we won something bigger than just survival.”

your hand finds rafe’s beside you. he laces his fingers through yours instantly, tightly.

“but now they’ve brought us back,” you say. “now they’re asking us to do it again. but this time, we don’t get to leave together. not again. and whether or not one of us physically comes out of this alive to win, if one of us dies, then the other does too.”

there’s a silence in the air now. you turn to the audience instead of caesar.

“you all loved us. i know you did. but if you really love us, then help us. say something. we deserve to live. all of us here tonight. not just one.”

a flicker in the back rows, someone’s crying. it’s not loud, but it’s there. and then rafe speaks.

“i didn’t volunteer to be noble,” he says plainly, clearly. “i volunteered because she’s the only thing left i believe in anymore.”

you squeeze his hand.

“you gave us a story to believe in. we were supposed to get our fairytale ending,” he tells them, much like you did. “but the truth is, if you really believed in us, if you really meant it, then you wouldn’t be okay with this. with watching us die for your entertainment again.”

he looks at the camera now. you do too.

“you don’t need to cheer for us,” you say. “you need to fight for us.”

the silence is thunderous. until it’s not. someone claps, then another, then another.

you kiss rafe’s cheek. caesar says something behind you, but you don’t hear it. you’re too focused on the crowd, not the roar of them, but the shift in them. the change.

you walk with rafe up the stairs, hand in hand, and take your place with the others. you see gloss and cashmere already standing, already watching. you nod to them in acknowledgement.

the lights in the room are dim. you’re lying on your side, legs tangled with rafe’s beneath the sheets. one of his arms is tucked under his head, the other curved around your waist.

your hand moves slowly across his face, knuckles skimming the curve of his cheek, thumb brushing beneath his eye. his lashes flutter shut like your touch soothes something deeper than he can name.

you keep going. your fingers drift down to his wrist, tracing the bones there, the vein that pulses just under the skin. then up again, over the muscle of his shoulder, the sharp collar of bone that juts when he breathes in.

he exhales quietly, eyes still closed.

your palm comes to his jaw, thumb ghosting along the edge of his ear, then down, soft, to the curve of his mouth. you feel the way his lips part slightly beneath your thumb. you drag it slow, feel the warmth of his breath. you hook it slightly, pulling at his bottom lip.

his eyes open then, a little dazed. they’re full of love and fear all at once.

“we stick to the plan,” he murmurs, continuing your conversation from just moments ago.

you nod, but it’s small. your thumb still rests at his mouth. “we look out for her,” you say.

“but we look out for each other first,” he adds. “you and me. always.”

your eyes flick up to meet his, “forever.”

you press your forehead against his. you close your eyes. you won’t lose him. you let yourself believe it, even if it’s only for tonight. you just breathe together. it’s one of the only things left that’s still yours, and you lie there with him for what feels like forever.

his fingers curl lightly against the fabric of your shirt at your waist. he’s grounding himself in you.

you trace another circle along the line of his shoulder, not even realizing you’re doing it. his skin is warm. and when you speak, it comes quiet.

“were you . . . there the day that guy tried to steal the whip from a peacekeeper during the summer ceremony when we were younger?”

rafe hums. “what?” he asks, turning his head slightly to look at you, brows already raising.

you smile faintly. “you know. the district’s spring-to-summer celebrations? i don’t remember what year it was but it was back when they used to give us those tiny sugar cones and let us throw rings at bottles for prizes. i was probably eleven? twelve? and some idiot tried to grab the peacekeepers belt whip during the parade like he thought he could just . . . take it and run.”

rafe laughs through his nose with you, head tipping back into the pillow. “i, like . . . barely remember that.”

“yeah, but they chased him through the crowd ‘n some of the cones melted onto the ground. i mean, i lost my shoe.”

there’s a crooked smile on his face. “that just sounds like something from a bad dream.”

“i know.” you snort, then your voice softens.

rafe watches you, his expression tilting somewhere more thoughtful. “but yeah,” he says after a beat, “i was there. i remember it.”

you grin, “do you?”

he nods. “i remember the guy. he tripped on a stone planter and the peacekeeper almost face-planted trying to catch him. i was with my sisters. sarah spilled juice on my shirt. the peacekeeper was my dad.”

you can’t help but laugh, a real one this time, and you almost spring up in a burst of energy, “that was your dad?”

“yeah, that was the same day, same sugar cones.“

you both go quiet again. you don’t mean for your smile to fade, but it does. your fingers slide back to his cheek, thumb pressing lightly near the corner of his mouth.

“i wish we met sooner,” you whisper.

rafe furrows his brow a little, confused by the softness of it. “what do you mean?”

you look down, tracing a faint line down the side of his neck. “i don’t know. i just mean . . . i wish it had been different, all of it, and us. i wish we didn’t meet the way we did.”

he squints a bit. “what, like at the reaping?”

you nod once and hum. rafe’s quiet for a moment before he shifts onto his elbow, propped up slightly now so he’s looking down at you, and there’s something strange in his expression.

“that wasn’t the first time i met you.”

you blink, and your heart stutters. “what?”

he just watches your face, lips curling slow. “i mean it. it wasn’t the reaping.”

you sit up a little, eyes narrowing as you study him. “wait, what are you talking about?”

“career academy. you started your first year when i was already a year in.” he scratches the back of his head, like he’s trying to piece it together himself. “i think it was one of the evaluation days? my class, we were all watching the first-years run drills and spar. and you were there.”

your chest tightens, “so you remember that? you didn’t— you never told me?”

“i never needed to!” he laughs, then continues, “like i didn’t even think about it until now. but yeah, i saw you around.”

you prop yourself up on your elbow to look at him properly. “see, what does that even mean? like we were in the same room? we trained together?”

he shakes his head. “nah. different years, remember? we barely crossed paths but i remember catching you during meal breaks sometimes, or walking across the sparring floor when they rotated classes.”

he pauses, a small smile breaking out. “you wore your hair in these two little braids back then,” he says. “and you had this bandaid on your knee for weeks. same one. you didn’t even try to change it.”

you stare at him, mouth falling open a bit. “shut up.”

“no, really,” he laughs. “i kept wondering if you were clumsy or just stubborn. like you refused to let it heal.”

you groan, falling back against the bed with an arm over your eyes. “this is so embarrassing. i was ten.”

he turns, leaning over you, resting his weight on one arm while the other plays with the edge of your shirt.

“what?” he grins. “i thought it was funny. you were always running like you didn’t know how to slow down. you were always the last one to sit during drills.”

you lower your arm and stare up at him. “so all this time . . .”

“it wasn’t like we knew each other,” he says. “like we were kids. we didn’t talk. it was just school.”

you sigh, but it’s not annoyed. it’s the kind of sound you make when you’re overwhelmed with something sweet. “why didn’t you ever tell me?”

he shrugs, eyes soft as he looks down at you, “i dunno. we never talk about stuff like this anymore.”

you frown and lift your hand again to press it to his chest, right over his heart. it beats slow beneath your palm.

“it’s not even in some fairytale, star-crossed, poetic way or whatever. it wasn’t even romantic,” he insist. “i just . . . remember.”

your throat tightens, and you close your eyes for a second like it’ll help you breathe through whatever this is.

you think about little you, training next door to him without even knowing. you think about the way life could’ve gone differently, or maybe always would’ve led to this. you and him. right here.

you open your eyes again and whisper, “maybe it is a love story.”

rafe nods once, his voice soft, “maybe it always was.”

“i think i would've fallen for you no matter what,” you admit. rafe’s fingers brush your hair back and you look at him.

“i know i did,” he mumbles, like it’s that simple. and it is. it’s always been that simple, even if the world never let it be. “i fell for you.”

you press your forehead to his again. you let it hurt, let it feel like something that deserves to be mourned already, just in case.

you don’t talk for a while after that.

you’ve been through so much together, and still, this feels like the real test. it’s not survival. it’s not rebellion. it’s not the hope of rescue from plutarch heavensbee and everyone who swears they have your backs.

the test is possibly leaving him behind, or him losing you.

and even if they save katniss and spark a revolution and finally break the cycle that keeps chewing kids up and spitting them back out in pieces, what good is any of it if rafe doesn’t make it through? if you don’t?

you trust the plan. you do. you trust haymitch and finnick and beetee and every rebel who’s betting their life on katniss everdeen being the symbol panem needs, but you also know the games.

you know the mutts, and the poisons, and the bottomless pits that open up out of nowhere and swallow you whole. you’ve seen how unpredictable gamemakers can be when they want to entertain. when they want to punish.

rafe must be thinking the same thing, because he exhales slowly, his hand smoothing over your hip, fingers slipping beneath your shirt just to feel skin.

you close your eyes. your throat is tight. “if we die in there,” you whisper, barely breathing the words, “none of this will matter.”

his hand stills. “we won’t,” he says, not like a promise, more like a decision.

you nod, but your eyes sting. it’s hard not to let the thoughts spiral so you blink fast, trying to hold it in, but your eyes glisten anyway.

his hand slides to the side of your face, thumb brushing under your eye. “hey,” he murmurs. “we’re gonna get out. you and me. i promise you that, no matter what it takes.”

you shake your head like you want to believe it, but your bottom lip wobbles anyway, and he tries to pull you closer to hold you, but instead, you kiss him.

you lean in and find his mouth with yours, just needing to feel him, and then it deepens. your fingers clutch at the side of his shirt and his hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you in tighter. the kiss turns into something else. something desperate. something like: if this is the last time, then let it be everything.

he rolls with you, over you, above you, but never losing contact, your legs tangling up again as your hands push up beneath his shirt to feel his stomach, his ribs, his back, every inch of him you can still touch. your mouths crash again, like you're trying to memorize each other through mouths, through skin, through gasps.

you shift, moving to straddle him, your thighs bracketing his hips. his hands land hard at your waist, holding you there as your mouths meet again, deeper this time. his grip tightens as you press your forehead to his, both of you breathing hard.

you want to say something, anything, but words don’t work here. not when his hands are under your shirt now, palms dragging along your spine, feeling every thorn, every scar, every old bruise like he knows them better than he knows himself.

you lean in, press a kiss to the edge of his jaw, then his neck. his breath hitches.

your hands slide down, slipping under his shirt, your fingertips grazing his v-line before you hook the fabric with your fingers and start lifting it over his head. he breaks the kiss only long enough to let you pull it off, and then he’s on you again.

your mouths meet in a slow crash, mouths open, tongues brushing, and it’s like everything unravels at once, but you don’t speak. you just let your hands roam, let your kisses deepen, let yourself feel everything.

and when your fingers slip down to the hem of your own shirt and start to pull it over your head, rafe watches you with a kind of reverence like he’s memorizing you. or like he’s mesmerized by you.

you drop the shirt to the floor, and he pulls you in again, arms wrapping tight around your back, lips on yours before either of you can break. and this time, he kisses you like a vow.

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[wasteful-sam]

sorry to bother, i just have a question. how did you put rolans appearance on gales body? ik some people do it through nexus, but im trying to find an in-game mod that allows it

Heey) No worries at all) Listen, unfortunately, there's no easy answer to your question, as I use a variety of different stuff from both Larian's mod manager and Nexus :( So it will all depend on how deep into this you'd like to go and how much you want to modify our boi😅.

Let me go through what I use, but please note that I don't remember ALL the details of specific mods (I have too much s h i t in one pile, downloaded at different times), so make sure to read through notes/recommendations of a specific mod you choose to use :)

And, one more thing - I only play on PC, so no idea what can be done about consoles :(

Long post under the cut:

1. Unfortunately, I think there's still no mod in Larian's mod library (ML) that will allow you to completely substitute Gale with Rolan (I checked, but if I missed it, somebody might correct me in the comments).

See, the reason is, even with earlier mods I remember using (deleted them now), you can't change the companion's race. So, you will just get a human Rolan in the best-case scenario.

Still! If you want to play as Rolan in the game and not deal with Nexus, you can create a male tiefling and give him head (Rolan's head, that is x) ). The heads for many NPCs can be found in Larian's ML. The mod is called "Faces Unlocked."

For further enhanced customization, I also recommend installing the NPC Eye, Skin, Hair Colours, in case you'd want to experiment with creating other NPCs with those heads :) . I don't think it contains Rolan's colors, but his color scheme demands another post to dive into 🙃.

