#canon deviation

[ambrosewriter]

Baptism of Betrayal

After Ayumi kills Naomi in the basement, she begins to realize the fate she has locked herself into.

This is an extension of Wrong End 2 ★4 of Chapter 5 in BloodCovered: Repeated Fear. !!This fic does not follow the ending faithfully, rather it is my interpretation of it.

I killed her.

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Euphoria coursed through my veins. 

I finally bested her. It took long enough for me to finally do it. Her blood stained my hand and the sleeve of my uniform a beautiful shade of red. The most beautiful I’d ever seen up until now. Who cares if it is the same color as Suzumoto’s, who is splattered against a wall? I welcome this new spider lily accessory; I’ll be able to wash it off soon anyway. My uniform might need a little bit more elbow grease, but that’s okay; so does my skirt.

“I’ll be taking this! Hehe.” I took the paper doll scrap from Nakashima’s hand. Somehow, rigor mortis has already set in, further pushing the narrative that time is moving differently here in this space. Her knuckles made an eerie clicking sound as I grabbed the piece of paper.

Now all that is left is to find Mochida. He must be hurt by the loss of his sister, poor girl. Maybe if she didn’t meddle in our business back in the classroom, she wouldn’t have been in this situation to begin with.

Rounding the corner, I found him sooner than I anticipated. “Mochida-kun!!” I called out to him, but no response. “Hey, come on! Let’s get out of here!”

He didn’t say a thing, never even made an effort to look up to me. Walking closer to him, I saw the thick, black mist surrounding him. The only thing falling out of his mouth at this point is “Yuka… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry….”

Satoshi Mochida is gone. There is no life in his eyes. No will to live. No hope like I saw moments before.

“No… the darkening. Not you too,” 

This curse has claimed another friend. Kishinuma is the second, as he is likely still standing by that incinerator in a more sorry state than Mochida. The boys are gone. Nakashima and Mochida found Yuka dead further in the basement. Nakashima is...

Nakashima… She’s… I…

“No… No. No. No. NOOOOO!!!”

I am the last person still alive. Everyone else is gone. The paper doll scrap I killed someone over is now useless. Without someone else to do the charm with, I have no way to get out.

The realization hit me hard. My knees began to give out. I backed away from Mochida to the middle of the intersection. One way made me face the unnecessary murder I had just committed, and the other made me face the reality of my permanent entrapment. I walked towards Nakashima. She lays on the dirt ground, bruised and bloody from where I pummeled her. I took a closer look.

The bitch is smiling at me. Even in death, she has a goddamn smirk on her face. Once again, she proves that I will never get what I want.

I ran away from the scene of my crime. I can’t take looking at either of them anymore. It felt like I was inhaling ice shards as I ran. The taste and smell of metal hit the back of my throat as I breathed. Anything is welcome to distract me from this hell I’ve put myself into.

Running past all the podiums and displays full of severed heads from countless victims who have been sent here, I made it to the basement door.

“Let me out!” I began banging my fists on the door, “Let me out! Let me out!” 

The door won’t give. It will never give. The warding charms on the other side are keeping it closed, and there is nothing I can do to open it. Whatever blood was still wet or malleable on my hand splattered onto the door. I pounded and pounded with the false hope that the hallway on the other side would show itself.

“Let me out, please!” I slid down the door and fell onto my knees. Tears began to fall down my face. My cries are only heard by the deaf ears of corpses. 

“Mom!”

“Nee-chan!” 

…

“Kishinuma!” 

How pathetic do I have to be to call out to Kishinuma, of all people? At this point, I am no different than Mochida, who is letting words stumble out of his mouth.

This school has bested me, finally cracked me. I am merely a human girl who cannot do anything other than whine, bitch, and complain. All of this is because of me. I was the one who found the charm; I was the one who suggested doing it. I cut out the paper doll so merrily, I made it a big deal with Suzumoto leaving.

My vision began to darken. Maybe it was the basement lights finally giving out, or I haven’t been breathing properly down here. Of course I wasn’t; the air here is thick, and I’ve been crying and wailing. It began to darken deeper. I raised my hand to look at the blood. It’s darker now, having dried up for the most part, with parts on the side of my hand peeking through from where it made contact with the door. 

Oh… I get it now. I’m succumbing to the darkening. It’s a fitting end for someone like me. I turned to rest my back against the door. The lightbulb’s glow grew dimmer as the hallway appeared to grow in length. That darkness at the very end looked as if it were crawling toward me. It reminds me of the weird stains on the floor when Yuki came to give Kishinuma and I her thanks.

Kishinuma… 

I never thanked him for coming back. He wouldn’t be able to hear me, but the gesture, I’m sure, would have been felt. I never apologized for being vile to him, either. Berating him back in our classroom was uncalled for. He was only trying to help make this situation better. Even after I said what I did, he still came in to help me. I’m not worthy of his love or admiration.

The darkness crawled closer.

