#AND i finished a fic of sorts

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

hello hello hello i just remembered that my english teacher told me a week ago that she's interested in my writing and sent her my two (currently) best short stories with a very polite unnecessarily elaborate message i just Did that i did do that are you proud of me

#also i got early enough to eat breakfast today #which. i havent done the rest of the week #BUT in my defense my alarm clock is kinda broken #also i took a walk #i mean mostly it was spite bc our buses just got more espensive (like a Lot) and this way i can go by bus both ways tomorrow #and it wasnt actively snowing but theres snow and it smells nice so i decided fuck it and walked home #but like i also did take a silly little walk for my silly little mental health and fantasized about silly little blorbos meanwhile #AND i finished a fic of sorts #and i took a five minute power nap on the floor of that one room we kinda lurk in at school in our free time #and majorly surprised a classmate whod seen my jacket but not me (<- lying behind the table in front of the heater under the window) #which was very funny when i just sat up and gave my comment to the Homework Situation and she just went Whoop Biscuit Youre Here?? #no it was. it was a good day i think #ik i didnt think so all day but. i dont actually remember those parts. thats. thats pretty neat #a biscuit's rambles #anyways i should go to sleep i have two exams tomorrow yippee #theyre not gonna be too bad tho. pe is gonna be worse lmao

[pretentiouswreckingball]

I hate you stranger on the internet that claims the marauders fandom could use another big fic but then refuses to actually read a wip

#‘it’s been so long and we need some sorta unity 😩’ #what you need is to actually want to read something besides the three popular fics you know #oh but don’t even suggest them to read a wip #‘but is not finished yet’ yeah that’s sort of….the point? #this is what happens when I accidentally end up in marauderstok. I get pissed off

[lunarharp]

hehe. almost christmas!

#ace attorney tag #narumitsu #partial nudity / #2nd and 3rd things inspired by playing the first game and Uhh... why is phoenix accusing men of being lovers and being certain of it #and just generally containing the core of bisexuality within him #also there's that part i recall in maybe the..3rd game? where he's like Wow.. I'd Fall For Him Too... about that cinnamon swirl looking man #learnt lately that the writers upon learning that ace attorney was very popular with BL people immediately started reading BL #to understand the genre. i think phoenix would also do such Research in college. to Learn About People. About The World. #so now he feels that he has gaydar and is a good Ally etc. But actually maybe...you're also just bi too ! #too bad you'll have to get kissed by a criminal to work that out! Hang in there <3 #i reread my fic today !! I'm in the christmas mood now ! Sort of ! ooooh the 7 year gap.. at least we are in the 7 year gap years irl #Somewhere out there they ARE drinking wine romantically gazing at snow on a balcony in germany. thank GOD for that fr #so i shall be drawing things from THAT era next i need to depict men finally kissing NOW !!!!!! #can't do it with orufrey..can't draw cute happy romantic wintry art of them..didn't finish processing my current divorcecore arc era cycle

[valeovalairs]

Happy Valentines, I don’t have any art prepared so I offer to you all some WIPs

#The fish and chips is the outlier it just happened after watching 115 #Probably won’t ever finish it #Sort of unrelated but I just read the most devastating fish and chips fic which I’ll be thinking about for the next week #Ofc it’s mostly angelstone #jrwi #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi riptide #jrwi fanart #jrwi fnc #jrwi fish and chips #jrwi angelstone #angelstone my beloved #my art

[cufeilidh]

I've been meaning to finish this for weeks but I went and got on a writing and sewing kick instead. Drawing bug bit again yesterday ;)

Featuring my favorite Andalite, Stedeth Esgarrouth Bonnetil. I love him.

Read his story wanna fly away (I don't know where my soul is) by @ghostalservice and @petrichorca cause it's amazing and one of my absolute favs. You don't need to be familiar with animorphs to enjoy, so go get yourself some alien adventure and spice!

