#anyway . get blight'd

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🐈 kitty fic… do tell…

this ask game innit

kittyfic / shadow play is actually my blight fic... so it follows my interp of blight through the 55th games... his bond with his district partner, his allies, his enemies... his victory, and what it costs...

i'll put a lil snippet of the opening scene under the cut, just a warning though. transphobia as hell. blight is trans and most of the people around him are shitty about it. also his deadname is mentioned- different to marsh - bc while blight doesnt like being called by his deadname, he is (and remains) open about what it is for his whole life; he sees it as a gift from and a connection to his birth parents.

“I just worry… it’s a difficult life, you know?” Blight stared blankly at the school counselor, only half-listening anymore. This faux support was irritating beyond belief. The only silver lining was that since his life was already in tatters, it didn’t matter if she snitched to his “parents”. “I mean… Maple, sweetheart, you’re so pretty. What if nobody wants to marry you when you’re older because of… this? What if you go through all the… medical stuff… and you regret it? I mean, this stuff is permanent!” I sure as fuck hope it’s permanent, Blight thought, letting himself blink for a particularly long time to avoid rolling his eyes, That’s kind of the whole point. “And what if your little brother gets… ideas..? You don’t want to influence him into something that can make life so difficult.” That was just as stupid. His “brother”, had secretly confessed to her own desire to be a different gender than the one everyone said she was. A girl. His little sister. Melora. He’d never tell anyone her secret. It was hers. Especially after what happened when he thought the family might at least be somewhat accepting. The counselor sighed, her eyes sad behind her spectacles, “We’re out of time for today, sweetie. But… if you could think on what I said?” Blight grabbed his knapsack from under the chair and slung it over one shoulder, “Sure. Thanks, Ms. Alberts.” “See you next week, Maple.” He left before she finished her sentence. Finally, as the door shut behind him, Blight allowed an annoyed sigh to escape his lungs, and a grimace plastered itself onto his face as he made his way outside and in the direction of the music sector of campus.