And, finally, the NPC and Outfit Inspired Dyes - contains a LOT of beautiful, in-detail dyes, including Rolan's colors.

NOW, onto Nexus, if you want Rolan to be in cutscenes as companions/NPCs.

1. The easiest way to substitute Gale with Rolan is the Ring of Metamorph. It allows you to turn ANY NPC into one of the options offered by the ring by just using a spell.

Most importantly, you don't need any additional mods from Nexus to run it, or an unofficial mod manager, for that matter. Just download the mod and drop it into BG3's mod folder.

It didn't cause any issues or crashes for my game, so I think it's a pretty safe option.

Also, I believe it is better to have the ImprovedUI ReleaseReady installed, but it can be found in Larian's ML.

There are downsides, however: you cannot modify the appearance of the "summoned" NPCs in any way. You also cannot change their clothes or undress them (you perv).

So, it is not ideal.

2. The most "advanced" version (or at least the one I prefer) is the Appearance Edit Enhanced from Nexus. This one ALLOWS you to change the race and appearance of any of your companions or your Tav. So, to change Gale into Rolan, you will need to select the first option, "Resculpt." It will open a completely fresh character creation page. So, your Gale can become anyone - from elf to half-orc, with any body type and of any class, any appearance) You just sculpt away :)

Note that it is better to save your game before resculpting, just in case.

So, the downside is that you will need Norbyte's Script Extender, which you do NOT place into the mods folder but in a different directory: C:\Program Files (x86)\Steam\steamapps\common\Baldurs Gate 3\bin . More about Norbyte is on its official page. I saw some people saying that Norbite can crash your game, so this is why it is the downside. However, from my personal experience, no crashes were detected.

And you'll need the ImprovedUI ReleaseReady , too, but that we discussed prior.

Sooooo, this is pretty much it (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝). If you have any additional questions - feel free to ask :)

[generalluxun]

how do you feel about this... Think it's AI, but I wouldn't put it past him to say this

AI? You mean the translation or his answer itself?

It feels very Thomas to me. The man cannot keep his yapper shut. I remember another tweet from him railing about how one season of Arcane costs ten times as much as one of ML.

It might be true. The thing is, no one should be comparing them. That is all he has to say. The rest is him being sore and snippy.

ML is a kids show in a kids slot, presumably made on a shoestring budget and that budget is a part of the appeal to buyers. A low-cost supers show can do a global release much easier, it can be a simple line item in a budget year over year without thought. The merch can be slapdash but still bring in enough coin. Basically, it can be unobtrusive enough fiscally that it gets to avoid any demands while remaining profitable. *This is fine. This is business. Someone needs to create this sort of product*

Riot on the other hand has always gone big budget and heavy into production on its side projects. Take a look at their music videos. (Compare them to the ML one, ha!) Riot created a whole pop idol group out of it's characters. Each of their videos had a unique one-off aesthetic. It was a way to sell new skins, but it was also *art*.

Arcane is the same way. It's not some animation-mill product created to keep kids buying things. Themes, drama, personal narrative, art direction, score, presentation; it's meant to be a high quality presentation top to bottom. So, of course it costs more.

A 2006 Chevy will get you wear you need to go, and have some quirky charm. A 2024 Mercedes will give you a luxurious driving experience designed to make the trip better than the destination. One will also cost you ten times as much as the other. Makes sense, right?

As for the 'very American' nonsense

TA's jingoistic sniping is a long standing tradition. I'm not sure what he even means here though? Like, script rewrites are supposed to be bad? Too many maybe, but sometimes they are needed. Does he not do them? It would actually explain so much.

ZAG: Hey Thomas. I just reviewed your latest script and there's a few things that don't seem to line up with what we've shown before...

TA: Oh? Well. I am sorry about that my friend, but you see: I am already finished. It can't be helped. Ah well, Ceste la vie.

Would I look like a tosser for saying 'Very French'?

Yes I would, and so I won't. I've seen plenty of French films that were finely crafted with rewrites and changes along the way to improve them.

Nothing inherently wrong with slap-dash production on the cheap, but trying to sell it as a virtue and mock quality commitment is weird.

[unitedstatesrei]

100 Real Estate Agents vs. 100 Real Estate Investors (The Battle No One Asked For—But Everyone Deserves)

100 Agents. 100 Investors. One War No One Survives (teaser)https://youtu.be/64kiDuQzwHcThe real estate industry has been quiet for too long... United States Real Estate Investor Key TakeawaysReal estate agents and investors operate with drastically different strategies, styles, and mindsets—but both play essential roles in the housing ecosystem.The mutual disrespect between agents and investors is often rooted in misunderstanding, ego, and lack of collaboration.When they drop the rivalry and work together, agents and investors become an unstoppable force for profit, power, and long-term wealth. United States Real Estate Investor 100 agents face off against 100 investors—briefcases vs. spreadsheets, egos vs. equity, and nobody’s backing down. United States Real Estate Investor Welcome to the War Room!This isn't just about houses! It's about who REALLY runs the game!100 Real Estate Agents. 100 Real Estate Investors. One Unavoidable Clash.The battlefield isn’t a subdivision or a high-rise—it’s your Instagram feed, your Facebook group, your overpriced networking brunch. The weapons?Scripts, skip tracing, commission breath, and cold-calling calluses.On one side: The agents.Polished.Posing.Parroting scripts handed down from the "Book of Broker."They worship the MLS like it’s the Ark of the Covenant and treat business cards like golden tickets to Narnia.Their war cry?“We don’t find deals—we list them.”On the other side: The investors.Dirty shoes.Discounted houses.Disdain for headshots.They show up in gym shorts with a clipboard, buy your neighbor’s house off-market, and vanish before the ink dries.Their motto?“Why list it when I can leverage it?”This isn’t just a job difference.This is a full-blown cultural cold war!What's this really all about?Commission vs. Cash Flow. Open Houses vs. Open Escrows. Zillow Addiction vs. Door-Knocking Dependence.Agents think investors are reckless rule-breakers with no ethics.Investors think agents are overpaid middlemen who get in the way.And the truth?They’re both kinda right.But here’s what neither side wants to admit: While they’re busy sniping each other in the comments section, a bigger truth is rising:Real estate is evolving. The lines are blurring.And this rivalry?It’s headed straight toward a bloody, hilarious, meme-worthy showdown.So if you came for peace and professionalism, back out now.But if you came to witness a no-holds-barred satire of the two titans who run your housing market...Welcome to the War Room!This is where the truth finally gets its time on the mic—and no one escapes without at least one ego bruise. United States Real Estate Investor Agents dress like they’re selling luxury lifestyles—investors dress like they’re ready to fight mold and win equity in court. One side sips lattes in luxury offices, the other chases distressed deals in dusty hoodies—both convinced they’re the only ones doing it right. United States Real Estate Investor Tailored Suits vs. Tactical HoodiesOne Group Sells Dreams in Skinny Pants. The Other Buys Nightmares in Bulk.Welcome to the frontline fashion war of real estate. This isn’t just about style—it’s about strategy disguised as a wardrobe choice.The Agent Uniform: Tailored, Tight, and Terrified of SweatReal estate agents look like they’re walking out of a Zara photo shoot.The men? Skin-fade haircuts and shiny loafers.The women?Power blazers, 4-inch heels, and tote bags stuffed with iPads, lip gloss, and broken dreams.Why? Because in their world, appearance is leverage. Image is everything. “Fake it ‘til you’re featured on a billboard.”They’re coached to walk the walk, talk the talk, and triple-check their teeth before a listing appointment.Their secret weapon?The MLS.Their spirit animal?Zillow.And their worst fear? Getting their hands dirty—literally or metaphorically.

They follow scripts like soldiers.They host open houses like it’s the Oscars.They smile even when the deal dies—because they have to. The brokerage is watching.But deep down, beneath that Patagonia vest or Louis Vuitton scarf... is a person scared of missing their sales quota and losing their broker's approval.They’re dressed to impress, but inside?They’re dressed in commission anxiety.The Investor Uniform: Hoodies, Hustle, and No One to ImpressNow let’s wade into the gritty chaos of the investor’s lair.Forget glam.This is about grind.We’re talking Carhartt hoodies with drywall dust. Steel-toed boots with eviction scuffs. Caps that say “We Buy Houses” in marker.These aren’t outfits.They’re armor.Investors don’t care if they look like they rolled out of a foreclosure dumpster. Because they did, and found a deal in it.Their version of “business casual”?Basketball shorts, a cracked phone screen, and a spreadsheet full of pain.They don’t post closing selfies. They post before-and-afters of homes that looked like murder scenes.They don’t carry business cards. They carry bolt cutters, skip trace leads, and a signed purchase agreement from someone who hasn’t paid their mortgage in 12 months.They don’t show up to be liked. They show up to leverage.And while the agent is working their fifth listing of the year...The investor is working on a five-door package deal in pre-foreclosure, with the seller’s cousin in jail, the tenant threatening a lawsuit, and a wholesaler who disappeared mid-contract.In other words: It’s not clean. But it’s real.And the Winner Is…?Depends on what game you’re playing.If it’s aesthetic approval at a networking brunch, give it to the agents. If it’s making six figures from a hoarder house, hand it to the hoodies.But here’s the punchline:Both uniforms are just costumes in the real estate circus. One’s trying to look rich. The other’s trying to get rich.And until they learn to trade tactics—not just insults— They’ll keep swinging blindly while the real money walks right past them.Buckle up! The next section gets personal.Time to air out every insult, fear, and fragile ego in the industry. United States Real Estate Investor United States Real Estate Investor Agents see investors as shady deal snipers. Investors see agents as overpriced tour guides with a script and a smile—neither is totally wrong. United States Real Estate Investor United States Real Estate Investor United States Real Estate Investor Agents Think Investors Are Crooks. Investors Think Agents Are Clowns.Let’s Air It All Out—Because Passive Aggression Doesn’t Build Equity.Welcome to the roasting pit!This is the part where the gloves come off, the claws come out, and everyone says what they really think—but usually only in Facebook threads, group chats, or therapy.What Agents Say Behind Investors’ Backs (And Sometimes to Their Face)“Investors? You mean the shady folks who offer your grandma $30K for her $150K house?” “They lowball grieving sellers, skip inspections, and act like title insurance is for cowards.” “They learned real estate from TikTok and now they’re out here wholesaling their dignity.”Agents see investors as loophole-loving pirates.They hate the word "assignment."They think “creative finance” means “creative lawsuit.” They believe if it’s not licensed, it’s probably illegal.To them, investors are:EmotionlessUnethicalUnqualifiedUnshavenUndereducatedAnd somehow always under contract anywayThe phrase “off-market deal” sends chills down their spine, mostly because they weren't invited.But here’s the kicker: Agents don’t just think investors are crooks.They think investors are bad for the brand.The brand of professionalism.Of credibility.Of headshots so filtered they belong on dating apps.