#i got a galaxy tablet to draw on a couple months ago and i love it #this is actually my first finished colored drawing #i... have not figured out backgrounds yet #ofmd fanart #ofmd fic rec #stede bonnet #sort of #stedeth #ed teach #my art #digital art #seriously go read the fic its so good

[theminecraftbee]

hermit horror week day 6: season 6 or flesh

Cleo hums as she looks over her pirate crew. Her ship is coming more and more to life every day with the help of the new armor stand book. Bringing real pirates to life to live in her crew--it's been a dream so far. She has a real knack for it, to. Everyone keeps commenting on it.

It's funny, thinking she of all people would be good at bringing life to things. There's a joke about that, she's sure.

She flips through the book, tilts her head and frowns as the crew prepares her ship for the day. Hm, no. She needs to make some more edits, though, before she declares it done. Her crew is a little bit too all the same color, at the moment, and there aren't enough that are the right height, and...

She walks up to the nearest crew member. He looks up at her and waves methodically before going back to his programmed actions. She flips the pages in the book, finds the correct pages to nudge, and starts messing with his height to make the crew more varied.

There is a horrible snapping and popping sound as the crew member freezes in place, and his torso and limbs begin to stretch to match the new parameters. The skin twists around the bone. Bones break and regrow. She waits patiently for the changes to be done. Finally, the twisted cracking stops, and the crew member stands at his new height.

Cleo makes a face.

"Yeah, I'm not sure that's right either," she says, even as the crew member stands up to start going back to his tasks. He's sweating and shaking, which makes it a bit hard to judge, so she re-locks the armor stand in place, freezing him.

She thinks she got his limbs wrong the first time, actually; that's why the new height didn't work well. It'll be individual reposing, then.

She starts making adjustments in her book when she looks over her shoulder and sees her crew staring at her. She shudders. It's unnerving when that happens. It always makes her feel like--she brings life to her builds like this, but it's not like the things are alive.

But sometimes, when she's adjusting the scene...

"Well? You lot get back to work!" she says, and she goes back to adjusting the first crew member she has to make changes for. She'll start with the arms, since those are proportioned worst. She needs to make them a little shorter.

The terrible tearing and popping sounds continue as things break and relocate. Cleo sighs.

One day, maybe this will be less trial and error, and she'll have to hear less horrible bone breaking? Today, though, she'll be fine with it. She's a zombie, she's probably heard worse.

As she finishes setting the arm in place, there's a low, strange sound, like an aborted scream.

She's really got to ask the datapack author one day about that, she thinks, and she moves to the next arm.

#hermithorrorweek2023 #a bee fic #hermitcraft #zombiecleo #body horror #if my memory that armor stands were added in season 6 (and not before then) is wrong i'm sure this fic sounds real silly #anyway this is sort of for both prompts? #love some good armor stand horror bits amirite #this is a bit short i know its because i am having trouble making the words go tonight but i REALLY WANNA FINISH THE WHOLE PROMPT WEEK #so i made the words go that i could

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

In the House of the Golden Flower, there is a small falls that juts out of a crack along the mountains surrounding the hidden city.

Upon one of the larger rocks beside the pool sits Glorfindel, sketching, as he sometimes would, and this is how Ecthelion finds him.

"Who is that?" he asks, peeking over Glorfindel’s shoulder.

Glorfindel, far too used to his friend coming and going in his house unannounced, paused for but a moment to acknowledge the other's presence before continuing with his delicate task.

The face on the page is no one Ecthelion knows. He is an Elf, that much is clear, with dark hair, an intelligent face, and the most piercing eyes Ecthelion has ever seen. Ecthelion prides himself in knowing the ins and outs of Gondolin, for he values no task above the protection of their hidden valley. He is therefore certain that this Elf is not one of theirs.

"I met him in a dream," says Glorfindel. His charcoal tip tenderly traces the outline of a cheekbone.

“I see.”

Ecthelion makes himself comfortable, sitting beside Glorfindel as he nudges the other with a teasing elbow. “Is this how the people of Gondolin are put out of their misery? Our most eligible bachelor finally caught—and right under our very noses! In a dream!”

Glorfindel snorts. “Stop it. I am hardly the most eligible when you are also yet to marry.”

“You are right; we must therefore keep your newly found unavailability a secret, lest they remember to think about me.”

Glorfindel fondly shakes his head.

More seriously this time, Ecthelion asks, "What is he like?"

His friend thinks for a moment. "Intimidating."