Nakashima…

I should have just left her alone. If I did, we could have both left. I could have snagged Mochida’s scrap from his pocket. I shouldn’t have let my jealousy and anger get the best of me, or we could both be home.

Red eyes began to pop out from the darkness. They have no pupils, irises, or sclera; they’re just a flat red. The same eyes I saw back in 2-9. I felt all of them analyzing me. They felt familiar, almost like they were my friends berating me. 

Not long after the eyes, the voices began to speak up.

“How could you do this?” 

“Why did you kill me?”

“Why did you kill us?”

“It hurts so much.”

“Do you know what you did to us?”

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!

“Don’t you think I feel guilty?! I didn’t want any of this!”

I took my newfound energy and sprang up to my feet. I ran back in, past the eyes, pushing out the voices. The hands were making desperate attempts to grab me, but failed.

How does one escape their own head? That’s all it is, my own mind working against me.

Wait.

My own head?

Running back past the trophies, around the maze, I find myself back at Nakashima’s corpse. She was still wearing that smirk on her face, like she knew what she was doing to me.

I let out a guttural scream and threw myself at her. I began clawing at her throat.

“Let’s shut you up, huh? HUH? Do you think you can get away with messing with me?! Last time I checked, I was the one who bested you! Who gave you the right to fuck with me?”

My hands found their way from her throat to her mouth. I dug my fingernails in and tore whatever skin off. It was in my way. I pushed past her teeth and dug my nails into her tongue.

“Do you know why those kids didn’t talk? It’s because Sachiko cut their tongues out! Haha, yes! So, if it worked for her, it should work for me too! Aha ha ha ha ha!”

My cheeks are stinging, but I don’t care. The euphoria I felt moments ago has come back with a vengeance.  

I continued to claw at Nakashima’s face until she was unrecognizable. Ripping her tongue out of her mouth caused blood to spray onto my face. If her mother saw her, I’m sure she would cry hysterically.

“Aha ha ha ha ha. Do you still feel confident now? The only reason why anyone would bother looking at you is because of your tits! That’s the only thing anyone would care about anyway!”

I stood up to admire my handiwork from afar. Blood dripped from my fingertips, the sound echoing through the empty halls. Laughter roared out of me. There was no stopping it. Naomi Nakashima was wounded beyond recognition to anyone but me. Only other unfortunate souls sent here will ever learn her name from her I.D.. 

Now everything on me is covered in red. The blood drying gave me a weird sticky sensation, but only on small patches of my skin. It was irritating. I want to wash it off, but this building has no working water.

I began to wipe off as much as possible, but all the fabric was stained after a while.

“Ghh… I need to get this off. But where… where?”

Aimlessly walking around, I found myself back at the body pool. It smells of death in here, so much so that anyone would vomit just by standing in the doorframe, but it doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, I walked in merrily to the edge of the pool and stuck my hands in.

“Weird, I thought it’d be cooler.”

The mixture of blood, viscera and rotten meat was oddly warm. Inviting, almost. Too inviting.

“Going further shouldn’t hurt, right?”

I sunk my arms up to my elbows. Then to my shoulders. Soon, I found myself fully submerged. I already nearly drowned once; a second time wouldn’t hurt. 

I put my head under and swallowed as much as I could. It tasted horrendous, but I couldn’t stop. Eventually, I began sinking further into the pool.

Why was I doing this?

Wait.

Why was I doing this?

Snapping out of whatever idiotic mindset I was in, I made vain attempts to reach the surface. None of them succeeded. I must lay in the baptismal font of my sins, as it is my punishment.

Slowly but surely, my memory from the past hour or so came back piece by piece. How could I have desecrated Nakashima like that? Even the first time around, I didn’t want to. What a pitiful person I am.

My vision began to darken again, but this time for good. Indeed, this is a fitting end for a betrayer like me.

a/n: thank you so much for reading <3 this is my first fic that i've published ! i do plan on making more Wrong End Extensions, so stay tuned :) i do have a ao3 under the same name (ambrose_writer) so feel free to show support on both sites :)

#corpse party #corpse party fanfiction #Wrong End Extensions #canon deviation #mental breakdown #ayumi shinozaki

[julia-bunncat]

Amashinsai AU: What's about the Killing game?

Hi, random DRV3 fans!

Time ago I posted some "My ship opinion" stuff in which I talked about the possibilities of developing pairings, such as Shinsai, Amaguji and Amasai; came to certain conclusions... And promised to supplement the info about such a clause of "Ship Template" as «Who confessed first»! This... is gonna be a very detailed "supplement" 😅 It's possible that I will split it into several different parts, which, in time, will also be detailed… But I came here so people could love Amashinsai as sincerely as I do! 💖 I need to be more than serious for such a purpose ☝

I will begin by saying that in the canon (for all the reasons we know) Amashinsai is not possible. So it has to be either AU Development Plan / DRS [simple way]… Or reworked canon version [the hard one]. Can you guess which way I chose? :>

