[ worthwhile word of warning ; this fic covers a handful sensitive topics, but primarily s/i ideation as a result of m.a.d. — if you’re sensitive to that i heavily suggest Not reading it or this post. take care of yourselves y’all ]
i wrote a more in depth summary but tumblr didn’t save it for some reason so whatever — tldr bvss stands for Bon Voyage, Shooting Star and it’s more or less an all-hurt no comfort fic? it’s somewhere between an experiment with tmc’s narrative, my own personal hcs of alternates and m.a.d., and an overly drawn-out metaphor for depression and everything that comes with it