"Intimidating like Maeglin at a party or intimidating like Egalmoth when asked a stupid question?"

"Intimidating like no one. I daresay he gives Egalmoth a run for his money."

“Huh. Didn't think you were into that."

Ecthelion watches the way his friend’s eyes go back to the page. He can hardly recognize Glorfindel like this, so long a brother-in-arms whom he never once saw regard another the way he is now regarding this mysterious dream Elf. But he is certain of the color on Glorfindel's cheeks, catches the nearly subtle way he bites his lip, a smile threatening to break.

Fondly, Glorfindel admits, "Neither did I."

#fic snippet #wip snippet #may as well share some snippets here when I struggle to finish fics 🥲 #sequel supposedly to A Place Between Time and Sorrow #where Ecthelion meets Erestor #sort of #Ecthelion stumbling on Glorestor os one of my favourite things now lol #Glorfindel #Ecthelion #Glorestor

[papermachedragons]

You write one "drunk" kiss scene between Merlin and Gwaine and then from then on -- even a year and more later -- every time you read a fic from any fandom with a drunk kiss in it, you end up thinking about that Merwaine fic and you start to ache so desperately to return to it

#im telling you i cant read drunk people kissing in fics without getting swarmed with thoughts of my merwaine fic #where they have one (1) sort of drunk kiss #and my heart just aches and aches and i want to return to it and finish it and post it so badly #writer #writing #writing fanfic #fanfic writing #fic writing #merwaine #mergwaine #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin fic #bbc merlin fic #dragons talk

[neverevan]

Inspiration Saturday ☔️

Phew, I haven't done one of these in months! But hoping to actually get inspired and also to prove that I am working on that last chapter and because I think I actually finally know how to get through that last bump, here's a little tease from the last chapter of the mudslide fic:

The hours leading up to that felt heavy. Eddie could feel Buck’s worried looks on the back of his neck all throughout, sticking there like he accidentally rolled into flypaper. Eddie couldn’t blame Buck for it much, but by god, did it make him feel like shit; like some fragile porcelain doll that couldn’t handle the pressure without snapping.

And he could handle it, damnit. He’s done this before and he’ll do it again.

After coming back from his first tour in Afghanistan, they sent out dates and locations for all upcoming funerals and Eddie had spent five days driving around in his old truck, wearing his cheap suit, sweating yellow stains into his white shirt and trying to get to all the places that he could afford the gas money to.

That was the one time of Eddie being selfish and leaving Shannon to deal with Christopher alone, that she never rowed up for him and he was still thankful for that to this day.

Those funerals were different, however. Most of those soldiers he’s never met or only so briefly that he probably wouldn’t have recognized them on the street — after that, he made a great effort to commit their faces into his memory, by staring at their framed smiles at ceremonies day in and day out.

This time, he was attending the service for someone who, inadvertently so, but saved his life and Bosko’s. Ramirez made the ultimate sacrifice and the least Eddie could do was to honor his memory.

✨Tagged by and tagging the wonderful @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @exhuastedpigeon @honestlydarkprincess @excuseme-greentea @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @sunflowerdiaiz @watchyourbuck

#I know that I've been making nothing but gifs lately but it's sort of a distraction technique that usually works #focusing on something else helps the process bc I always need at least three things to watch/listen to/read at the same time #if you think I might have adhd you're probably right but we'll never find out #anyway #I hope my writing beans will return to me soon cuz I got a bunch of wips I wanna finish #but most of those are getting dashed if and when the canon shifts ugh #buddie #911 #wip #the mudslide fic

[mamawasatesttube]

core four halloween costumes. using these in my halloweenfic but the actual fic is about something else but the costumes. they're important to me. we have:

captain james tiberius kirk kon, but specifically amok time ripped tiddy window edition. he's got a phaser and a tricorder and pants that make his ass look GREAT. and his own addition to the costume (sparkly winged eyeliner and some tall funky fuckoff boots). he Will be doing the boobs and butt pose for at least half the photos, thank you!!!!

cassie is a lumberjack. she has a little toy axe (she would have a real one, but that would pose problems at some parties and such. but she wants it on the record she does have a cool big axe at home). she's got the flannel and hiking boots and everything. her butch lesbian modifier is off the charts.

tim is a sexy sheet ghost because he thought it would be funny. and he's right. he's got stilettos and fishnets but the rest of him from the upper thighs up is just covered by a bedsheet with eyeholes cut in it. he's very pleased with himself for this

bart is sonic the hedgehog. he's got a basic sonic onesie and truly giant shoes but the real crowning glory is that he got cassie and kon to help him spike his hair with So much gel and temporarily dye it blue (with spray dye. it does not look that particularly good. kinda patchy. this only adds to the charm.)