The correct answer is a "new" or, if you like, my own version of canon. Its plot, chronological, logical and stylistic component is still being supplemented, as the complete census of the game – is not for the faint-hearted... But luckily, in this post I didn't plan to reveal ALL the specifics! (fanfics are more suitable for this format) Let’s just talk about the ones that matter in the context of Amashinsai:

* In the first chapter, Rantaro justifies his title of Ultimate Survivor. In many ways, Tsumugi’s plan to get rid of him fails thanks to Korekiyo (inspired by his suspicions in the first chapter), who manages to befriend Rantaro and "become interested" in his secretive behavior. Shinguji’s indifference essentially saves Amami’s life. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

* Naturally, if Rantaro survives, Kaede will also not be punished as his "murderer". However, the trial will not be overturned, which means the details of the shot put ball plan and her distrust will be exposed. Upon completion of the trial suspicious views will be directed both to her and to Tsumugi... ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

* If something went "off plan" from the beginning, the whole further course of events will be changed. Since Kaede lost favour with almost all members of the caste – she can't be the main character in this crazy story. If in the first chapter the victim and the murderer didn't match – in the following chapters (with one small exception, I think), their number and content will be different too. At this point, the list of undeniable survivors includes: Shuichi, Kaede, Rantaro, Korekiyo, Kaito, Gonta, Kokichi. The rest are either in question, or definitely will not leave this killing game – I see no point in clarifying it by now. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

* From the above paragraph it may seem that in this case the game will be "boring". Moreover, it's clearly shorter than all previous parts of Danganronpa – no more than three chapters with the murderer/victim (the only nuance: the period of "rest" between the murders will be significantly extended: the motives will not encourage immediately)... But that was actually my idea. The last game should be as destructive as possible for Mastermind. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

* The main plot-twist, which I used to call «Your whole personality is a fake / fantasy of one 18~ y.o. girl» – also goes into the furnace... But not completely burnt! I say NO pregames and total fabrication! I say: «You have forced false memories», because DRV3 plays well with the concept of lies and truth – it's a feature I wouldn’t want to erase. For example, Korekiyo Shinguji remains an Ultimate Anthropologist. He "retains" (for the time being) an unhealthy dependence on his sister due to abuse... But he DIDN'T KILL almost 100 girls for her. He didn’t, but he remembers every murder embedded in his head – and has to live with it until he’s sure it’s imposed. In the case of Rantaro Amami, the lie hides in the main purpose of his life – to find the twelve missing sisters... Although he lost only one ;) It would be a relief mixed with the bitter realization that he still doesn’t know where she is, especially given the fact that there's a ruins outside. Some students (such as Kaito, Kokichi, Himiko...) will receive a portion of the lie directly related to their Ultimate talent. Somewhere it was switched, somewhere student’s merits exaggerated so that he is confident in the truth of his talent... But there are those to whom Tsumugi has prepared a special gift: «You’re so boring that it’s pointless to change anything in your life». With despair, Tsumugi will try to shine in such a way that she doesn't conform anyone’s expectations. After her words, everyone will be forced to delve into themselves for a long time. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

* Above I mentioned "ruins outside", but I hasten to note that, according to my approximate chronology, by the time of the DRV3's game, the Future Foundation will have already had time to almost completely suppress the consequences of Junko's apocalypse. This was clearly alluded to in the "Ultra Despair Girls", so I'm inclined to believe strongly in the possibility of such a development. Despair had managed to "knock from the coffin", but it crumbled into dust because of this motion, not causing as much damage as it could. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

* Oh, and, well, the abbreviation "DRV3" in my AU has completely lost its meaning. «Killing Harmony» is not 53'rd Killing Game but the fourth (and it’s not even being broadcast, because it makes the chance of being caught by the Future Foundation higher – K1B0 simply records it to put it online at the end). The cruelest is still the one in which Rantaro was the main character and where Tsumugi was able to have fun in the best traditions of Junko.

Somehow so ~ I'm aware of the risk that already these explanations may cause a ton of questions and may even seem to someone useless... But these concepts have been with me for a long time to tear it out of my heart like that. Amashinsai AU is already some kind of my own "baby" 😂

So let’s move from background events to the real ones.

Who and to whom confessed first in my OT3 ??

Short answer: Korekiyo to Rantaro, and —> Shuichi to Korekiyo and Rantaro.

Yeah, full Amashinsai is formed only in the post-game. And during the Killing Game... only Amaguji manage to start dating :'D

Many things led them to this:

the fact that Rantaro is the first person to understand Kiyo and begin to be friends with him;

the reciprocal gesture of Korekiyo, who saved Rantaro’s life;

*rereading ship opinion post* yes, I really think that Rantaro would be determined to "get into" Shinguji’s mind and convince him of the wrongness of their relationship with sister. To open anthropologist’s eyes to the trauma he suffered.

Although, of course, the third item to implement WILL NOT BE as easy as I described. For Amaguji it's turn into a real battle, full of Amami's "audacity" and Shinguji's repeated breakdowns + resistance. After all, you will agree that the only way to suppress Kiyo’s dependence is to completely destroy his worldview, and even his personality (I mean, it's like a bringing to the original settings). The only thing that will deter an anthropologist from hating is that Rantaro has been emphatetic and caring to him before. He has been and continues...