Investors remind agents of the wild west. And agents didn’t get licensed to be in a shootout—they came for the wine and cheese broker opens.What Investors Whisper About Agents (Usually Loudly)“Agents? You mean tour guides with inflated egos?” “They walk through properties like they’ve got ownership in the drywall.” “They need 14 pre-approvals, 6 showings, and a lender on speed dial just to write one decent offer.”To investors, agents are MLS-dependent middlemen.They believe:Agents overprice everythingUndervalue anything not stagedWaste time with “coming soon” signs like it's the movie industryAnd the kicker?“They don’t even own property.”Investors see agents as the sales staff in a game of ownership. Always talking about the deal, but never in the deal. They can quote comps but can’t underwrite to save their soul.“Ask an agent what ARV means. Watch them flinch.”When Perception Becomes ProjectionHere’s the plot twist: They’re both exaggerating. But they’re also both right, just not about everyone.Because in the shadows of those loudmouths and gatekeepers…There are ethical investors helping families escape foreclosure.There are brilliant agents guiding first-time buyers without exploiting them.But the beef continues because the myths are easier than the mirrors.This isn’t just a rivalry.It’s a projection war.Agents accuse investors of greed. Investors accuse agents of ignorance.But at the core?Both fear irrelevance. And both know deep down…They need each other more than they admit.Next one is pure meme-fuel!Lock in your ego because everyone’s gettin' roasted. United States Real Estate Investor The A–Z of everything agents and investors won’t admit—but definitely live out loud. United States Real Estate Investor The Brutal A–Z Guide to Real Estate Ego DisordersIf You’re Not Offended by at Least 10 of These, You’re Not in the Business.Let’s be honest.The real estate industry isn’t just built on listings, leads, and leverage.It’s built on delusion, drama, and dopamine hits from Facebook likes.Welcome to the glossary no one asked for—but everyone deserves.This is an A–Z alphabet of the most savage, painfully accurate, and unfiltered phrases that define life as a real estate agent or investor.This isn’t a vocabulary list.It’s a mirror.A – AgentsplainingWhen an agent explains something obvious with the smugness of a Harvard professor. Usually ends with: “That’s just how it works in this market.”B – Brokerage Kool-Aid DrinkersAgents so deep in their office's cult vibes they’d host open houses during a hurricane… because Brenda from the team said, “It builds character.”C – Commission BreathThat desperate scent of someone who hasn’t closed a deal in 90 days and it shows. You can smell it through the phone.D – Desk Duty Trauma SurvivorsThe agents who did their time waiting for calls that never came, just to hand out pamphlets to people asking for the bathroom.E – Ego EquityA made-up metric used to justify Instagram flexes with zero cash flow behind them.F – Flip-Flop MillionairesInvestors who wear $3 Old Navy sandals but make $80K per wholesale deal. Usually drive a beater… on purpose.G – Google University GraduatesWholesalers who watched 7 YouTube videos and now think they’re smarter than the broker who’s been in the game for 20 years.H – Homeowners Think Investors Are CrooksBecause Aunt Carol’s neighbor once sold her house to a “cash buyer,” and it ended up on a ghost-hunting show.I – Investor MathThe type of math where 70% of ARV minus repairs somehow equals generational wealth… until it doesn’t.J – Joint Venture Gym BrosEvery deal starts with “Let’s JV, bro.” Ends with no HUD and a restraining order.K – Killer InstinctWhat agents claim they have. What investors actually need to survive probate deals and six-family evictions.L – Listings Are for Losers (Said No One With Consistent Income)Every investor’s favorite lie—until they realize good listings build real leads.

M – MLS = Might Lose SalesThe platform agents worship. The platform investors avoid. And both can’t stop complaining about.N – Networking Events Are the New NightclubsAgents flexing listing stats like bottle service receipts. Investors handing out QR codes like mixtapes.O – Off-Market or DieThe tattoo every serious investor would get… if they weren’t busy knocking on pre-foreclosure doors.P – Pre-Foreclosure Stalking Is a SportWake up. Pull leads. Knock at 8 AM. Pretend you’re just “checking on the neighborhood.”Q – Quiet Quitting AgentsYou know them. They list one home a year and spend the rest of their time editing Canva posts with “Top 5 Tips for Homebuyers.”R – Referrals Are the Agent’s Retirement PlanThe ultimate dream: do no lead gen, close deals from 2008 clients forever, and die with a beach house.S – Scripts vs. Survival SkillsAgents rehearse their lines. Investors rehearse how to talk a seller off the ledge in a meth house with no HVAC.T – Tailored Suits vs. Tactical HoodiesIt’s not just clothing. It’s a declaration of war.U – Upside Delusion SyndromeThe investor’s disease where every teardown is “a goldmine with 7 exits.”V – Vision Boards With No ValuationInstagram gurus teaching “mindset” with zero understanding of a T12.W – We Buy Houses Sign WarriorsStaplers in hand, Honda Civic full of corrugated plastic, ready to dominate every telephone pole in the tri-county area.X – Xanax AgentsThe ones who secretly medicate before open houses because Sharon from the brokerage might “pop by.”Y – YouTube University SurvivorsSelf-made “experts” whose portfolio consists of reaction videos and affiliate links.Z – Zillow Is the Agent’s Spirit AnimalIf it’s not on Zillow, it doesn’t exist. And if Zillow says it’s worth more, it must be true.Reminder: If you’re offended… that means it hit a little too close. Welcome to real estate!Now, it's time to break down the hustle science of each side, because how they close says everything about who they are. United States Real Estate Investor United States Real Estate Investor Agents try to schedule closings with supposed scripted charm, usually right after their third iced latte and a motivational quote from their broker’s Instagram. Investors muscle deals to the finish line with gritty hustle, usually fueled by old, cold coffee, eviction notices, and a dying phone on 2% battery. United States Real Estate Investor Scripts, Skip Tracing, and the Science of ClosingHow One Side Uses Charm and Calendly—The Other, Cold Sweat and Hustle.There are two kinds of closers in this game.One uses phrases like “Are mornings or afternoons better for you?” The other is parked outside a distressed duplex, texting a seller’s cousin, waiting for someone to come unlock the damn door.Let’s break down the wild difference between how agents and investors get to the finish line.Agents: The Scripted SeductionAgents don’t close deals. They guide people to closings.They’re trained like actors in a sales bootcamp theater. Every phone call has a framework. Every objection has a “feel–felt–found.”They don’t ask. They nurture.It’s:“Wouldn’t you agree that waiting could cost you more in the long run?”Not:“Look, sell now or lose equity while your water heater floods the crawl space.”They follow the playbook:Lead magnet → CRMCRM → auto follow-upAuto follow-up → calendar inviteCalendar invite → tourTour → staged picsStaged pics → overpriced listingOverpriced listing → prayerIt’s a process.And while it works (sometimes), it’s also… slow. corporate. predictable.Like going on five dates just to maybe get a second base offer.Investors: The Chaos Closer’s CreedNow picture this:The seller hasn’t paid their mortgage in 13 months. The house smells like feral cats. The yard is a jungle.

The investor?Already has a notary on standby.Investors don’t ask for permission.They manufacture urgency.Forget scripts.They improvise based on the type of hoarder house they just walked into.Their tools of trade:Skip tracingCold textingDriving for dollarsTalking to the seller’s brother’s ex-girlfriend for accessThey make offers on the spot. They bring earnest money in cash. They close in 7 days if the title’s clean, and sometimes even if it’s not.Their process?“Problem. Pain. Offer. Pressure. Close.”It’s not cute. But it’s fast.And when it works?It prints money like a broken ATM.Same Destination. Opposite Roads.In the end, both paths lead to the same place: a signed contract.But agents get there with:Email templates“Just checking in” textsAnd five voicemail follow-upsWhile investors get there with:One in-person visitA deal napkinAnd maybe a lock change before escrowBoth believe their way is “the right way.” But honestly?The market doesn’t care how you close.Just that you do.Get ready to strip away the glam and expose the grind, because in real estate, the best-dressed doesn’t always have the biggest bank account. United States Real Estate Investor United States Real Estate Investor Agents dress like success, while investors dress like they just crawled out of a crawl space with equity in their teeth. Investors dress like undercover millionaires, while agents dress like they’re cosplaying at a real estate-themed fashion show. United States Real Estate Investor Fashion Models vs. Flip-Flop MillionairesWho Knew Looking Broke Could Make You Richer Than Your Broker?This is where image meets irony.Where the sharpest suits don’t own equity, and the guy in gym shorts just paid cash for your listing.Let’s talk about what the industry looks like… versus what it’s actually worth.Agents: The High Heels of IllusionThe camera angle is always 45 degrees.The quote is always “just closed!” The car is always leased.Agents curate themselves like lifestyle influencers. They know the brand is the bag.And if you don’t look rich?You might not get rich.So they dress like success:Hair appointments = write-offLuxury handbags = “client impression tools”Designer belts = manifestationBut behind the glam:They’re splitting commissions four waysPaying brokerage desk feesStill renting because “this year is all about branding”Their marketing?Meticulously filtered.Their IG feed?A highlight reel of closings, cappuccinos, and client “celebrations” paid for with maxed-out credit cards.Real estate looks like this, they say.Until you zoom in on the tax returns.Investors: The Flip-Flop Fortune ClubNow, enter the anti-image empire.These people look like they wandered out of a Craigslist gig… but just closed six figures on a burned-out duplex.No suits.No glam.No LinkedIn quotes.Just:Dirt under their nailsBluetooth in their earHoodie they’ve worn since 2018And a $40K check in their gloveboxTheir flex?Not a Rolex. A tenant who pays early.They don’t care if you think they look broke, because their net worth would eat your G-Wagon for breakfast.Their feed?Mostly “before” photos and Google Drive spreadsheets. Sometimes a pic of a wire transfer.But usually… nothing.They’re too busy owning the buildings agents just staged.Image Is a Costume. Wealth Is a Weapon.This section ain’t about who looks better. It’s about who’s winning the long game.One group sells the lifestyle. The other one bankrolls it.And while agents worry about optics... Investors worry about options.If you ever wondered who really runs the show?It’s not the person in the power suit. It’s the one whose name is on the title.If you thought this feud was bad, it's time we turn the spotlight inward, because before agents and investors attack each other...They eat their own. United States Real Estate Investor Behind every smiling team photo

is a passive-aggressive text thread and three agents secretly plotting to poach each other’s listings. Every JV starts with “Let’s get this bread!” and ends with a ghosted HUD statement and a YouTube rant about betrayal. United States Real Estate Investor Internal Beef is Fattier Than the External OneBefore They Hate Each Other, They Cannibalize Their Own.You thought agents hated investors? You thought investors trashed agents?That’s cute.Wait until you see what happens inside their own camps.Agents vs. Agents: Passive-Aggression in PumpsThe brokerage down the street?Trash.The agent on your team?Incompetent.The top producer?Probably cheating the system.No one beefs like real estate agents do with other agents.They smile in group photos—then secretly:Report each other’s signs to the boardTalk trash in broker-only Facebook groupsSpy on each other’s open houses “just to support”Within a brokerage?It’s Mean Girls with lockboxes.One’s stealing leads.One’s skipping meetings.One’s secretly interviewing at eXp… again.And don’t even get started on the team leader drama.They preach “abundance mindset” while hoarding all the good leads like it’s the last can of Spam during the apocalypse.Forget investors.Agents will destroy each other before closing day ever arrives.Investors vs. Investors: Every JV Is a Time BombNow, swing the camera over to the investor crowd.Same bloodshed.Just dirtier.Every so-called “partnership” is one blown budget away from betrayal.It starts with:“We’re in this 50/50, bro.”It ends with:“Where’s the HUD, bro?”Investors fall out over:Ghosted buyersShady contractorsInflated ARVsInstagram egosOne too many “Let’s JV” DMsThe silent truth?Most investor-on-investor hate comes from a scarcity mindset and a serious case of guru envy.They think:“If he’s getting deals, I’m not.”Or worse:“He’s not even doing deals—just selling a course.”The guru grift?It’s created thousands of keyboard warriors who haven’t touched drywall but will fight to the death over exit strategy philosophy in the comments section.Why the Self-Hate Runs So DeepBoth sides want the same thing:Control. Validation. Survival.But they can’t get it from outsiders. So they claw for it from the people closest to them.And that’s the irony:Agents don’t trust other agents. Investors don’t trust other investors. Yet both want loyalty, trust, and JV partners who “add value.”Good luck with that!Until the mirror becomes the marketplace, they’ll keep punching sideways instead of forward.If you've read this far, it's obvious you're a glutton for drama.In this next section, I bring you childish pettiness and unfiltered spice.This is what makes group chats explode and inboxes go silent. United States Real Estate Investor One-liners sharper than a signed contract, because sometimes the real estate beef hits harder than the comps. United States Real Estate Investor Savage Sound Bites from the Front LinesDirect Quotes. No Censorship. Just Heat.You want raw?We brought napalm.None of this is theory.This is what agents and investors are really saying when the cameras are off and the contracts fall through.These sound bites?They sting because they’re either your truth or your trauma.Investor Disses on Agents“Agents list problems. Investors solve them.”“They dress like fashion models but cry over a $10K price drop.”“If it’s not on the MLS, they’re lost.”“They need three pre-approvals just to feel alive.”“Agents sell homes. We build empires.”“You think commission is cash flow? That’s adorable.”“They spend more time posing for headshots than analyzing deals.”“Ask them what a cap rate is. Watch the silence.”Agent Disses on Investors“Investors? You mean lowballers with delusions of grandeur?”“They learned real estate from TikTok and think they’re moguls.”“They call it ‘wholesaling’—we call it ‘scamming.’”“One YouTube video and now they’re Grant Cardone?”“They think rules are optional.