#they will be in these outfits getting up to all sorts of things if i can just . make myself finish this fic! #aughghghhjjj #rimi talks #core four #kon #bart #tim #cassie

[0x1000]

Any more fics coming soon? Love your work!

I'd like to say "yes", but I kinda don't have any... Aside from a few thousand words worth of a sequel to TAS that I ended up not liking or finishing. =| SIGH.

I have ideas for fics all the time, certainly—but I struggle writing these things without a unique concept to impart... I need, like, a thesis to defend. Which is a really funny thing to say when being asked about your robot porn. But it is true, at least for me. I require stimulation both sexual AND cerebral. Cranking it straight up sapiosexual style.

Written erotica is far stranger of a beast than visual erotica—it requires both lurid context and lurid detail. It's a lot less immediate, and that's sort of what I struggle with. That's why I inevitably pen thousands of words of preparatory preamble before nary a penis has the chance to appear, let alone penetrate.

Basically, my problem is that I think I've already gotten across most of what I'd like to convey...? Regarding ULTRAKILL, at least. And what I haven't would be much better expressed after some loose ends are tied up in canon itself, once the game is complete. I fear redundancy—and while I doubt one would describe any one rhythmic thrust in the sequence of sex as "repetitive" or "trite", I'd just prefer to wait until I have something I'm confident in the quality of.

... That being said, I was contemplating writing a new fic as recent as "literally yesterday". So I mean. Who knows!

But! As compensation for your kind words, here's a BUNCH of passages from the TAS sequel that I kinda scrapped:

#ultrakill #gabv1el #v4v #For this fic: Honestly‚ if there's enough interest‚ I might consider finishing it... #I'm still sort of dissatisfied with it at a conceptual level‚ but IDK. Getting some second opinions might help my perception of it. #If I do go back to writing it‚ I would like to change a few elements. I'm now an incorrigible fan of she/her V2‚ as of the dev stream. #And I'd like stuff to better match with everything introduced in Act 3 so far... #No I cannot write about robot dick like a normal person. Why do you ask #my stuff

[magalidragon]

wolf and flame | a witchy Jonerys Orgasmic October 2023 fic | day 7: witching hour

Here we go, I managed to get it in just before Halloween! This is for @snowxstormworld Jonerys Orgasmic October 2023, day 7: witching hour! Enjoy!

He reached into his cloak and removed a heavy piece of parchment, pushing it towards her with his gloved hand. She took it, flipping it open and staring at the ruins inked into the weathered pages. It was a map. A map she had been looking for, for ages. Her violet eyes flicked up to meet his piercing blue ones. “You found it?” she murmured. “In a way,” he answered vaguely. She opened her mouth to speak when her nose wrinkled, an odd scent permeating through the smoke, sweat, and ale-scented smog of the pub. It was a scent she had only smelled once in her life. The worst day of it. Wolf Her lips curled in a snarl; in the Stormlands, Drogon screeched, turning northward immediately to be at her side. The fire sang in her blood and she turned her fingers up, curling them, drawing the candle flames near to her. Except…this had something to it. It was cloaked. The wolf was trying to hide. She cocked her head, her violet eyes almost black, staring at Davis. “There’s a wolf here.” Davos smirked. “I hear there’s one in the Kingswood. The local children tell stories. They don’t go there.” “Wolves can’t survive long out of the North.” They were her mortal enemies. The ones who helped murder her family. She scanned the pub, but saw nothing out of the ordinary, until she paused, her gaze landing on a black cloaked figure standing at the bar. She narrowed her eyes, tapping her fingers on the table, fire burning through her skin, dancing from fingertip to fingertip. The person at the bar was magical, but she couldn't put her finger on why. The figure turned, glancing her direction, and for a brief second, she saw a pale face, dark beard, and piercing set of gray eyes before the figure disappeared into a throng of people who had just entered the pub. She sat straighter, one hand disappearing the map into her cloak, the other flicking her hood further over her silver hair; she had been here too long. There were some who were beginning to notice. This might be neutral territory for the likes of her, but Targaryens did not survive long in Westeros and it was best she get a move on. Davos tapped his fingers to his lips, smiling vaguely. "You might want to canvass the Kingswood, search for this mysterious wolf. The children refer to him as the Big Bad Wolf." "Well they're children, they're stupid." He shrugged, as if to give her that point. She didn’t like the fact that the wolf scent had been so powerful, but also so fleeting. She also didn’t like the fact she couldn’t tell what sort of magic the black-cloaked figure held. It probably didn’t matter; this city was a transit point for anyone seeking access to the greater part of Westeros. She nodded to Davos, standing swiftly in one move. “Davos.” He smiled again. “Search the Kingswood. You might find…something useful.”