As for Rantaro: he won’t lose his patience thanks to Shuichi Saihara. They’ll struggle with deciphering his video-message, with mystery of Mastermind... And, in general, do you remember the thesis: «Shuichi – balance for Amaguji»? In the beginnings of their polyamorous relationship it will work always. Shuichi will take an interest in both of them (canonical FTEs), will listen / worry about them during the conflict and will get the support he needs to accept his own detective skills.

In the end, Korekiyo will come to his falling in love, which will be mutual despite all the background. Rantaro will be the one who advise him to cut a lock of hair every time he feels sister’s "manifestation". Rantaro will be the first before whom Kiyo starts to remove his mask (the next one is Shuichi, the last spurt is to show up in front of all classmates). Rantaro will supplement the aspects of Kiyo's personality not imposed by sister by involving him in any activities with others (here Shuichi say hi again 👋) to find out what Shinguji really likes + give him the freedom to deal with feelings alone.

But this is only the FIRST stage, where even the smallest events seemed to have special significance (please keep this in mind). Where all this leads – is the theme for the next part, which I plan to do in the form of "question-answer" and with a more thoughtful timeline.

You too can "participate" in the process of writing, if you'll ask questions about anything that you have not understood from this post..~ But remember, I’m concentrating on Amashinsai right now. Amaguji’s relationship or course of the Killing Game – is a separate conversation ❣

#danganronpa #drv3 #alternate universe #shuichi saihara #korekiyo shinguji #rantaro amami #amashinsai #amaguji #canon deviation #original amashinsai au

[zoe-oneesama]

Because BARRIER!

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#we'll start deviating from canon next time I promise lol #scarlet lady #scarlet lady comic #scarlet lady au #hawkmoth #episode 53 part 8

[forgotmysword]

Spiracle by Flower Face x Dungeon Meshi by Ryoko Kui

#idrk what this is i was possessed #nonlinear timeline and a f!cked up deviation from canon but i love crazy marcille #and the idea of her keeping herself and falin in the dungeon hidden away for all eternity #toxic yuri save me save me toxic yuri #dungeon meshi #farcille #marcille donato #falin touden #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers #my posts #web weaving

[officialbananabro]

If any fanfic writers do what they did to the avengers to the guardians hmu IMMEDIATELY

#avengers tower more like guardians hq #i just want them to be goofy #i don't care how far we deviate from the canon i want them all to live close by each other like a sitcom #guardians of the galaxy #guardians 3 #gotg #gotg 3 #gotg vol 3 #peter quill #mantis #star lord #drax #rocket #groot #nebula #gamora #kraglin #cosmo #adam warlock

[takami-takami]

My headcanon about Hawks is that the same duality that exists in his personality exists in bed.

Like we all know Keigo is a good person, a good boy. We know he feels strongly, we know he's empathetic and kind and observant. But we also know he's willing to do things most people would be unwilling to do, that his actions are painted shades of moral grey.

We know he's sweet and a bit of a tease, he's passionate and optimistic. But he's also incredibly, terrifyingly serious at his core.

He's indulgent and gluttonous with his little allowances like food and sweets, yet selfless and self sacrificing to a fault. He claims to not have self control when it comes to what he wants, yet continuously denies himself the slowness and domestic life he admits to craving.

So. He loves his partner dearly, holds you like glass and treats your feelings with an innocent reverence twice as so. He wants it slow, wants it sweet, wants to cement every ounce of love he has in it.

But those wants aren't going to stop him from devouring you.

It won't stop the carnal desires from welling up, won't make his instincts to take and toy and play with you go away.

Yeah, you're his darling partner for life, his cherished love.

But you're still his chewtoy.

#hope this makes sense i know him and i love him #i want to capture this when i write. bc this allows me to make him a freak and not deviate too much from canon 😊 #i want him to be a freak sooooo bad #never gonna stop being self indulgent #i have issues #i also know a lot of his personality is Fake like a Persona of sorts #so figuring him out is interesting theres so many directions to take it. #hawks x reader #🐇 rambles #keigo takami x reader #hawks smut #mha thirst #bnha thirst

[storm-called]

Strange things happen when the Mists are involved; fractals can splinter off from other worlds. Worlds where one little thing went different and changed the thread of fate.

Take, for example, Tyria's heroes. What would the consequences be if the beloved Commander made a different choice so many years ago?

What would be the fallout of a meeting between the two?

[Image ID:

A digital painting of two Glaws standing opposed to one another with arms raised and weapons aimed at one another. The Glaw (Stormcaller) on the left is dressed in dark blues, grays, and bright yellows in full-coverage cloth and armor. Their hair is shoulder-length and braided. Their right arm is covered in an intricate golden-armored sleeve, and they hold a slim dagger. A bolt of lightning runs down this arm. The Glaw (Spiritsfire) on the right is dressed in rich browns and reds with pops of light blue gemstones in a revealing corset. Their hair is chin-length and tied up in a ponytail. Their right arm is bare and tattooed in white ink, and they hold a gray-green gun. A streak of fire runs down this arm. Behind the two is a smoky, dark background.