Good luck in court.”“If it’s not legal or licensed, they’re doing it.”“Investors wear the same hoodie for five years and call it branding.”“Most of them can’t even spell ‘disclosure.’”Mutual Insults: Truce-Busting Truth Bombs“Both think they’re better than the other—and both can’t close without each other.”“One gets listings. The other gets lawsuits.”“They both think they’re the smartest in the room—until a buyer ghosts them.”“Both worship at the altar of leverage… just with different pastors.”“Neither can agree on valuation, but both agree Zillow is trash.”What should you do with the trash talk you just read?I can think of a few things...Use it for memes.Use it for ad copy.Use it as a verbal flamethrower in your next networking event.Behind every deal that didn’t close is a quote like this muttered in a parking lot. United States Real Estate Investor United States Real Estate Investor One clings to the MLS, the other grabs the deed, because in real estate, the real war is over who gets to write the rules. United States Real Estate Investor This is where the gloves are off...And the masks come off, too.Because this battle?It was never just about deals.The Real Fight: Power, Control, and Who Gets to Call the ShotsIt’s Not About the Deal. It’s About the Throne.Let’s stop pretending.Agents don’t hate investors because of ethics.Investors don’t hate agents because of rules.They hate each other because they both want to be the alpha.This is a turf war.A control issue.A full-on Game of Thrones episode, just with lockboxes and loan docs.Agents: Gatekeepers of the KingdomAgents were taught that they’re the authority.They control the MLS.They know the contracts.They wear the name tags.The entire system was built to make them feel like the industry’s gatekeepers.Want to list a property? Go through an agent.Want comps? Ask an agent.Want access? Schedule with an agent.It’s power built on access, on permission.But here’s what keeps them up at night:Investors don’t need their permission.Investors: Rebels with the DeedInvestors don’t knock.They kick doors open.While agents are waiting for signatures, investors are getting signatures.They operate outside the box.Sometimes outside the law (oops).Definitely outside the MLS.Their power comes from:Direct-to-seller dealsControlling contractsStructuring termsCreative finance sorceryThey don’t need a listing. They create inventory.And that scares the hell out of agents, because suddenly, they’re not the only ones with leverage.The True Battleground: NarrativeWho owns the story?The agent wants to say: “I sold that house.”The investor wants to say: “I controlled that deal.”One wants credit. The other wants cash flow. Both want influence.This whole thing isn’t about sales vs. flips. It’s about who gets to define success in real estate.And until that gets settled?Every interaction is a silent power play:Who gets to speak first?Who “brings the buyer?”Who sets the price?Who walks away with the real win? United States Real Estate Investor When hustle meets polish, deals close faster, flips sell higher, and egos finally take a backseat to profit. United States Real Estate Investor This is when the script flips and the magic (and money) starts to happen.When the Shark Meets the SalespersonStrange Bedfellows or the Greatest Team in Real Estate History?Let’s pause the bloodshed for a second.Because when agents and investors stop throwing shade and start throwing deals, something wild happens:The dream team forms.From Friction to FirepowerMost real estate partnerships start with suspicion:“What’s this agent trying to charge me for?” “What’s this investor trying to get away with?”But then… the stars align:The investor has a cash offer and no buyer’s agent.The agent has a listing that’s about to expire.They both want the same thing: a closing that actually closes.

And suddenly, instead of stepping on each other…They start stacking each other’s strengths.Real Examples of When It WorksThe Flip Boost: An investor rehabs a disaster. An agent stages it like HGTV had a baby with Restoration Hardware. Result? $42K over asking. Double the offers. Done in a weekend.The “Double Dip” Deal: Agent brings the seller, investor brings the buyer, and they both walk away with cash and content for their marketing reels.The Covert Wholesale Assist: Investor finds a killer off-market deal but needs credibility. Agent steps in, legitimizes it, gets paid, and now they’ve got a steady source of leads from “the dark side.”The Creative Close: The Investor can't get the seller to budge. Agent steps in with rapport and market data. Boom! Terms accepted, deal closed, and everyone wins.When You Blend Hustle and PolishInvestors bring:HustleSpeedOff-market magicCreative financeAgents bring:StructureLegitimacyMarketing firepowerEndless client pipelinesTogether?They can:Move deals in daysGet top-dollar exitsOutmaneuver anyone stuck in one mindsetBut only if the egos step aside long enough to shake hands.Because here’s the truth bomb:“The best investor has a rockstar agent in their pocket.” “And the smartest agent? Has an investor feeding them deals before they hit the market.” United States Real Estate Investor The Agent/Investor Partnership Survival Guide (How to Profit Without Killing Each Other)Read Now When agents and investors stop competing and start collaborating, they don’t just close more—they reshape the entire real estate game. United States Real Estate Investor Time to drop the mic!From Petty to PartnershipTurns Out, the Real Estate Power Couple Was Right in Front of Us the Whole Time.All that drama, shade, sound bites, and Instagram subtweets?Turns out… it was just foreplay.Agents and investors...They were never meant to destroy each other.They were meant to dominate together!The Agent AlonePolished.Connected.Trained to serve, but stuck in a cycle of lead gen, late nights, and constant “value-based follow-ups.”They have:Market knowledgeCRM systemsEndless access to retail buyersBut they crave:Bigger paydaysOwnershipA seat at the investor tableThe Investor AloneRuthless.Fast.Vision-driven, but always on the hunt, always one deal away from burnout.They have:Off-market masteryHustle for daysKiller instinctsBut they need:CredibilityExposureHelp navigating the polished side of real estateThe Partnership That Prints WealthWhat if instead of flexing on each other…They co-invested?What if agents stopped looking down on wholesaling and learned how to leverage it?What if investors stopped mocking headshots and let agents help them exit smarter?Because when you combine:An agent’s polishWith an investor’s gritAnd a shared obsession with winningYou don’t just close deals.You build an empire.The Final Truth of It AllThis was never about who’s better.It’s about how powerful they could be if they stopped battling and started building.So here’s the truce:Agents: Learn to invest. Control your future.Investors: Partner with pros. Scale faster.Both: Get over yourselves. There’s too much money on the table.From petty to partnership? It’s not just possible. It’s the next evolution of the entire industry.And the ones who get there first?They won’t just win deals.They’ll own the game.The Roast Was Real, But the Respect Runs DeeperWriting this article was a total blast!It gave me the chance to poke fun at both real estate agents and investors in a way that was light-hearted, brutally honest, and hopefully just the right amount of uncomfortable, with which many of you could identify.There’s something incredibly fun about spotlighting the quirks, egos, and daily grind of these two very different, but equally passionate groups.But beyond the jokes and satire, there’s a deeper truth here: agents and investors aren’t enemies.They’re not polar opposites.In fact, they’re often missing exactly what the other brings to the table.

Agents bring structure, style, and systems. Investors bring grit, guts, and the willingness to make wild deals happen fast.When the two stop judging and start collaborating, they unlock something powerful.So yes, we laughed, we jabbed, and we called out the nonsense, but this was also a real love letter to both sides of the industry.When agents and investors team up, they don’t just close more deals, they change the game entirely.If you enjoyed this fun article, use the widget on the left side and PLEASE SHARE with all your social media connections, friends, family, and colleagues who may also get a chuckle out of this piece. You would be doing us a huge favor.Don't forget to leave your comments below!Thanks for reading 100 Real Estate Agents vs. 100 Real Estate Investors (The Battle No One Asked For—But Everyone Deserves)! United States Real Estate Investor Private Reviewers, Thank You!I'd like to take a moment to thank all the industry pros who took the time to review this article before publishing. Your input was greatly valued.Adam Hamilton, REI Hub"Though investors and agents certainly have their differences—and those can be hard to see past—ultimately, both are made stronger when they realize that those differences can in fact be complementary. This article takes a strong, and funny, look at the differences between investors and agents and then ultimately reminds us of how strong we can be when we work together."Paul Anderson, Vertical Funding Capital"This article perfectly explains the misperceptions and differences between real estate agents and real estate investors. It’s very funny, yet also spot-on accurate. Whether you are a veteran or new to the real estate world, this is a must-read!"Victoria Holman, Victoria's Impressions of Love“After reading this article, it made me realize that everyone involved with real estate, whether it's investors, agents, etc., should all tighten up on their game and realize their position with each other.”Randall Yates, Vet Home Search“Entertaining and honest as hell! This article says what most folks are too careful to admit. If more agents and investors read this, they’d stop flexing and start actually working together.”Levi Rodgers, VA Loan Network“A brutally funny, dead-on look at the real estate ego wars. As a broker who works with investors daily, I’ve seen both sides win and lose. This piece doesn’t just entertain, it calls the whole industry to level up.”Jen Du Plessis, Kinetic Spark Consulting, LLC“Antonio hit the nail on the head, literally! People think them feel comfortable that they are dealing with a professional, not some fly-by-night scammer."

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Synopsis:

Unbeknown to Marinette, Max recommends a thriller, horror game to help bridge Marinette's and Adrien's relationship closer. After all, a little stress wouldn't kill anyone. (ML x Phasmophobia) 

FF | Ao3 | Wattpad | DA || Or read below ^^

References:

(c) Miraculous: The Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir belongs to Thomas Astruc Zag Toons (c) Phasmophobia belongs to Kinetic Games (c) Why Did I Agree to Do This at 2 AM? - Phasmophobia (1)  (c) In the name of fanfic research... - Phasmophobia (2) 

A/N: It’s been 6 years since I last wrote a fanfic.

"Say Marinette," a short mocha-skin boy with square-framed glasses turned his attention from his laptop's screen and faced a teenage girl with ultramarine pigtails, "I've got a game recommendation for you and Adrien to play together."

"Me and Adrien?!" she stammered with the mention of the model's name ending with a higher octave. "I mean-" she said rather quickly in an attempt to regain composure, "Game! I mean what game d-did you have in mind?"

Restraining his own amusement from further embarrassing the teenager from her obvious crush-attack, Max Kanté continued, "There's a popular game currently blowing up in the gaming community called Phasmophobia. Have you heard of it?"

Marinette responded by shaking her head from side to side.

"That's perfect. Well, make sure you download the game before your next da-game night with Adrien," Max had quickly adjusted his phrase as soon as he caught glimpse of said blond model approaching them. "I think you two will have an amazing time working together and solving problems."

"Wait... "Marinette contemplated, "What kind of game needs me to pair up with Adrien? Can't I do it with you?"

"Hey Marinette! Hey Max!'' the young model greeted, which then resulted in Marinette flailing her hands in the air and falling backward. Much to Marinette's chagrin and embarrassment, Adrien had reflexively caught her with ease. "You alright, Marinette?" Adrien asked concerned.

Marinette squealed as she jumped back whilst shrieking, "I'm alright! Just being clumsy as usual! Hahaha!"

Adrien shot her an affectionate gaze and replied, "Glad to see you're alright though." Then turning his attention to the notorious gamer in their class, "what was this about a game about tag-teaming, Max? I hope I didn't come in at an awkward time."

"Not at all," Max responded whilst adjusting his glasses with his index finger pressed on the bridge of his frames. "I was just telling Marinette that you should both play Phasmophobia on your next game night."

"Phasmophobia?" Adrien pondered," I haven't heard of that game before."

"The game is relatively new and is as popular as Among Us," the gamer replied," But I heard it's easy to get immersed into the game."

"Immersive?" The statement had piqued Marinette's interest, "Sounds like an interesting game!"

"I think so too!" Adrien agreed wholeheartedly, "Let's play it tonight, Marinette!"

"What?" the ultramarine pigtail was taken aback. Adrien had responded to her surprise by wearing the same reserved smile accompanied by an arched brow. "I, uh... I mean it's not that I don't like you, Adrien, I like you! I-uh, I mean I like you like a good friend. I'm just- I'm just surprised to hear... you'll play with me tonight..." Marinette's shpeal was as sporadic as her personality around the young model beginning with clumsy phrases then explosive and fast-spoken, then tapering off to a flustered whisper.

"My plans were canceled today. My photographer caught a cold and asked Nathalie to reschedule."

"Oooh!" Marinette chuckled nervously, "That's great! I mean-uh-it's not great that your photographer fell ill, but it's great that you can finally have more time for yourself!"

"Yeah!" the model agreed. "Although I feel bad for my photographer, I can't wait to try out this new game tonight."

