Katie-the-Angel-Witch

Content Warning:

None! It's the end! Although Kat's mom shows up, but she's better about it now.

“Hey, Liz, could you get the cobwebs up in that corner there?” I gesture in its direction, busying myself with the stairwell. We’re slowly getting the feeling of dread out of the now no longer abandoned dorm. Not an image of winter break that springs to mind, I’m sure. “And, Violet, would you kindly help instead of standing around looking pretty?” 

“But I’m dressed as an anime maid, Kat! You can’t expect an anime maid to work hard, do you know how fucking flimsy this outfit is?” She pouts standing right next to the front door. “Not to mention what if someone comes knocking? We have to look presentable as the start of a new sorority!” 

 Gamma Omicron Theta. Yes, it spells GOTh. The two founding members and their mascot are a Witch, a Fae and a Ghost, what else do you expect us to call it? It felt far too appropriate of a name, not to mention it got Moss asking to join up as well. “Nobody’s going to come knocking, Violet, we’re practically the only people on campus right now besides the faculty.” 

There’s a knock on the door. Violet looks as delighted as a kid getting a puppy. I throw her a glare and she opens the door. “Hi, how can I help you?” 

The moment the stranger audibly takes a breath in to speak, I recognize her. “Good day, I’m Mary Kouzelna, representing GloCon Inc., I am here to negotiate any repairs to the facility that might be needed.”

“The bathroom needs to be re-done, the windows let the heat out, and a new coat of paint outside wouldn’t hurt.” I call from where I’m cleaning, not turning to face her. “Not to mention the infrastructure, they built this thing in the 90’s and the only place with an ethernet port is the RO’s office.” 

“Kat? Is that you?” My mother asks. I give her a quick wave, still not facing her. “You sound angry.” 

“And yet, I’m not. Did you write all that down?” When I face her, I give her a neutral smile, a smile that says “I do not care for your presence one way or the other.” 

“Not yet. Bathroom, windows, facade, networking, possibly plumbing and heating.” The sound of metal on paper as mom’s pen glides across her notepad echoes in the empty halls. “Now, Kat, I am scheduled to be in town until the work is done, no matter how long it takes.” 

“Let’s hope everything goes smoothly then, won’t we? Was that all you needed?” She nods, I walk past her and gesture at the driveway. “Have a nice day.” The neutral smile remains. Mom shivers. I want to roll my eyes, but that would give the game away. 

Despite Liz deciding to make herself sound like an eerie whisper, I hear her loud and clear as she says “Leave.” right into my mother’s ear, with a cloud of fog cold enough to save me an orchiectomy touching said ear and making her jump and book it as fast as she can in her business appropriate high heels. 

She doesn’t get to see Liz hover behind me to hold me close and nuzzle my cheek. “Are, are you okay, Kat?” Liz asks, and I place my hand on one of her cheeks and kiss the other. 

“I’m fine. Genuinely. I thought this would be a much more emotional reunion, but no, having to deal with the court hearing about your murder was much more for me to handle than Her.” And I mean it when I say it. Why was there a trial when the girls confessed? 

Because rich parents are why. 

Hard to work with your defense attorney when you are literally physically incapable of lying under threat of debilitating migraines. Pavlovs you into truthfulness right away. But it also gets you institutionalized in a mental health facility instead of a prison because of your freak out.

That’s all in the past now. Just like my mother’s emotional neglect. Just like my isolation and loneliness and lack of community. You don’t get over 19 years of bullshit quickly, mind you, usually you don’t get over it at all. You just learn how to live with it, one day at a time. 

Having people around you that get it doesn’t just help, but is the only way to live. Community saves lives. Community protects lives. 

I hope you’ve got a good one.

Katie-the-Angel-Witch

And that's that. I haven't been able to write a fiction story since then. I desperately want to, I have a rough outline for a Gundam knock-off focused on a shinto shrine maiden themed commune of trans woman machinists working on mechs founded by the transitioned inventor of mechs who faked her death, where the antagonists are Exiled Disney Executives That Started an Empire beyond Jupiter. But I haven't been able to write even the first chapter, the one that introduces the status quo of the girls making a living through maintenance on mechs and counter intelligence all themed like them performing rituals and being oracles. I've considered trying to scribble up a storyboard with my shaky hand, see if I catch someone interested in making it a manga, but I keep only thinking about it and not doing it in the end.

I really hoped posting this would give me the boost I need to get creative again, and unfortunately because it has been so long it didn't have the reach and impact I wanted. The environment of Scribblehub Trans Fic has shifted in the time I wasn't posting. And I haven't had contact with the other prominent authors for the past three years.

Maybe the threat of financial dependency will kick my ass into working again, you can test that out for me:

Patreon, Ko-Fi, Itch, Twitch, YouTube, Discord, you know the links you love them you know what they're for and how much they can do. 12 hour shifts are slowly killing me. That and the stress of working with dudes that are on average thirty years older than me and should have gotten to retire, dudes that do whatever they want without clear instructions. I just need to reach a grand a month, that doesn't feel impossible to achieve, it's a reasonable goal I think, sure it means I'd make 12k a year but with conversion and cost of living I could mostly coast on that. For a while. 

Thank you so very much for sticking around, Happy Pride, I hope you had a good one, look forward to see if I actually achieve anything creative.