#jonerys #my fics #my moodboards #jonerys fanfic #snowxstormworld #jonerys orgasmic October 2023 #day 7: witching hour #I managed to finish on time sort of yayyy

[thatonegayship]

I loved the cowboy comic so much that I wrote a oneshot for it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50934235 🥺 your art is BEYOND amazing, ty for the food

INCREDIBLE!!!!!

#billdip #I honestly loved this story start to finish with the ambience and quick pace #hadn't considered the possibility of Bill and Dipper actually working *together* but it's always a good time when they do ❤️ #sorry it took so long to reblog 🥲 #I read it like- Right when you posted. But I had to catch a plane and then drive an extra hour home and immediately get on zoom for class #and today i was just all around exhausted so i slept roughly 70% of the entire day dndsjdndnd #all that to say that I had your fic in the back of my mind and I very much wanted to set some time aside and re-read it when I got the chan #honestly with how well you set things up I would've loved to see your own rendition of their first kiss #You established their relationship really well at the start and brought them together by the end after outsmsrtong those bandits #it feels like you have a better understanding of who they are to each other than even i do 😌 very much a fan #i love when stories incorporate those sort of 'habits' that the love interests fall into #that confuses character A while character B is so clearly using it as an excuse to get close and spend more time with them #i squealed like a maniac when Bill was like oooph lemme walk you home 😏🤠 #sir i am going to wrangle you up if you don't compose yourself #and Dipper's just wary of him because people as handsome as bill used to pick on him 😢 #little does he know he's grown into a 10/10 cutie patootie that any cowboy would be stupid NOT to smooch #I'm a simple man. I read oblivious low-confidence cowboy being pursued by a hottie on a horse. I lose my shit #Awesome wonderful writing!!! so happy to have caught your eye and i hope to continue pumping out content for this wonderfully weird ship

[dreamlandcreations]

The One That Got Away

modern gangster!Alfie Solomons x undercover cop!Reader

Summary: this prompt in this AU

Warnings: it's Alfie... so language, angst, fluff, mutual pining, enemies to lovers (sort of, not yet bc you know, idiots), you are hurt and Alfie is ready to kill anyone who was involved in it 🥰

You silently prayed he would keep his bad habit of working late so you could find him in his office at his first and favourite bar.

Sighing in relief when the back door opened after a few knocks, you barely held yourself up with one hand on the doorframe while your other palm pressed on the wound on your abdomen.

"What the fuck?" the man standing in front of you exclaimed so loudly you winced at the volume.

Before you could answer though, your remaining strength just left you and you ended up collapsing into his arms. The last thing you were aware of was his worried expression looking down at you.

Waking up to the doctor on Alfie's payroll stitching you up was not how you imagined your day would go. The gangster held you down as the doctor worked and you weren't spared from the questioning even in the midst of pain.

"What the fuck happened?" was Alfie's first question, not even waiting for an answer before the next followed with a growling tone that sent shivers down your spine. "Who did this to you?"

"Doesn't... matter," you wheezed, fighting to stay conscious.