"By the way you guys, for the best experience, please do the following: play only at night, turn off Push to Talk under the PC Settings, always test your audio under the Audio section, and wear headphones before you start the game."

Both the model and aspiring designer mirrored serious and contemplative expressions whilst staring at the ground. The sight before the young genius was nothing short of comical. He understood then why Alya and Nino got a good kick teasing these two.

Marinette had mouthed the list until she had reached the third step and had closed her mouth abruptly. Meanwhile, Adrien had one hand resting against his hip while his other hand had his thumb and index knuckle had cupped his chin while he stared at the ground as if he were recalling a script. Then, with sudden and synchronous timing, the duo's expressions snapped back to look at the young gamer. Marinette had been the one to break the silence, "Could you repeat that to us one more time?''

"I'll send you two detailed instructions on Discord, just make sure you hit Play and ignore Training."

• • •

"Okay, so according to Max, the first step would be to take care of the setup," Marinette stated in a private call with Adrien. To her embarrassment and respecting her crush's wishes, Marinette and Adrien had decided to keep their videos on in process of setting up and familiarizing themselves with the game."

"Headphones. Check. Nighttime. Check." Adrien read the list aloud, "All that's left now is running the game.

"Right,'" Marinette agreed, "while you run the game, I'll read the other instructions for us!"

"Perfect."

"Once you begin the game, use your mouse to turn the direction of your player and move with the WASD keys."

"Woah," Adrien stared with amazement as soon as he was loaded into the game. He was greeted with a howling wind, a chorus of crickets, and a male's voice-it was low and muffled with a familiar quality similar to ones heard from a radio station-stating, "Welcome back! I've got some jobs ready for you!" He began to move his mouse and did what all typical players did at the beginning of each session and began to drag his mouse side to side which resulted in a whiplashing blur of graphics to take place across his screen and proceeded to say, "Woaaaahhh!"

"Is everything alright, Adrien?" the confused teenage girl asked, voice thick with concern.

"No, it's nothing," Adrien answered embarrassedly. He couldn't believe he had done that. Adrien felt the black kwami's emerald eyes staring judgingly at him, but he dared not meet his gaze. Instead, the blond teenager had slid his hand onto his lap in hopes to prevent himself from behaving dorkily and wore a nervous smile. He had almost forgotten that he was in a video call with Marinette and glimpsed at his second monitor where he saw a confused expression etched on Marinette's face. Thank God… It seems she saw nothing.

"Alright," her answer was stressed but had reluctantly moved on to the task much to his relief. "So after we're in the game, Max had mentioned finding the board, which is located to the left of the character, and click the board."

Gliding his hand over his mouse once more, Adrien guided his character to turn to the board and do as instructed. Upon clicking the whiteboard, the same radio-muffled voice greeted him, "Looks like there are others out there in need of help."

"Okay. I've done it, Marinette. What's next?"

"Complete the following: select Options then click on Audio and click Test found next to Voice Recognition. Read the text aloud. If the text states it can hear you then you can move on. Note: this audio should already be presetted with your PC."

"Say Give us a sign. Oh! That's cool, the bottom text says We heard you, "Adrien reported back.

"Give us a sign?" Marinette asked curiously, "I wonder why this game needs voice recognition."

"It probably has a puzzle that needs us to talk in order to solve it," the model surmised, "This is so awesome! I have never played a puzzle game where we needed to talk before."

"It definitely a unique feature," the aspiring designer agreed. "Okay, next, click PC Settings, scroll down, and click Local Push to Talk to: Off."

"Okay."

"When you're finished, click back and return to the main board screen and click Play. Have you or Adrien create a private room by selecting Create Private while the other selects Join Private. The host will find the mute code on the top-right screen. Click the eye image to reveal the code. The host will give the code to the other player after they select Join Game. Have the host Select a Job and press Select, have each player click Ready Up, and have the host select Start to begin the game."

"Sounds easy enough. I'll set up the room while you finish doing all of the tasks," Adrien proposed. "Do you think Edgefield Street House sounds like a good place?"

"Sure! Sounds like a good plan," Mariette chirped, "Do you mind guiding me on the steps as well?"

"No problem."

• • •

"Our room code is 240833," Adrien announced.

"Our room," Marinette sighed infatuatedly.

"Yes, our room code, Marinette," Adrien smiled sweetly to her.

"R-right," Marinette stammered. She forgot Adrien could still see her, but she wouldn't be able to see his face and expressions... If only I had a second monitor… "Since it's both of our first time playing the game, I guess this is where we click Ready Up then start the game," Marinette continued.

"Awesome. Now, this is the part where we mute ourselves on Discord. We should be able to hear each other with the game's audio," the young model added and proceeded to mute himself on Discord.

"Right," Marinette followed suit by minimizing her game followed by selecting the mic button. Catching a glimpse of her partner, Marinette smiled at him. Surprisingly Adrien had caught glimpse of Marinette's smile and exchanged a smile and a wave. To Marinette's horror, a scream of embarrassment had lodged itself in her throat and her smile became a tense line that hid back her flustered expression. All she could do was wave faster and giggle painfully awkwardly and nervously until she had clicked the game to become full screen once again. Smooth, Marinette, she grimaced internally while forcing a calm expression on her face as to not freak out her crush from her freaking out over her raging emotions from being around him. She had forgotten that Adrien had a second monitor. Be cool, Marinette. It's just Adrien. It's just Adrien. It's just- "Adrien?" she said aloud.

"Oh, hey Marinette!" Adrien called back. "Now that that takes care of the immersion checklist and completing all of Max's tasks. Let's start the ga-"

"Wait!" Marinette interrupted, "I think we should write down some notes about the game's hotkeys."

"Great idea! Max was really considerate about completing that task for us. I wonder why he had gone ahead and gave us these keys rather than letting us play the Training section."

"He said something about it being a solo-trip and being time-consuming," Marinette recalled as she scribbled down the hotkeys on a sticky note and placed it on the bottom frame of her monitor. "Ready?"

"Just about..." Adrien answered as he scribbled the last instructions,"... and done. Ready to start?"

"Yup!"

"And we're in."

Both Adrien and Marinette waited patiently as the loading screen loaded up to 100%. Below the loading statement, the duo read the provided hint: Don't stay in the dark too long.

"Don't stay in the dark too long?" Adrien read aloud, "I wonder what that means."

"Maybe our characters will lose sanity if we stayed in the dark too long! Sounds like there'll be some puzzles that will need to be completed under a time limit," Marinette speculated.

"Wow this game just sounds interesting by the minute," the model exclaimed, unable to withhold his excitement.

Marinette giggled concurringly, "It sure does."

The first things that greeted Marinette and Adrien after loading into the game were a bright clock with a design of black and white halved horizontally. In the bottom was a dark frame that contained what seems to be an American round monument with several pillars upholding a dome-No. Upon further observation, an American car-a Hudson Sedan perhaps-was made out due to the window, silver framework, and the two headlights. The dark background made it quite difficult to notice the outline had the individual lacked sharp eyes and attention to details, but Marinette was not one of them. Her sharp attention to detail also made out two indiscernible, dark checkered flags poking out of the ends of the vehicle's framework. Above it, a Route 66 plate is found off the right end while a large Garage text occupied the other half. Below it contained two smaller and incomprehensible texts positioned off the right and hiding behind the clock's hands.

A packaged brown box was found on the right shelf with exquisite details including a gray tape, a white stamp address with a bard code, an arrow pointing upwards, and a text below the arrow stating, This side up.

"Amazing," Marinette blurted admiringly, "this game has so much attention to details."

"You bet," Adrien agreed as he observed the objects about the room. Then a distant, muffled sound of the same fuzzy, male voice, that had greeted the duo at the launch of the game, had gained the pair's attention. It was then a computer, stationed at one end of their location, had caught both Adrien and Marinette's attention and the two proceeded to approach it. While doing so, they noticed not only the male's voice growing stronger and more coherent, but also how unsettlingly loud their characters' footsteps were with each movement.

"… and get set up before investigating. And remember to check the whiteboard for help. There've been reports of violence on site. Please be careful."

"Violence?" Adrien repeated. "You think there'll be an encounter with a villain?"

"Sounds like it," the Marinette answered, "I guess the developers wanted not just variety but also to increase the game's difficulty."

"I always love a fun challenge," the model stated eagerly, his voice drenched with baited excitement, "I'll keep you safe while you work on the puzzles, Marinette."

A warm blush gently blanketed the freckles of the young designer's face. She smiled bashfully and stared at her screen, grateful that she could not see his expression as she uttered, affectionately. "Thank you, Adrien."

"Anytime."

Directing her attention to the sticky note resting on her monitor, Marinette began guiding both she and Adrien into familiarizing themselves with the hotkeys of the game. "Now according to the notes, it seems that we can squat with C."

Adrien then began to squat and move his perspective elsewhere. The action resulted in an inhumane and unnatural human position in which Adrien's character had his upper body lying completely back as if it were lying on an invisible table whereas his lower half remained squatting. Marinette found herself unable to hold back her laughter from the inhumane contortion.

"What's so funny?" Adrien smiled.

"You should see how you look right now! Wait, let me show you!" Marinette proceeded to mirror Adrien's action and had almost immediately heard the model's laughter.

"What with this position!? Is this even humanely possible?!" Adrien cackled.

"Right!?" Marinette agreed as she wiped a tear from her eye."

"I guess we figured out one solution to prevent intruders from completing our tasks. Let's just hope that they feel weirded out and leave us alone."

"You're funny, Adrien!" Marinette complimented, "It's a nice guess, but I doubt that the moderators thought of this as a possible defense option." The ultramarine teenager then proceeded with playing around with the hotkeys. She turned to a book and brought the small circle cursor to hover over it and clicked the E key. "Oh! It seems I picked up a book..." Marinette's character waved it about, much to Adrien's amusement, and couldn't resist snickering when he saw his teammate's wonky gestures as she shook the book up and down in that inhumane arch and unnatural, half laid back extension. Marinette couldn't help but giggle due to his contagious snickering. "Alright, Adrien," a laugh made its way into her statement, "What would you do with this book if you were told hold one?"

"Probably to write notes or evidence," the blond teenager surmised amusingly. "I'm pretty sure waving your book in your manner won't win you some game points."

Marinette laughed, "You're not wrong. But it would be nice to figure out how to use the pencil somehow."

It was then Adrien's turn to pick up an object and turn to Marinette.

"Nice! You found a camera."

"I wonder if we use this for taking pictures of the evidence. How do I-" the sound of a shutter is heard as he took a picture of Marinette holding the book. "Nevermind. But it looks like I got myself a sus squatter in this shot."

"Make sure to remember the squatter's face when it's time for questioning," Marinette laughed. "But say... Don't we have a limited amount of pictures?" Marinette's character returned to her upright position.

"Uh... I think I noticed the 5 change into a 4," Adrien mumbled nervously, his mirth fading, "Sorry, Marinette."

"I think we can still work with 4 pictures. You can hold on to the camera, I'll pick up a flashlight and... whatever this is..." She finds what appeared to be a walkie-talkie and holds it up to her teammate.

"What is it?"

"Uhh... I think it's some type of walkie talkie."

"Try right-clicking it."

The sound of static immediately floods their entire room and startled Marinette with a shriek," Ah!" She immediately right-clicked once again to turn off the object.

"That must be the voice box."

"The voice box?" The teenage girl repeated, "what are we supposed to do with this? Record voice memos?"

"Not sure, but Max said it'll be useful to have. So while you have the notebook and the voice box, I'll carry the camera and EMF reader."

"What's that?"

"Looks like a remote, but it should be able to react in certain places," Adrien read Max's notes aloud.

"Ugh," Marinette groaned, "I feel a little overwhelmed with all of these gadgets."

"Don't worry, Marinette, give yourself some time and I'm sure that you'll get the hang of it." Adrien watched as Marinette's tense expression relaxed and softened from their video call.

"Thank you, Adrien." Marinette felt so lucky to have Adrian as her gaming buddy. She hoped that he could see how safe he made her feel. "Okay, is there anything else we need to do?"

"According to Max's note, it said that we need to read the board, have each of us carry three items where one of them must be a flashlight for each of us, and to use the key when we're both ready to enter the house. Left-click on the door and move your cursor to open the door," Adrien concluded reading.

"Did Max happen to describe which of these two rods are the flashlight?"

