#mockwrites

Hey all! 

It’s been an age.  How’s the PG-13 over here? 

I have decided to come back, but I’m going to be fully transparent, I am not here for social calls.  I mean, feel free to say a friendly “Hallo”, but the reason I am back is to be around in case you’d like to hire me.

This year one of Mock’s big adventures is to have a go at a writing business.  If you follow me on AO3, you know I’ve been cranking out the chapters at a machine  rate.  I’ve always had an affluent muse, I pretty much don’t get writer’s block, and I just feel I have a lot to offer in terms of help for other writers. 

I watch a lot of writers and artists struggle, and I’ve helped a number of them bust out of their ruts and that makes me really happy.  I have a passion for it. 

I’d also like to create a *positive* community for writers who want to write what *they* want to write and draw what they want to draw free from the “tell you what to do” police out there. 

So yeah, these are just some of my ideas. I plan to write blogs based on this, and that’s all I’m going to post here -- stuff “on writing”.  Writing advice and tips, and even if you don’t write, but draw, you may want to follow; just general “Creative Therapy.”

I want you to be able to reach out to me, if you want to hire me :)

You will, of course hear about my stories here as well.

If that sounds interesting to you, follow me!  If not, then you may not want to have me on your dash. 

I can’t live another life

In the rearview mirror I saw the setting sun on your neck

Love of my life, you hurt me

I can’t make my own decisions

Matthias was on the phone with his mother. He thought that Aurelia had fallen asleep hours ago; he thought that it was the best time to quietly talk to his mother about what he’d been doing, what they’d been doing.

“No, Mom, I— no, I do think I’m doing the right thing,” he paused, his mouth screwing up a little, “No. Mom, no, listen to me, please, just listen to me.” Anyone that knew him would know that he was starting to get frustrated; that not being listened to was one surefire way to get him agitated. His voice was getting a little bit louder, a fraction more forceful, though still stayed in the range of ‘quiet’. “I know it’s not what you want for me, but this is what I want for myself.” He clenched his jaw as his mother started talking again, loud enough it could be heard from the receiver into the empty room. “No. I love them both. You’re not changing my mind.” Matthias closed his eyes as his mother started to talk more forcefully. “No, Mom, no I— no, listen to me. Listen to me. I’m— if you’re not going to listen I’m going to hang up.”

More rapid talking from the receiver.

“I’m hanging up now,” he said, “No, I told you I would. I’m hanging up. Bye, Mom.”

you’ll get married to me, silly

Léon never tired of it — of hearing someone that he loved with his entire heart say that he loved him. “No,” he said, soft accent falling over the words, “no, don’t ever say you say it too much ever, okay?” He reached up and wrapped his arms around Ash’s neck — the three inches in difference between them the perfect amount ( or so Léon would say ) for what he wanted to do. Peering up at Ash through the curled fringe of his hair, Léon bit his lower lip, and flicked his eyes down to his husband’s mouth before closing the distance between them.

“…Oh.” 

Gale tapered off mid-sentence, her mouth hanging slightly open. Normally she was good about not rambling, but Aurelia made her nervous. 

And she’d never had someone in her lap before. 

There was surely some existing protocol for what to do when a hot girl was sitting on your lap. But as with most things human-related, some of Gale’s wires had obviously been crossed when she was born and she was severely lacking in any type of coding that might have told her how to proceed. 

So she’d started talking, and it was honestly a relief that Aurelia cut her off before her mouth got away from her. Only now her heart was racing even faster, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Was Aurelia going to be able to tell that she’d never done this before? Was she going to be bad at it?

No – Gale wasn’t bad at anything. 

“Was it?” Matthias said, “What it really just a kiss? Because it ended with me and her with bloody noses and skinned knuckles.” Matthias remembered that night; where Aurelia had decided on a whim to taunt both him and Gale with a kiss to a stranger. What he didn’t intend was the gold toned glass the fight was seen through in his memories. Something that sat so deep inside his core made him so unbelievably pleased at the feeling of knuckle against cheek.

Wasn’t that just what being red-blooded was like? Wasn’t that just how he was — how he was always going to be?

Matthias’ hands had a tremor run through them, buzzing through the ache in his fingers and the sharp sting of the open wounds on his knuckles. Was this something he really minded? Or was this just a front; the anger — the annoyance — just a ruse to save his polished image. Matthias was all gold, all pristine. Made in the image of the Father and that was how he’d decided he was going to be. He was going to hold onto that image with fingernails crusted in blood if he had to. He wasn’t going to let go so easily.