/ end ID]

#my art #rook arts #glaw #spiritsfire #I've been chewing on the idea of this alt glaw for a while #but just recently made them a reality #their deviation from OG glaw is they are the original commander #as in they underwent the entire happenings of the PS and so on #rather than glaw's canon storyline of picking up the commander title post IBS #I don't think they'd get along too well :)

[askponyinuyasha]

@ask-inkheart: You have very pretty eyes! Like a kitty!

@tekbro: meows

Inuyasha: Tch, cats... I'm... more of a dog person.

[Edit: Forgot to add the read-more cut above the PNGs, whoops]

(High-res transparent PNGs below the cut)

Inkheart was especially fun to draw for me. I love her mane. It's serving 90s shojo anime protag. A little Mini Moon, maybe a little CCS.

Tekbro made me really fight to get a cat in the MLP style, because the cats that exist in canon all look terrible XD

#mlp #mlp ask blog #inuyasha #crossover #au #mlp au #ask blog #kirin #mlp kirin #answer #ink heart #unicorn #tekbro #cat #also I deviated from canon in terms of Inuyasha's thoughts on cats #in all honestly he loves to play with (read bother) cats #I just desperately needed to make the 'dog person' joke #please forgive me #for being silly on side

[dangerous-advantage]

jin guangyao: (villian monologuing) clever of you, sneaking into my hidden study like that. my fault, of course. my lack of vigilance comes back to bite me, i suppose. well, no matter. by the time your lan wangji follows after you, i will already be- wei wuxian, neck covered in hickies: actually, we broke up jin guangyao: wait. wait. stop. hold it. everybody stop. jin guangyao: jin guangyao: jin guangyao: what

#mdzs spoilers #i know this is ooc but like whatever #what this doesn't show is lan xichen trying not to rapidly qi deviate on the sidelines #isn't it exactly what happened otherwise? #this isn't even a joke it's just canon #yes i know i'm very original #the entirety of this scene was actually like the peak of the novel 10/10 #mdzs #mo dao zu shi

[anglerflsh]

more of them + speculating about collectors coloring in the tags

#[.art] #black hole prince #toh oc #<-technically #anyway. fiddled with the design a bit (little crescent moon face + silly hat) #i know in canon the collectors all have the same color scheme but listen to me. they're just a little burnt #or better yet our of being a black hole they reflect light in a fucked up and evil way. meaning they're almost opposite in color #that's the best explanation i could come up with #believer in the fact that a collector's look depends on the astral body they're based on and thus that can have an impact on standard/ #/deviation from the regular collector look

[ambrosewriter]

Jagged Apology

Naomi has just found Seiko in the bathroom after looking tirelessly for her. What happens next only adds to the nightmare.

This is an extension of Wrong End 1 ★2 of Chapter 1 in BloodCovered: Repeated Fear !!This fic does not follow the ending faithfully, rather it is my interpretation of it.

“Seiko!! Seiko!! Where are you? Answer me! Please!”

My throat is hoarse from shouting. I can’t believe I allowed myself to yell at Seiko the way I did. She didn’t deserve the attitude I threw at her; we’re stuck in the same boat, after all.

“Seiko!! Seiko!!”

At some point, I blanked out. It felt like my mind was detached from my body, and I was left to watch myself wander aimlessly in the same hallways.

When I came to, I found myself on the third floor, where the bathrooms are.

“Seiko! Seiko, are you up here?!”

I took a minute to breathe. I’ve run through the first and second floors so many times; she must be hiding up here.

“Seiko… please be up here.”

I walked further onto the floor. Turning the corner, a quiet thud came from the end of the hallway, from the girl’s restroom. I ignored the boy’s bathroom and walked right to the other one.

“Seiko… are you in here?” 

Walking in, the air felt heavier than before. The sound was louder than it was in the hallway. 

Thud. 

Thud.

“Sei… ko…”

Thud.

The sound was coming from the fourth stall. The one that was originally locked when Seiko and I passed through the first time, and the one Seiko… did her business in the second time. Stepping in front of it, I saw uwabaki shoes sitting on the floor, neatly placed, facing the wall. My hand loomed over the handle, scared of what could be hiding behind the door.

It creaked open, and something more horrible than everything I’d seen so far sat in front of my eyes.

Seiko was hanging from a noose. There was a bucket toppled over towards the back.

“SEIKO!! NO!!”

I shouted and fell back onto the floor. All of my searching was useless. She was here, and surely if I got here sooner, I could of-

“Na… o… mi…”

“Seiko? Seiko!” 

She’s still alive! Thank god.

“Hold on Seiko, let me get the rope undone!”