"Hang on..." Adrien paused as he rolled his mouse to find the keywords, "Here we go. They should be the long ones. The short ones are the UV lights that detect fingerprints."

"Fingerprints!? That's so cool! I can't believe this game has this level of detective skills and gadgets! This reminds me of our class project when- " Marinette's words trailed when a flashback of how she and Adrien had almost shared a kiss until Chloe had barged in and interrupted them.

"I remember! It was that time when Mylène was akumatized into Horrificator, right?" Adrien recalled excitedly.

Marinette nodded and giggled nervously. She wondered if he thought about that moment as well. Her cheeks had suddenly felt warm.

"I'm sure you'll be a great detective in this game, Marinette," the green-eyed model encouraged.

"Thanks, Adrien," Marinette smiled warmly. She breathed in a deep, lungful of air and exhaled. Then rolling her shoulders back and cracking the tension from her neck, Marinette began to hype herself, "Okay, I got this. I got this!"

"We've got this," Adrien agreed.

Marinette felt her heart was about to burst. She was sure that if she saw his face, she would've been in an even bigger mess. "So..." she giggled nervously to shake off her flustered emotions. "Anything else Max advised?"

"When your flashlight blinks, find the nearest room and close the door. Listen to the door click to confirm it is closed and stay away from the door."

"I'm surprised this game has a chasing function. I thought we were just looking for clues," Marinette commented.

"Maybe the developers wanted to increase the challenge. After all, looking for clues sounds like an easy task, solving puzzles in the dark could become an easy task over time, and since there are two of us, having one of us fight off an intruder may even be easy," the model theorized and recounted.

"I can see that," the pig-tailed teenager agreed, "Any more comments from Max?"

"Nope, he just said G-L-H-F."

"Sounds like we're ready to go."

"Yup. I'll read the whiteboard first, so you go on ahead and wait by the door."

"Got it!" Marinette began to walk to one end of the truck, where the monitor stayed then back to the opposite end. "Uh, Adrien, how do I get out again?"

"Oh, right. You have to left-click the number pad on the wall to your left."

"Alright!" Marinette clicked the number pad as instructed and heard a mechanical grumble almost immediately. She noticed the door began to move and lower itself downwards to create a ramp. "See you in a bit."

As soon as Marinette had stepped outside of the vehicle, Marinette no longer heard the humming of the fluorescent light but the light wind and soft crickets. The sounds produced in the game were accurate to evenings when she strolled outside her or patrolled the streets of Paris. She couldn't help but say, "Wow." She continued her stroll and walked to the door whilst fumbling and flickering with the light as she waited for her partner.

• • •

Adrien had taken note of how distant Marinette's clear voice had faded away due to their proximity and found himself agreeing with Marinette's distant, "Wow." He couldn't help himself and grin before turning his attention back to the whiteboard:

Objective 1: Discover what type of Ghost we are dealing with. Objective 2: Get a ghost to walk through salt. Objective 3: Cleanse the area near the Ghost using smudge sticks. Objective 4: find evidence of paranormal with an EMF reader.

I've done some more investigating for you. Looks like the ghost's name is John Garcia. This ghost also seems to respond to everyone. You should be able to use its name to anger it and get some paranormal activity. Make sure to refer to your Journal and write any evidence you find.

"Oh no..." Adrien sighed aloud, then remembering that Marinette could possibly hear his voice, he had dropped his voice a few decibels, "Marinette's going to hate this when she finds out..."

• • •

"Oh no..."

Marinette's ears perked to Adrien's soft and muffled voice. She couldn't make out what words had followed after and she found herself moving walking back to the vehicle and stopped midway to get his attention. "Adrien? What's wrong?" Marinette's voice grew stronger as she neared him. "Can you hear me? Are you alright?"

"I.. uh..." Adrien hesitated. He recalled how much Marinette had disliked horror-themed films and displayed fear when they had snuck into the movie months ago. He wasn't sure how much more freaked out she would be if she found out what they were playing. "I'll tell you when I come over there.''

"Okay..." Marinette replied, giving him the benefit of doubt. She returned to her post in front of the door and waited for her partner.

Marinette probably hadn't realized the game was a ghost hunting excavation. As much as he would have loved to not tell her and witness her reactions firsthand, he recalled their trip to the Musée Grévin and his small prank on her. "It's probably better to just stay honest, "he muttered to himself as he walked to meet Marinette by the door.

"I think you should let her figure it out once you're both in the house," a mischievous black kitten-like kwami interjected.

"Shh!" Adrien gestured and hissed out. Then pushing the microphone from his cheek further from his lips, the model added, "That's a terrible idea, Plagg."

"I think it'd be a hilarious memory."

"Of course not."

"Did you say something, Adrien," Marinette's voice sounded similar to the male NPC's voice accompanied by white static. "I can't really hear what you're saying."

"It's nothing, I was just thinking out loud. I'll be there in a sec."

"Take all the time you need."

"Not another word," Adrien whispered to his mischievous kwami.

Plagg stuck his tongue out cheekily and returned to hugging and devouring small pieces of his Camembert. He knew better than to give Adrien's identity away to the current Ladybug miraculous owner, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun from time to time.

• • •

"What was it that you wanted to tell me?" the curious blue-bell-eyed teenager asked.

"Well... to be honest with you, I think you're not going to enjoy much of this game," Adrien began. "I kind of realized that this game is a ghost-hunting game."

Marinette's actions came to a halt and blinked once, then twice. "I-I'm not sure if I heard you correctly, Adrien. But correct me if I'm wrong... Did you say g-ghost hunting?" Marinette stammered. She felt the words ghost hunting plummet in her stomach.

"Yeah, and I remembered that you mentioned not being a fan of anything horror-related films. So I can't imagine you enjoying yourself playing a horror-themed game. I understand if you feel uncomfortable, so you're welcome to quit if you want."

Marinette sat with trepidations and weighed her feeling next to Adrien. First, she felt herself melt when Adrien had not only taken notice of what Marinette had disliked, but he had also remembered them. These acknowledgments were enough to motivate her to play the game. Second, she recalled how excited Adrien had sounded as they continued exploring the game prior to learning that the game was a horror-themed video game. She would not forgive herself if she had backed out and left Adrien feeling disappointed that he had to back out because of her. The final motivation had been the amount of effort that the two had already invested to become familiarized with the game and its hotkey settings. Marinette was genuinely afraid but... Adrien did genuinely sound excited since earlier that day. Swallowing her fear, Marinette answered." No, it's fine. We're already here so we might as well..."

"Are you sure, Marinette?'' The boy's voice was drenched with concern.

"I-I-It's not bad to give something a chance at least once!" Marinette raised two thumbs and mustered the best smile she could wear without giving away her anxiety.

Adrien had considered that Marinette may have been pushing herself for his sake. "But Marinette-"

"I-I want to give this game a chance rather than hide behind saying no," the ultramarine teenager insisted, mustering the confidence and conviction to play this game. "I won't know until I try, right?"

Adrien sighed, touched by her obvious efforts to be brave for his sake. He felt truly moved by her kind gesture. "Okay, just know that I'm here with you, Marinette. I'll be next to you every step of the way."

Hearing his comforting words made Marinette feel like her stomach housed millions of butterflies. "Please don't leave me, Adrien." Marinette was shocked by her own words.

"I won't," she heard his gentle voice reply. Then turning to the door, Adrien asked once more, "Ready?"

Adrien heard Marinette take a sharp deep breath and exhaled.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

The door to the Edgefield Street House had opened silently, but one step into the home had sent all of Marinette's butterflies to swarm in the most unpleasant and uncomfortable places. Another step into the house, Marinette wondered if her character's footsteps had always been obnoxiously loud.

Author's Note:

It has been 6 long years since I've picked up a pencil and spent endless days writing a story. I'm pretty proud of the results! Writing this was pretty spontaneous, since my partner, our friends, and I have been playing Phasmophobia for quite some time now! :3

This lil fic is going to be a two-shot, and I apologize since this story was supposed to be released 5 days ago, but the problem for the long edit was due to being unhappy with what I wrote. I ended up re-writing some of the details during my editing progress. The final part of this fic will be following a similar process and may take a couple days to a week to complete. I hope you guys are understanding and patient, the process is quite long ;'(

To give you a quick overview, I love handwriting my stories since the very beginning of publishing my fanfics. Typing from my paper to the computer had always been a lengthy process, but now I have a tablet where it can change my handwriting to text (amazing right?!) and then I can send this text file to my email. The process after that is to copy/paste to OneNote where I can easily focus on reading and editing my work. Oftentimes, my first draft (writing) misses some details and I have a tendency to add more details during the reading and editing process.

That being said, I hope you guys have enjoyed reading this little fun fic! I truly enjoyed writing this and visualizing Marinette and Adrien being in a video call on Discord and guiding each other with the technical functions of the game. While writing the scene where the game had loaded the characters in the van, I actually got scared when thunder struck during the process of collecting all of the NPC quotes from the tutorial game. I actually decided not to let Marinette and Adrien do the tutorial scene because of my first-hand experience playing in the tutorial... my boyfriend told me to play the tutorial scene and I'd like to share that I was petrified beyond words. I have actually live-streamed myself playing Phasmophobia and my fanfiction will be significantly referencing it. If you would like to see my references and enjoy a good laugh the video is titled Why Did I Agree to Do This at 2 AM?- Phasmophobia (1) by Hannybunnns.

For the second part of the fic, I have already filmed a second video where I had actually played at the Edgefield Street House... solo-player. I had hinted at some events that I will mention in the next fic so if you guys are interested to see a glimpse of what part 2 will be having, the video to look for is In the name of fanfic research... - Phasmophobia (2) by Hannybunnns.

I will be working on part 2 and possibly a sequel including our favorite duo's besties in the future playing this game! Let me know what you guys think and I'll answer future comments/questions in the next author's note.

[graaythekwami]

A Good Actor - ML one-shot

Summary: To avoid auditioning for the role of Ladybug, Marinette finds herself trying out as Chat Noir for a school performance. It’s just her luck that she’s trying out with Adrien, who she can barely get a sentence out around. So when she’s told to improv the heroes’ patrol night she does the easiest thing– and repeats exactly what Chat Noir said to her on patrol last night.

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“Y-you want me to what?” Marinette cried, taking a step back, staring at Alya with wide eyes.

“I want you to play Ladybug for the school performance!” Alya said, holding up the poster excitedly. “Every class needs to send in a video of two students to audition for the role of Ladybug and Chat Noir, and just about everyone in our class agreed that you’d be the perfect Ladybug!”

“Hahaha, me? Perfect Ladybug? What are you talking about we’re nothing alike,” Marinette said hastily. “I’d just trip across the stage and get tangled up in the yoyo string if I tried it, you know me!”

“For once I actually agree with Dupain-Cheng,” Chloe piped up from the other side of the room, arms crossed. “I would be a much better Ladybug than she would ever be!”

Alya ignored her, pressing closer with a smile. “Yes you, girl! Who better than our ‘everyday Ladybug’? I saw you dressed up for Clara Nightingale’s video, and you pulled off Ladybug’s costume so well. And sure you can be a bit clumsy sometimes, but that doesn’t mean a thing. Remember when we were shooting that school film and you were going to step in as an actor? You were doing awesomely!”

“B-but wouldn’t you be a better Ladybug?” Marinette stuttered out. “I mean you run her blog, you probably know the most about her, you’d pull off Ladybug perfectly! You’re her number one fan!”

Alya grinned. “Also, did I mention that we’re going to have Adrien play Chat Noir? That’d mean you’d get to play a role where Adrien’s flirting with you, and even if you guys aren’t chosen as the final actors you’d get to spend some time with him...”

Marinette was mad that this made her pause for a moment– because that was not how she was supposed to act as a superhero. Rule number one was to protect her identity, and everything else comes after that. She already had put herself in a role where she had almost been fully dressed up as Ladybug before, and she was not going to do that again. Even if it meant working with Adrien.

“Ha! I knew that would change your mind!” Alya said triumphantly, taking her pause as a yes. She grabbed Marinette by her arm, dragging her away. “We got our Ladybug!”

“Wait Alya, I didn’t say–!” Marinette began, only to be cut off by Adrien on the other side of the room.

“You want me to play Chat Noir?” He asked, looking quite startled at the idea.

