Fan Service

Content warning: This post is extremely and awkwardly "gushy." If you have read this blog then you know I have a penchant to day dream and imagine everything in a cinematic way. I would not have put this key to paper but the image has stuck in my head for weeks and no one reads these posts. And, noting that, the content warning seems moot, but, still wish to be considerate. The whole post has a fan zine solo hype post vibe. Which is rather appropriate what with the origins of this blog.

That all said...

I want my heroine to save the day. To flip over cubicles with grace and strength and hold the people stopping me from meeting my KPIs at the end of a fist. I previously worked at a school and she would settle the angry parents and the people who would not file sub plans. She fixes everything changing via a magical transformation. This all happens set to my action music of previous posts. Big synth scores to set a sword fight.

In the transformation  I am the camera and spin slowly around as spindly arcs of light crackle around her. Starting from the top, she will cock her head to the side and close her eyes and streaks of neon pink and electric blue ribbon through her hair. The clothes on her flash away to be instantly replaced by the costume. The onyx gleam of a black leotard lined with the same pink. Her arms glow with same pink and blue glyphs until they end at her fingers and form into twin swords. They are short and broad machete like. All black with neon glow along the edges like something from Tron. She crosses them and presses to her chest. My eyes, the whole scene, keeps moving around and from her hip  the same glyphs run down her legs. From those patterns her boots form, wrapping from her ankles into neat slips. We then start spinning back up across the back of her legs and back until we end at her eye level. She pulls the swords down to her side. With blades akimbo she opens her eyes and inside it is blue comet fire and whole hearted resolve. The whole scene radiates warmth and power like seeing a cosmic moment. A ship on fire across Saturn's rings. A stone rolling down Olympus Mons. The arclights of my heroine ready to save the day. To slay, as the kids at said school used to say.