"Doesn't matter?!" he exclaimed, his grip tightening.

"Not...your problem."

"Well, it is my bloody problem now, isn't it? With you fucking bleeding out on my fucking couch from a fucking bullet wound."

You grit your teeth as you answer. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."

He sighs and you could leave it at that but you know the man, if he doesn't get the answers from you, he will look elsewhere and you couldn't let that happen. You couldn't put him at risk.

As the doctor just finished, Alfie let you go, not anticipating that you'd try to stand up.

"I will get out of here and you can forget this ever happened," is all you could say before your knees buckled and you collapsed again.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

You wince at the yell as Alfie lifts you up and tells the doctor to get out. You expected him to put you back on the couch but he sits down with you, not letting you out of his arms.

He sighs again, trying to calm down, at least enough to get proper answers out of you. Then he huffs as you refuse to meet his eyes.

"You will tell me who shot you and I will take care of it," he murmurs his demand while pressing his forehead against the side of yours. At that you can't resist anymore, you look up at the man who made you question everything you ever believed in and once again, for the millionth time since you've known him, you are tempted to kiss him and if his flickering gaze is any indication, he might feel the same pull too.

Squirming in his lap results in a sharp stab of pain and you gasp before turning away, hiding your face against his bloodied shirt. He feels your tears but you don't make a sound, not even as he hugs you closer, trying to give you some comfort.

"I didn't want to drag you into this," is an apology and pleading at the same time, with the "he's a cop" as your final warning.

He doesn't care, not anymore. Alfie let you go once, it will not happen again. He will make sure you are safe, whatever it takes.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #modern au #modern!alfie solomons #modern! au #🌎 #⚡ #🧸 #look i've finished something #sort of #I am not sure where I wanted to go with this when I began almost a year ago and I think it shows 🙈 #my stuff #my fics

[leconcombrerit]

Last one and I'll stop bothering you, but here's the big outline of my interpretation :

An endless loop

The boys are stuck in a loop ; as Phee said at the end, even he, Jin and Tee had never left the house. I don't think they're dead. I just think them being dead or alive doesn't matter, because they will all circle back to the house in the woods anyway, and the loop will start again from the beginning of ep 1. Much the same as Phee didn't remember how they got out, they won't remember how they got back in. They won't remember much, actually. Events will replay the same way they had last time -and the time before, and all those beforehand for all we know. A neverending recreation of Non's first and only movie. But I think there's more.

If they die like Por, Top, Fluke, White and New, they're brought back to the loop anyway. Death isn't a get out of jail card. If they get away like Phee, Jin and Tee, they get brought back as well -but I think they keep a vague memory of the slaughter on a subconscious level. Not the flashbacks kind ; rather that feeling etched in your bones, something you don't even notice that still guides your moves and thoughts.

The masked figures

Time travel usually tends to get tricky since the very principle of a loop is that things already happened while they're happening, the masked figures would be the boys' own 'ghosts', or previous selves if you'd like. I made a post about it here, and another here about which masked figure would represent each character.

Tee's memories

Tee freaks out and refuses to consider any option other than the ghost of Non being out to get them. He feels guilty, sure, but he still seems to overreact compared with his usual behavior. Not that I had noticed much since we barely knew him at the time. Tee knows. He does't know that he knows, but he knows anyway. And he'll get rid of the ghost haunting him and protect White this time.

Just kidding. He failed again.

Phee's memories

Unlike the others, Phee breaks out of the nightmare by his own means. He doesn't cave in like Fluke, Top or even Tee ; he doesn't need saving like Jin. Phee escapes by convincing himself what he sees is entirely an hallucination, a certainty that allows him to figuratively let Non die and keep the ghost at bay (more about it here).

A ghost that can't appear if you're not scared ; if you don't believe in it at all ; if your mind isn't plagued by fear and clouded by drugs. Phee abandons Non again to save Jin and Tee, but forcing your way out isn't going to be enough to beat Non's curse. His mind being the clearest, he'd retain bits and pieces that would help him navigate the scene, as I mentioned in one of the linked posts. One of those memories would be that Non doesn't haunt them, it's all manmade. Second would be little things that allow him to make impeccable guesswork.