 I got back onto my feet and reached behind Seiko’s neck to get to the knot in the rope. Wrapping my fingers around the knot, I tried to untie it to no avail. Every attempt to loosen it tightened it more.

“Guh!”

“Ahh! Sorry, sorry!” 

I backed away and began to panic again. What could I do?

“Hold on Seiko. I’m going to go find something to stand on.”

Maybe my height was getting in the way of adequately getting that knot undone. I walked back out into the hallway and was greeted with an answer to my prayers. There was a bucket full of unidentifiable meat right by the door. Maggots and other bugs were feasting away at the rotting organs. It took everything in me to grab it by the rim and toss the contents onto the floor and walls. Some of the grub found its way onto my arms, legs, and uniform. 

“Geh. Ew, ew, ew! Anything for Seiko.”

I rushed back in, in front of Seiko.

"Seiko! Seiko! I'm back, let me-"

Something changed during the minute I was gone. Seiko was swinging listlessly in the stall, and it seemed she had lost control of her bowels. The filthy bucket fell from my hands as I moved to catch myself.

Seiko Shinohara, my best friend, the one person I was trapped with through something short of a miracle, is now dead.

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!"

A primal scream roared out of me. 

"Seiko, why?! Why did you hang yourself?!"

I can't take this anymore. It never should have ended up like this. We were supposed to send Suzumoto off with smiles and a memento of her time at Kisaragi. We were never supposed to be here. Seiko and I were never supposed to be stranded on our lonesome.

"Seiko... I'm so sorry Seiko...'

I was blubbering like a baby in front of her. My wailing echoed all throughout the room.

“Seiko… Seiko… please say something, anything!”

We were supposed to get out together; that's what she said earlier. She was trying to remain optimistic while we were stuck here. How long was she feeling like this?

Hee hee...

Haa haa...

Aha haa…

The sound of children’s laughter began to ring throughout the space. With a woosh sound, three children surrounded me and pinned me against the wall.

“Wha…?”

They were still laughing, whether at me directly or the situation in general, I don’t know, but it didn’t seem to let up. 

“Child spirits?!”

Their unnatural blue glow was blinding. The child in front of me had no head above the jaw, the girl to my right was missing her left eye, and the boy to my left had a large dark stain on his abdomen. 

Hee hee…

Haa haa…

I tried to move and get away, but I was frozen in place. The only thing I’m able to move is my head, and not by a lot either, only enough to see the two children at my sides. The one in front picked my hand up, placed a large pair of scissors into it, and guided it to my mouth. Another one of them off to my side pulled my jaw down, and the headless child continued to push the scissors into my mouth. I tried to fight it, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. The blades bounced on my molars and made its way to my tonsils.

The children disappeared as if their job was done.

“What? What am I doing?”

I pulled the scissors out of my mouth.

Aha haa…

Hee hee…

Haa haa…

My other hand that wasn’t holding the scissors wormed its way into my mouth and grabbed ahold of my tongue.

What?! What am I doing? Stop! STOP!!

It's futile. The scissors separated and joined again right at the base of my tongue, or at least as close as it could get. 

“GGAHHH!”

One snip wasn’t enough to make it through. I was shearing away nonstop to sever the muscle out of my mouth.

I snipped… and snipped… and snipped…

Eventually, there was a quiet, fleshy thud as my tongue fell onto the floor in front of me. The edge where it was severed was jagged, similar to a toddler learning to cut a piece of paper for the first time. Blood was pouring out of my mouth like a neverending font.

I fell onto my chest and slid across the floor as my legs extended. Attempting to look up one last time, I positioned myself on my elbows.

“Hehoo… I’hh sho shorry…”

My tears and blood mixed on the floor as I began to lose consciousness. Maybe now, we’ll be able to escape this hell together.

a/n: thank you so much for reading the second Wrong End Extension !! this one was so much fun to write, i made my friends proofread this and they all came back sobbing (hehehehe) be sure to show some love on my ao3 (ambrose_writer) as well !

#corpse party #corpse party fanfiction #Wrong End Extensions #naomi nakashima #canon deviation #self mutalition

[slythmultishipper]

"Jiang Cheng never thought of Wei Wuxian as an equal or a brother because he never explicitly stated it."

Oh no, its almost as if there is someone who continuously scolds them for hanging out together much less refer to each other as equals....

its also as if them referring to each other as that could possibly add fuel to existing rumours which could potentially ruin their family life.

#jiang cheng #canon jiang cheng #always hilarious to me when some people use this as an example of Jiang Cheng seeing Wei Wuxian as just a servant to sacrifice #like sure dude #I also jump in front of my mom's whip to save my servant #I also sacrifice my life and basically my family's future for my servant #all while not thinking of them as my equal or even respecting them #everyone does that obviously #you think Yu Ziyuan wouldn't immediately qi deviate when she hears them call each other brothers? #but hey #what do I know #I'm just a girl with no reading comprehension.