“Well, yeah dude,” Nino said with a grin. “I mean, you were his voice actor for the movie, right? You look kinda like him too... ‘cause you know, blond hair and all? Even the Clara Nightingale wanted you to play Chat Noir in her music video. Who would be better in the class?”

“I mean, I don’t know, you know I probably wouldn’t have time to do it, with my schedule and all–”

“But you have time today, you’re here after all, and just about everything else will be done during school hours,” Nino countered, still grinning. “So we could film the audition today and submit to the school, and if you guys make it then the rest would be during school.”

“I–”

“Marinette is going to be playing Ladybug for our class audition,” Alya said happily as they pulled up near the boys. She pushed Marinette forward, who was stiff. “You guys work so well together, won’t it be perfect?”

“Alya I–”

Adrien gave a small smile. “I think Marinette is an awesome choice, but I don’t think I will be able to do this. I don’t want to disappoint, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to step down.”

“Come on dude!” Nino begged. “There’s no one else in the class that can pull off a better Chat Noir.”

Marinette crossed her arms. “I’ve seen the call for auditions– they specifically stated that looks don’t matter at all for this, it all comes down to acting skills. You don’t need me and Adrien just because we happen to have the same hair color as the heroes. There’s other people that can do it better, so choose them.”

“Adrien has the most experience with acting though!” Rose piped up.

“And I’ve run the statistics, and out of all the females in the class Marinette would be the most suitable candidate for acting,” Max remarked.

“We–” Adrien began, but he was cut off by their class.

“You would be awesome, man,” Kim said, leaning over his desk. “Both of you, just give it a try?”

“Neither of you would mess up on stage,” Mylene said softly.

Ivan nodded. “It wouldn’t hurt to at least try, right?”

“You owe me girl,” Alya reminded Marinette. “And I’m cashing in right now– you need to try out for this audition. This would be an awesome chance for you!”

Marinette swallowed, barely noticing as she bumped up against Adrien, slightly startled at how adamant her class was on it being them to audition. Of course they didn’t realize what pressure they were putting on her, if anything they were just trying to work up her courage, not realizing just what could be at stake if she were to do this. She nervously looked up at Adrien, who surprisingly looked just as worried about this as she did. He glanced at her, offering a nervous smile, but also seemed to be quietly asking for her help as well. Of course he had enough pressure on him from his family, and pushing his schedule probably never went over well for him.

“Guys,” Marinette said, trying to make herself heard over the clamor of encouragement. “I don’t want to play Ladybug in this. I’m flattered that you think I’d do such a good job... but I don’t feel the same.”

“It’s just an audition,” Alix said. “Come on, would it hurt to give it a shot?”

Marinette swallowed, they weren’t going to let this go, were they? She closed her eyes, mind racing. She could feel Tikki pressing up against her through her purse. Once again her class began reassuring her that she would do an awesome job, to at least give it a shot. That there would be so many auditions that it would be unlikely that she would be chosen anyways. Ideas raced through her mind, trying to find some solution.

“Fine!” she suddenly cried, and she felt Tikki stiffen up. “I’ll do the audition!”

“Woo!” Alya cheered, and the class was grinning. “We got our Ladybug.”

“Wait–” Marinette said hastily, holding out her hands. “I’ll do the audition– but I don’t want the role of Ladybug. I want to try out for Chat Noir.”

Everyone stared at her.

She scratched the back of her head. “He’s my favorite of the two heroes, and I think I’d be more comfortable doing all this if I was trying out for his role, you know? Besides, the flier said this was going to be more focused on talent than anything else so why not...?”

“Besides!” Adrien suddenly interrupted, throwing himself into the conversation. “I’d love to try out as Ladybug! I think I would have a lot more fun with that role anyways, she’s awesome!”

“Well, um, I don’t see anything wrong with that, you are like her biggest fan,” Nino said with a shrug. “You’re both awesome actors, I think you could pull off any role.” 

“But it would be so perfect the other way,” Alya muttered. “I still have pictures from Clara’s music video auditions, you were both so cute...” Nino nudged her, and she smiled. “But whatever you guys are most comfortable with doing– I know you two are going to be awesome!”

She winked at Marinette, who flushed slightly. She didn’t know why Adrien now seemed willing with the role swap, since he had acted like his tight schedule was the issue before– yet now he seemed much more relaxed. Maybe he was tired of always being dragged into the role as Chat Noir? It seemed to happen so often with him, so it was no wonder he wanted to play Ladybug...

That’s when it hit Marinette. Adrien was going to be auditioning for the role of Ladybug. He was going to be acting as her. And if she was going to be playing the role as flirty Chat Noir that would mean that she would be flirting with Adrien.

Suddenly the room seemed a lot warmer, a pink blush spreading across her cheeks. No one said a word as she and Adrien were dragged towards the front of the classroom. Nino had his phone out to record the audition, while Alya was looking over the requirements one last time.

The next thing Marinette knew she was positioned across from Adrien, a plastic Chat Noir mask being pressed onto her face. It was far from comfortable– the mask the Miraculouses provided always seamlessly sat on her face, not obstructing her vision nor poking into her skin. She had to adjust this fake one several times, the elastic that held it into place digging into the sides of her head.

Adrien had a Ladybug mask on, fidgeting with it himself, shooting her a hesitant smile. She smiled back, knees feeling weak seeing him with her signature colors on him. In fact if you messed up his hair a bit he could probably pull off a Mister Bug costume– but she was sure the last thing he wanted was to be compared to Chat Noir if that had been what made him uncomfortable about all this in the first place.

“Okay!” Alya said, scrolling through the school website on her phone, holding the audition flier in the other hand. “No costumes are needed for the auditions, I just want to help you guys to be in character. Minimal props are allowed, and we just need to send in a two-to-three minute video of the two actors doing an improv performance of any scenario involving the heroes. ‘We’re looking for actors that can naturally fall into the role’, blah blah blah, ‘no script of any kind is needed to be followed for the audition’, blah blah, ‘only one video submission per class’... and I think that’s everything!”

“Here,” Juleka said, holding out two objects for them to take. “For props.”

Marinette was given a long cardboard tube, and considering the fact that Adrien was handed a yoyo it was probably supposed to represent Chat Noir’s baton. She had to stiffen a laugh, the image of a cardboard-covered Chat Noir leaping into battle popping into her mind. She didn’t know why, but it definitely seemed like something he would do.

“Okay!” Alya said excitedly, grinning at them. “Just relax, we can do as many takes as you guys want. Sure it’s supposed to be improv, but the beauty of video auditions is that we can just send in our best one.”

Adrien laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck. “So then, what scenario do you want us in then?”

He had looped the yoyo around a finger, but it was quite clear he didn’t have much experience with the toy. The yoyo only came back to his hand once before losing momentum, and he had to wind it up. Marinette tried to avoid yoyos for the most part, mostly because she had become very skilled with them both in and out of the mask. Also she found regular yoyos to be very boring– no endless string and it doesn’t function as a grappling hook? Where’s the fun in that?

“An akuma battle!” Kim said eagerly. 

“And what are we supposed to do? Have them jump around the room fighting a non-existent monster?” Alix rolled her eyes.

“They need a speaking role– something to show how amazing they are!” Rose said happily, beaming at them.

Alya grinned. “Okay, I got it– you two are meeting up for a nightly patrol, okay? Marinette, go off screen for a moment, because Ladybug would definitely be the more punctual of the two... perfect!”

“Actually–” Adrien began, before stopping.

Chat Noir was actually the more punctual one of the two– he tended to arrive early on patrol nights and on time for anything else, while she ran late as both Marinette and Ladybug. The only time Chat was late was when he was busy with his civilian life– meaning he was still being punctual in that part of his life.

“How should we start?” Marinette asked uncertainly, stepping back as Nino held up his phone to record.

“Your choice girl, just be Chat Noir,” Alya sat up. “Okay, everyone quiet... and go!”

With that Nino started recording. Adrien stiffened up for a moment, before leaning up against the desk, looking over to Marinette. Improv or not she had no idea what she should be doing, and she closed her eyes for a moment. Patrol... she went on patrol every week, this shouldn’t be a problem. She just needed to do as Chat Noir did, and no one knew him better than she did.

She had literally been on patrol with him last night, this would be easy.

So Marinette sat up, putting on her best Chat-grin, and sauntered onto the camera. She twirled her ‘baton’ the best she could with her hands, before slamming the tip onto the ground and leaning against it like she had seen Chat Noir do so many times before. Her heart was hammering, considering the fact that she was smirking slyly at Adrien, but she reminded herself to just play her part.

“Hey there Bugaboo,” she said as smoothly as she could. “Tonight is purr-fect, isn’t it? Absolutely mew-velous, just like you.”

She couldn’t help but let her grin widen– saying the exact same thing Chat Noir had said to her last night. Adrien stared at her for a moment, blinking once, and she decided that he was adorable in his little Ladybug mask. He looked surprised, probably because she wasn’t a stuttering mess, before composing himself. He crossed his arms, rolling his eyes.

“Really, Kitty?” He asked in what seemed to be an attempt to mimic Ladybug’s voice. “Can’t we have just one patrol without your puns?”

Huh. That had been basically the exact same thing she had said in reply to Chat Noir last night. That made her feel warm, the fact that Adrien understood Ladybug that well. Nino had said he was a fan, but still.

“No puns, My Lady?” Marinette replied, once again echoing her and Chat’s conversation from last night, and she put her hand on her chest in mock-offense. “But that would be so claw-ful. A cat-astrophe! Purr-haps you need to reconsider just how pun-derful my puns are.”

Adrien struggled against a laugh as she rattled off her cat puns, and she hated the fact that they came to mind so easily. Thank goodness Chat Noir wasn’t here to watch her now, because she knew that he would never let her live this down. Mimicking him and making puns? He would probably think he was in heaven.

“I will not hesitate to push you off of this building,” Adrien replied with a huff, crossing his arms just a bit more dramatically than she had when she had said this last night. “Now, I’m going to patrol the east side, you take the west and–”

“Meow-ch!” She cut him off without a second thought, because that was what he had done to her last night when she had tried to divide up patrols. “Separate patrols again? I would think that you’re trying to avoid me, but considering how many messages you left me last night–”

“I was worried about you, you stupid cat!” This time Adrien cut her off. “You took several hits for me with that akuma yesterday– then left as soon as the battle was over! I just wanted to make sure you were okay!”

“My Lady was worried about me!” Marinette swooned, clasping her hands together– but had to swiftly grab the cardboard tube before it fell over, because unlike Chat’s actual baton it couldn’t shrink down. “Your Miraculous Ladybugs did heal me up, but I have to say I am still a little sore...” she held out one hand, smiling slightly. “Kiss it better, Bugaboo?”

On the outside Marinette was flawlessly playing her role, but on the inside she was panicking. She was calling Adrien Bugaboo! She had just asked him to kiss her hand! Audition or not she was still freaking out... but that wasn’t the only reason. She had just used what had happened on patrol last night as a starting point for this improv shoot, yet somehow the conversation was going exactly how it had gone last night– and she had no idea what that meant.

Adrien was watching her with wide eyes for a moment– was there something on her face? Did he think she was weird? Was she making him uncomfortable? She didn’t have time to question him further as he slipped back into character, rolling his eyes and pushing her hand away. He attempted to spin her yoyo about a few times, though it didn’t go too well so he stopped.

“Such a needy kitty,” he said as he turned away. “We can patrol together if you want to so badly– but if you call me Bugaboo again I’m throwing you into the Seine.”

Alarms were going off in Marinette’s mind at this point– because that had been exactly what she had said, nearly word for word. She had given Chat Noir that same threat last night, she had turned away in the same way, she had been spinning her yoyo about– had Adrien been spying on them or something?!

“Must you wound me, My Lady? Purr-haps you should reconsider.”

Adrien let out a dramatic sigh. “You already used that one tonight, Kitty.”

Marinette had stiffened up, and was now staring at Adrien in shock. There was only so much that could be a coincidence, and this had now reached far past that. Her mouth was dry, knowing that what she said next would either confirm or deny the racing possibilities in her mind, because she could only think of one reason on why Adrien could parrot her conversation from last night so perfectly.

“W-well,” Marinette stuttered. “I think you should appreciate my puns more, even P-plagg likes them.”