Phee being Phee, he probably tries his best to save as many people as he can every time. But hey, he failed again. And he loses even when he wins.

The drugs and the ghost

When I said paranormal and factual dimensions were intertwined, I mean you can't cut a clear distinction bewteen the two. It overlaps. Some events are both paranormal and material at the same time ; I think that's what happens with the hallucinations the boys get. It is due to the drugs, yet at the same time it is Non. I felt like the more you see him with a mask on, the less it's him and the more of a drug induced hallucination it is.

Those who truly see him are the ones Non feels the most strongly about. Tee, who tried his best but also sentenced him to death. Phee, who abandoned him when he needed him most. Jin is still a mystery but I'm working on it. And New, of course.

New was never cursed ; he is part of the curse

New who doesn't see his worst fear come true, but gets comforting words instead, even after breathing the gas. New who is yet stuck in this nightmarish loop like the rest of them in spite of being forgiven by the end of it.

As I stated here, he serves as an ally for Non. He's the one who makes everything possible. Non holds his hand with the red string of fate on. New will forever carry out his brother's revenge, over and over and again. I don't think it's such a bad fate for him. He has the time of his life anytime he takes one of them down after all.

Could they break free ?

Ultimately ? I wanna say no. I like it better that way. Non won't forgive them. But if you told me 'hey, let's make a season 2, those fuckers need to find a way out', well...

A classic would be that they need to all survive. Or that's at least something they could try (and by 'they' I mean Phee, he's the obvious hero). Keep Por from impaling himself on a branch, or keep Top from killing him. Find ways around New's plan. Get everyone to calm their tits when actual ghosts haunt their hallucinations. Good luck with that.

Another classic would be to get them to accept and face what they did to Non. No more 'I'm sorry's, no more 'it wasn't me'. Man up. Face your fear. Look the ghost dead in the eyes and take it all in. Tee especially would need to get a lot of work done before he inhales the fumes, and more again when he faces Non. He did kill him. Trying to repair his mistake doesn't change shit to that. He has to stab him or he'll stab White.

Phee would need to accept that it is indeed Non he's facing. He needs to accept that he let him die and that Non hated him for it. Phee desperately wants to be a good man, true to his word, strong and reliable. He wasn't any of this to Non. His final reaction is the right one ; he had to let Non die in that bathtub. He had to let him jump off the roof. But he has to do so acknowledging that it's Non.

And if they all do this, Non doesn't have power on them anymore. His vengeance becomes empty. Only New remains as a threat, robbed from his main weapon. The whole thing becomes meaningless and falls apart. I hate it because Non and New deserve their killing spree, but somehow I don't think a second season would go that route...

#I'll stop I swear #but I need to get my mind off things #and it's interesting #I sort of want to write a little ficlet about it ? #I mean I would need to finish Family Portrait first sure #but maybe a little teeny tiny fic ? I don't know #hit me up if you'd read that I could always try #dead friend forever #dff the series

[sunshinediaz]

tease tidbit tuesday 🫧

mm hi, i'm here and i'm sorry for not participating in any wip games but i'm unfortunately a very busy person at all times. all i've been writing is hoa eddie + britt's birthday fic so have a lil thing from hoa <3

“You know, when I said I hoped your house burned down I didn’t really mean it.”  She cuts her eyes his way, sharp and accusatory. “You never said that.”  He laughs and then coughs into his elbow. “Sorry,” he apologizes, and he actually means it for worse. “I thought it enough I assumed you must’ve known how I felt. Oops.” 

thank you @wikiangela for tagging me, mwah

tagging @spagheddiediaz, @jeeyuns, @neverevan, @actualalligator, @exhuastedpigeon, @rogerzsteven, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @devirnis, @daffi-990, @honestlydarkprincess, @sibylsleaves, and @monsterrae1 if any of have anything you'd like to share <3

#mm at the rate i'm writing this fic i'm hoping it'll be finished by the end of the season so i can go back through and edit out #all the bits with natalia and work in tommy and get marisol sorted out #which sounds like a lot but it really isn't at all? #the love i have for this fic just continues to grow. makes me so excited. i might start crying. who knows. #tag games