[phoenixyfriend]

Saw a post. Got to thinking. Am now wondering how my interpretation of characters differs from the canon, and how much of that is:

Deliberate and reasonable: in a 'fighting against canon-authorial biases' way (e.g. taking queer-coded characters to actually queer, addressing the religious stereotypes and racism baked into certain characters, expanding a female characters motivations in ways that don't match up to canon but do match up to Logical Thinking Human Behavior, updating language and slang to not include slurs, etc.)

Reasonable: in a 'yeah, I guess if you stretch your extrapolation of the canon, or focus on this part of the narrative, you can get there without contradicting the rest too much' kind of way

Deliberate: started nearly canon, and then 'ooc' but as an understandable result of the fic's events

Semi-Deliberate: kind of an art style thing, where it's definitely That Character, but through the author's specific style of dialogue and prose; author-tinted glasses, if you will

Semi-Deliberate: the author was trying, but kind of juggled too many things and you can tell that they slipped too far away from canon, and realized it, but didn't have the time/energy to fix it

Deliberate: different from canon, but within an acceptable standard deviation from the canon/mean

Deliberate: different from canon, in a sort of an AU-where-character-is-X, rather than just a different lens or the result of the fic events

Deliberate: ...but you should have honestly just made an OC, this is basically a different, new character

Probably not deliberate: different, but in a way that's kind of just. off-putting, and not particularly self-aware on the part of the author.

Feel free to reblog and have fun, and use this to talk about your own writing but DO NOT use this to vague and talk smack about other authors in your fandoms. Be Nice.

#fanfiction #fandom #ooc #characterization #star wars #I mean mostly SW but also some others #phoenix babbles #today my thoughts are mostly about the clone wars trio #Is my Anakin too deliberate/self-aware to be Anakin? #Is my Obi-Wan too flexible and patient? too modern in speech and behavior? #Is my Ahsoka... anything like canon at all? #I feel like most of my deviations are supposedly in 'author-tinted glasses' but I worry that I'm in 'au where character is X' #or even 'should have just made an OC' if I'm doing poorly #I have at least a few 'noticed it slipping but didn't have the time to fix it' though

[800db-cloud]

>posts about pizza tower ocs >leaves >refuses to elaborate

#pizza tower #pizza tower oc #era.png #max and ??? arent technically ocs..theyre interps #but they deviate so much from canon they might as well be ocs at this point!!! #anyway hi good evening pizza towerers. look at my losers 😇

[devondespresso]

i was reading a scoops era steddie au where eddie visits scoops often and one thing i noticed i alway want but have yet to see (bear in mind my fic pallette is basically just shit i see on Tumblr and occasionally reading every fic a certain author has written) is a specific scene of eddie noticing stobins missing when he goes to visit them at scoops the day theyre stuck in the bunker. cause they entered the bunker after a shift one night and didn't get out until at the soonest the next afternoon right before the mall closes so if either or both of them were scheduled to work then they'd be just... gone.

and how characters around them handle that depends on how soon (if at all) they're declared missing. did robin think they'd be in-and-out in their snooping and tell her parents shes be back a little late or did she think they'd be out kinda late fucking around and just lied to her parents telling them shes sleeping over at a friend's like how we know tina was going to cover for erica? did mrs Henderson freak out when Dustin didn't bike back home (knowing what happened with will) or did she know he was with steve and trusted that they were goofing off or something?

and usually i see Steve's parents not being home but what if they were?? they could panic because steve always has some sort of excuse for why hes gone or maybe just his mom starts worrying because while his dad never really asks about him she does and she knows hes probably not at some girls house right now because he at least would have told her. or maybe mrs harrington doesn't know her son as well as she thinks she does and assumes he is out at some girls house and is relieved hes finally getting to be more like himself.

maybe just one or two people in scoops troop are reported missing that night and maybe the search started for them is enough for the other's parents or friends to realize they're all missing. maybe none of them are because they each already had a coverup with the people who'd notice. maybe they spent a good few hours in that elevator regretting lying about where they'd be because now no one knows they're in danger and by the time they start looking it could be too late (obviously erica didn't seem to grasp this yet but shes literally 10 and it's definitely her fist severely traumatic life or death experience. for the others tho it could definitely be on their minds and i have seen a few fics where robin wonders about how steve and Dustin are reacting like they've done scary shit like this before together)

then morning comes and id give it until lunch with no calls or anything before parents who believed their kids were sleeping over to start worrying seriously. maybe they call the friend their child's supposedly with and get a confused parent saying they haven't seen them or maybe they get the friend picking up and confirming they're fine (like tina). but if Mrs Henderson gets worried and calls steve she'll either get the harringtons saying he isn't home right now or she won't be able to reach him. and knowing steves like a big brother and a best friend to dustin knows that if steve missing too he's probably at least missing with him and goes to the station worried about them both