This time Adrien stiffened up, having gone still. He didn’t say anything for a moment, before slowly turning around, watching her closely. He opened his mouth, about to say something, then paused. She swallowed, and then he spoke again, each word said with some hesitation.

“Well... Tikki says Plagg has no taste,” he replied slowly, and Marinette’s world came crashing down as he said her kwami’s name. She took a step back, face pale as she stared at Adrien. The audition was long forgotten, Alya’s wave at her for her to continue having gone unnoticed. She just stared at her crush and partner, mouth part way open.

“Ohmygosh!” She blurted out, hands going to her mouth. “Oh my gosh, n-no, this isn’t– you can’t– you’re not–”

Adrien was staring at her with awe, like he had never seen her before. She paid no heed to the confused looks her classmates were giving her, taking a step back from Adrien. He reached out, hesitating, looking stunned– but he had a huge smile on his face.

“Can I just say you make a fabulous Chat Noir?” Adrien said with a grin.

“Shut up!” She cried, voice muffled by her hands.

“You just pull him off so purr-fectly,” he continued. “Anyone else would have done a claw-ful job, but you just captured his essence–”

“I will throw you into the Seine!” She shouted, being fueled by nothing but panic.

“Cut!” Nino called, pausing the recording. “What happened, dudes? The first half was going perfectly.”

“Purr-fectly,” Adrien whispered under his breath, a gleeful smile on his face, and Marinette reflexively chucked the cardboard tube at him.

Adrien stepsided with ease, winking at her, and she felt herself turning red.

“Hey Nino, could you send me a copy of that take?”

“No!” Marinette yelped. “Nino, no! I will sic Alya on you! Don't you dare!”

“I'll do whatever you want, just save it!” Adrien called, arm wrapping around her waist as she sprang towards Nino’s phone, holding her back. “I need it for the memory!”

“I will sic Alya on you too, Agreste!” 

“...What is happening?” Alya whispered, and the rest of the class seemed to echo that sentiment.

Adrien seemed to gain the upper hand as he scooped Marinette up in his arms, causing her to let out a startled squeal, turning bright red. She most definitely wasn't protesting as she looked up at Adrien, but the startling thing was that Adrien was doing it in the first place. He seemed surprised by her reaction, but was grinning.

“Wipe that smirk off your stupidly handsome face!”

“Handsome face, you say?”

“I will tie you to the Eiffel Tower and leave you there all night!”

“As long as you're there~”

“Shut up, Agreste!” Marinette snarled, punching his shoulder, which only made him laugh.

He leaned in close, still cradling Marinette in his arms. He was smirking, a gleam in his eyes as he leaned in close.

“Make me, little lady.”

Marinette, who somehow had gone even redder, glared up at him. She reached up, grabbed the sides of his face, and pulled his lips down into hers. The whole class exploded as she did so, Adrien stiffening up as they kissed.

It only lasted for a moment, and then instantly Adrien melted into the kiss. He pulled her in closer, his grip on her shifting. One hand found the center of her back, the other supporting the rest of her as they kissed. Part of Marinette was panicking– because Adrien– but the rest of her now recognized him as her partner.

Chaton. Dork. Trustworthy. Safety. There was no reason to panic, but plenty to keep kissing.

They were breathing heavily as they pulled apart, resting their foreheads together. His smirks from before were gone, his gaze nothing but soft, joy pouring from him.

“Oh kwamis,” he whispered, his warm breath on her face. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she murmured, and she felt a purr building up in his throat.

“Say it again?”

She gave a small smirk. “How about you kiss me again?”

He grabbed her chin, and did just that.

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June 28th, 2020

Hello! been a little while since my last gender juice diary entry - a lotta shit’s been happening, so the blog fell to the wayside. I have a moment to chat now though, and good timing! a lot of shit’s still happening!!!

Quick rundown on the gender juice situation: June 10th was my 4-month T anniversary and since then, I’ve upped my dosage with approval from my doctor: where I was previously doing a 0.5 ml injection of 200mg/ml testosterone cypionate every other week, I’m now doing it every week! Aside from having post-injection soreness more often, I’m very pleased with this and looking forward to seeing how it changes things.

I shall put my log of changes under the cut, so if you’re interested, read onward! Be aware that the latter part of this diary is NOT SFW for discussions of sexuality, sexual development, personal hygiene needs, and menstruation.

Firstly: I think I can safely say that I officially have a goatee!! It’s a very small and patchy one, but it’s there and I’m very proud of it. <3 I also definitely have a little neckbeard, but I’ve begun shaving it every couple days since I prefer to keep things looking a bit neater. I finally have a use for the shaving cream & aftershave I bought in February :’D

Speaking of body hair, the hair on my thighs is getting darker & thicker - and a tiny bit of chest hair is growing in!!! .....buuuuut it’s entirely located around my nipples for some reason? I mean. I’m glad it’s showing up, but it’s not exactly showing up where I expected it to. :’O in any case, progress is progress!

Secondly: my voice continues to deepen!! I’m having more trouble hitting high notes and getting a clear, strong sound when I sing high, but my lower register continues to expand and my singing is strong and clear there. I have a feeling I’ll still be able to sing high after my voice stops changing, but it’s kind of silly to sing along to songs in the car and hear my voice cracking every other note x’D

Thirdly: my skin is still oily AF, and the body acne is getting pretty wild... However I’ve recently gone to the dermatologist and got a prescription for a vitamin A based topical for my face, and a body wash for my shoulders/chest/back! I’ll be receiving that soon, so in the meantime I’m trying to get into a better rhythm with daily skin care and face washing. Better washing has helped a bit already, so I’m looking forward to having fewer pimples once I start using my prescriptions.

CW: Next points involve talk of the nether regions and personal experiences with attraction/stimulation/all that jazz. I’m detailing them here because I’ve rarely seen discussion of these aspects when I research them looking for advice or confirmation, so I’d like to share them in case they’re informative for anybody looking to start T. NSFW, tread with caution!

Fourth: This is a little gross, but it’s something many transmasc folks deal with - smegma is a thing. Specifically it’s a material made of sweat, skin oils, and shed skin cells that collects around the phallus and in the labia minora (if present); it’s most commonly known for collecting under the foreskin of a cis male penis. In my case: I’ve definitely noticed increased production as of late, but it’s not uncomfortable - just a little weird, visually. It’s nothing that can’t be fixed with regular showering and washing though!

Fifth: I’m not quite sure what’s going on with my bottom growth at the moment - sometimes it seems like I’ve grown a bit, and other times it seems like growth have stopped. However I know it takes up to 2 1/2 years for bottom growth to max out and I’ve barely been on T for more than a quarter of a year, so I just gotta chill out about it :’D I just hope it continues!!! I’m also realizing that my physical preferences during masturbation have changed. I’ve always preferred clitoral stimulation, but before T my anatomy was very small. Now that it’s larger, things have developed further and there are specific parts of my anatomy that are more sensitive than others - sort of aligning with the sensitivity patterns of a cis male penis, which is cool! really goes to show how the clitoris and penis really are the same phallus, just with different hormones influencing it. Additionally - I’m having changes in my sexual attraction! Where previously I didn’t find myself attracted to men very often I’m getting MUCH more into dudes recently. Changes in sexual orientation are totally normal when a person changes their hormones, so I’m not pressed; part of me just thinks of it as my masculinity responding to masculinity in others, heheh. and weirdly enough, I’m even getting more into cis dudes. unbelievable.

Sixth: This is the most pressing change that’s come on recently; the quality of my vaginal discharge is changing and I’m not quite sure what to make of it. It’s been the normal clear/whitish color for the most part, but in the last week it’s turned reddish-brown. In particular it reminds me of the last few days of my period, when the last of the old menstrual lining is shed and spends a few days getting flushed out. I’m not menstruating; there are no cramps and no fresh blood; my only thought is that it might be spotting, but I’m not quite sure what would have caused it. I’m going to bring it up to my care provider when I make an appointment with her, but for the most part I’m not worried; just keeping an eye on it. In any case I hope that with this upped T script, my period lightens or completely stops! God, wouldn’t it be nice to not have cramps. >o<;

Aaaaand that’s it! Thanks for reading this far, and apologies for getting into semi-graphic territory this time, haha. But the whole reason I started this blog was so that I could log my specific experiences in case somebody was curious! So if this helped you out, I’m glad!

Bye for now and see ya in a bit!

[mividaeslimones]

Day 14 (10/21/19): ¡FINALMENTE!

I called around 11:00 to schedule the nurse visit and HOLY SHIT I GOT IN! Like today @ 1:00 pm! And insulin needles definitely don’t work for testosterone. Why you ask? The viscosity! This shit is the equivalent of shooting yourself up with Karo syrup, so it won’t make it through the needle. I literally watched it struggle to fill the syringe.

The clinic was sooooo nice and empathetic, they provided me with a care package. I now have a few syringes (22 g) that can have their tops swapped out, don’t worry we’ll get back to that; a sharps container, so no kitty litter and jugs for this boy; a huge ass pack of gauze; and an entire box of alcohol towelettes. What’s really awesome about all of this is that I can give them my sharps container once it’s full and get a new one, free of charge. The top locks so I can safely drop my used vials of medication into the container without worry someone or something will get into it. :)

****THIS IS A JUST GUIDE TO SOMEONE AN IDEA OF HOW THE PROCESS WORKS. I AM NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, NOR AM I A TEACHER.—•If you’re considering injections, please refer to my 11/11/19 post for a more effective and updated method.•— ****

I want to disclose all of these steps are extremely important, but step 8-11 are elevated above the others because it’s extremely helpful to know. I also want it to be known my starting dose is .15 mL of testosterone. 

(1) So I started by washing my hands (shutting the faucet off with a paper towel), drying off with a paper towel and gloving up. (2) My next step was pulling down the guard and uncapping the needle. They started me off with one that was already assembled. (3) After that I pulled the top off my vial and swabbed it with an alcohol towelette. (4) The syringe was filled with .16 mL of air, stick with me I know this is odd.  (5) I flipped that puppy so it was upside down and inserted the needle. (6) The air was pushed out to make drawing up the medication easier, and minimizing the chance of a mess. (7) I drew up the solution, and pushed the air out into the vial. In all honesty it took me two tries. (8) The needle’s guard was snapped into place and the top was removed. (9) A new top was put on since the old needle was now “blunted” by being forced through the top. Using that needle would have caused pain, this is why a fair chunk of your shots hurt when they break the skin. (10) The tip of the needle was “lubricated.” What do I mean by that? Well that extra .01 mL wasn’t to try to cheat the system and transition faster. It’s to safely wet the end of the needle with something already sterile. Dry needles hurt like the Dickens when the gauge of the needle is larger than something like an acupuncture needle (30 g - 40 g). (11) I opened and swabbed a spot on my leg with another alcohol towelette. Sterility = safety folks! (12) I went in hot (too fast to think about) at a 90° angle. I FELT NOTHING. (13) I pulled out the needle and snatched up a gauze pad for the bleeding. Yes, there will always be blood, it’s an intramuscular injection. I didn’t gush, though it did come out fast and soaked a fair chunk of the band aid. (14) Dispose of everything, put your guard up on your used needle and drop it into your sharps container with the first. You’re also going to drop the vial into your sharps container. Gloves, wrappers, and towelettes can go into the trash.

I limped a little going out of the clinic. I felt everything that bumped my leg, all the speed bumps, and dips in the road going home. I emptied my pocket it was so sensitive. It reminded me of the time I got shot in the leg with a BB. It’s now a little over four and a half hours after the teaching visit and it’s just mildly sore. You know the kind of sore you get if you over do it at the gym...towards the end of the pain, like day three or four. Before that I took my pooch on a quick walk and it was okay, I think I might be able to handle a few miles tonight, but I’ll play it by ear. 

Before I hop off, I want to add that Rome did not rise and fall within a day. Just getting testosterone and injecting it into my left leg was a process. It was a process that took time. Look, the title is day 21, that’s over two weeks of the ball rolling, not counting waiting to get the initial visit scheduled. Be patient if you’re transitioning. Don’t ignore your script to try to circumvent the process, that’s unsafe and a detriment to your transition. The change will come with time, it takes most people over a year before they really start to take on those secondary sexual characteristics. Don’t compare yourself to the “glow ups” you see on Twitter and Instagram. Some of those might have been damn near instantaneous but that percentage is so small, for the rest of us it’s a long and drawn out process.

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