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Final Destination: Deadline is live!

When Billie Eilish cheats Death at a sold-out Chicago concert, she and Finneas are thrust into a chilling game of survival. As survivors fall one by one in twisted, Rube Goldberg–style accidents, Billie races to unravel the pattern before fate catches up with them both.

👁 Cryptic warnings.

🕰 A race against time.

💀 Death doesn’t like to lose.

Read it now on AO3:

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stray Kids (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Got a new story up! Go check it out!  Summary:

Just dropped my latest fanfiction: *The Blue Blur* — a supernatural horror reimagining of Sonic the Hedgehog like you’ve never seen him before. A small town. A demonic force. And a blur that screams through the night.

Cover art by the amazing letsgojenn

Let me know what you think... if you survive.

a happy place to dream about (slice of life horror, multi-chaptered)

Dean's rudderless when he limps ashore in West Cibola. 23, with nobody and nothing but a couple bucks and a broken-down old car to his name. It's October. Nothing's been right for a long time.

He turns 24 in a rundown long-stay motel room with an under the table turned actual job at an washed-up dive bar— the only place that'd take him without a real job history or a permanent address. It’s way off the tourist strip and the money’s terrible, but it’s steady.

Two years and some change later, just as the restlessness really starts to seep in, he meets Chuck Shurley for the first time.

That he knows of.

[Read on AO3]

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NEW CHAPTER UP!

Adam Interlude Time!

(thinking of making a taglist for this fic, so if anyone is interested in being tagged when there's a new chapter up, lemme know and I'll add you to it! :))

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Adam’s alarm drags him from his nap twenty minutes before the bus he has to catch— except it’s barely been an hour, and that’s when he realizes it’s not his alarm at all.

It’s the phone, ringing.

And Adams knows it's not telemarketers or some overeager solicitor, because every once in a while, his dad does this. Calls a million times in a row. His mom never gives him the time of day, especially not since the trial. She’s never told Adam why he was calling— if she ever spoke to him long enough to find out— and never, never lets Adam pick it up.

But his mom is at work. John’s letters have been at the back of his mind for months, and the phone’s just ringing and ringing and ringing off the hook—

The phone cuts off, and Adam looks down at the receiver in his hand. He’s not even sure when he got up.

There’s a sharp click, and then a flat mechanical voice cuts through the static.

"It's just an old wives' tale," Marisa scoffed to herself.

She stepped forward into the toadstool circle and stumbled as the forest around her was whisked away, replaced with a glittering colorscape full of beautiful lights and melodic sounds. One more step forward and with a gasp she found that she was out of the ring; the lights suddenly brighter and more vivid, the air around her shimmering like dust motes captured within a beam of sunlight. Marisa stood and marveled at the beautiful scene, only slowly becoming aware that it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

The dust! What had that old crone said about leaving the circle? Gasping for air, Marisa turned and scrambled back into the ring, realization dawning too late that of course it would only work one way.

Translation of a summer song; author unknown:

Take heed, my child, the ancient ways The warnings writ in clay and stone And ne'er cross the gates to Fae The realm far sealed with blood and bone

The Faerie folk, the ancient dread Their venom, malice overflowing No place have they to rest their head Immortal hatred ever-growing