and then theres the fact that scoops has to open in the morning, probably sometime around 10am. maybe steve and robin were scheduled to both work again and as 10am comes and passes scoops ahoy hasn't been touched. maybe some mall manager calls the scoops manager (forgive me ive never worked in a mall but i do work in a store-within-a-store and we have our own manager plus the big store manager) and asks where their employees are. if missing persons reports were filed that last night then the manager would be really worried while frantically trying to find someone to cover for them. but maybe no one knows they're missing yet and their manager is grumbling about their no-shows, maybe considering firing them for both disappearing without even calling out. depending on how much they know and if the reports were filed, whoever has to cover their shifts is either worried about their coworkers (probably moreso robin than steve because of his reputation) or utterly pissed that they both didn't show and they have to open scoops ahoy with a few hours delay and probably a good few karens bitching about being closed. or maybe one or the other was scheduled and while their no-show is really inconvenient at least someone's there to open and ask for backup

and then theres steves car still parked in the back where it was the day before. a bike left behind at the mall is less eyebrow-raising but a fancy car? Steve Harrington's car? Steve Harrington who was scheduled to work today but somehow isn't in scoops right now? is he skipping work while simultaneously wandering around his workplace? and whats worse is despite evidence being there *no one can find him*. maybe thats what it takes for people to realize hes like actually missing. maybe they think he was kidnapped, hopefully he just went home with some girl and lost track of time.

and then theres eddie. eddie whos been stopping by scoops for a while now. maybe he still doesn't really like Harrington but likes teasing him with Buckley or maybe they've gotten pretty close. maybe they're already dating. maybe eddie walks up to scoops one morning to find it closed or to find that one or the other didn't show up for work this morning. maybe he hears from the worker that ones missing or maybe they get a rant about how pissed the worker is to be opening alone. maybe he's the one to go to a mall manager or security officer worried about scoops being closed because he *knows* the people that are supposed to be there right now and they don't just abandon work at the same time with no explanations.

or maybe eddie visits in the afternoons and learns they're missing from their coworkers or maybe hes there because he saw it on the news and went on his our hunt. either way it'd probably end with Eddie looking around the mall for them because he knows steve isn't going to just abandon his beemer in a busy public parking lot. maybe he finds them high out of their minds while checking the movie theatre (this one i do see a lot and am obsessed with its so good) or maybe he doesn't find them at all (its a big mall and they are actively hiding from Russians who know they escaped. sure stobin are not being very secretive while high but dustin and erica are at least keeping them in less-discoverable locations). maybe he goes home knowing hes looked everywhere in that damn mall and assumes they're probably kidnapped and taken somewhere else (if he did find them tho that opens a whole can of worms for if, how, and how much eddie gets involved and while my brains gone down sone of those rabbit holes i don't think i will today)

and then they see the news about the mall fire. and eddie knows damn well that he looked everywhere in that mall but didn't see a trace of his friends but there they are on the news and apparently in the fire. maybe eddie assumes he didn't look hard enough. but maybe he sees how steves the only one with more than a few bruises on his legs, how despite them claiming he was trapped in rumble that also allegedly killed billy hargrove he looks like hes carrying himself on adrenaline alone and hovering around robin and the kids like something more than falling support beams could get to them. maybe its the fact that he look as shit as he did but wasn't laying down on a hospital stretcher like he would be if he just got those wounds.

_._._._

hi if you saw any typos no you didn't UNLESS theyre funny or actually concerning then you should tell me and i can react appropriately

also i swear i feel like doctor strange looking through every possible reality when i go on tangents like this. idk whenever i come up with little fics in my head or come up with different ways my favorite unfinished fics could end im always exploring as many different versions of the same scenario as i can and coming up with as many what-ifs as i can.

also i pressed the poll button by accident while making this and idk how to make it go away to we're trying just ignoring it and not writing anything in it to see if it goes away

actually fuck that it probably wont work so im adding a poll question as a treat for the people who read this far

#writing this was an experience except i don't remember any of it and i didn't even reread it to check spelling #i love thinking like this tho and coming up with all these different things that could happen with this one scenario #and following canon and trying to fill in the gaps gives just enough room to fuck around but still keeps me in the right direction #with just a couple deviations that are too good to ignore like eddie finding stobin while theyre high and getting water #im also writing my own little steve henderson au universe in my head loosely inspired by those steve henderson posts by that one person #i can't remember their user rn but if i ever actually share ill tag them as inspiration inlike the first post #but mostly its me taking steve right after s2 events and letting him get help from the hendersons because dustins his new best friend now #(regardless of if he agreed to it or not) #so uh yea if anyone wants to hear about it you should totally let me know because i will do a lot for external validation #im just an 8 year old girl playing barbies but morbid things are happening #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steve x eddie #robin buckley #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #steve and dustin #steve and robin #platonic soulmates stobin #scoops ahoy #stranger things season 3 #stranger things s3 #stranger things rambles #claudia henderson #steve has bad parents #mrs harrington #stranger things thoughts

[cordate-chordata]

These bitches are both aro and gay* (*gay as in the very loose term, not just homo)

#mutuality fic #This is going in the character tags and people will see these weirdo deviations from the canon characters #metourge #scourge the hedgehog #metal sonic #sth