I'm A Short Story Which Gets Made Into A Novella Because Of All The Pages Filled With Bullshit

I'm very pleased to finally be sharing this -- @lgbterrorist and I have put a lot of work into this Swap AU fic, and it's just started serializing on AO3.

Something happened to Kim Kitsuragi that knocked his life wildly off course. Now it’s March of ’51, and he’s woken up in the Whirling-in-Rags with an apocalyptic concussion, a chip on his shoulder, and a partner intent on solving a murder.

The Past Teaches You to Be Alone. Kimharry, rated M, final word count ~148k.

The cover art is by Sykine, definitely check out their other work!

"what core is this / what aesthetic is this?" = childrens way of saying "what do i search to find more of this?"

the way people cannot take any negative thing happening in tv shows these days is genuinely frightening and incredibly tiring. sometimes characters die. sometimes bad things happen for the story to move along. unwillingness to deal with anything upsetting in the realm of FICTION (and by upsetting i don't even mean difficult themes but just basic storytelling stuff like a character dying) is how you get incredibly watered-down cookie cutter media that doesn't make you feel anything. "ooooh but escapism" you cannot avoid everything bad forever. and if a character death is something that will send you spiralling that is something with your mental health and not with the piece of media being made. from the bottom of my heart: grow up

But mommm I don’t wanna stop listening to songs that make me uncomfortable

the worse the weather, the happier the girl

Lying to someone about how risky something is to make it seem safer than it is because you know they wouldn't do it if they knew it was dangerous: Shitty. Evil. Unforgivable.

Lying to someone about how risky something is to make it seem more dangerous than it is because you know they'd love the thrill of danger while you know you're actually perfectly safe: Actually that's hilarious. Fun for everybody involved.

Me when I tell the truth

Throwback to when I took painkillers and woke up with Photoshop open on my computer to this image I had made

do you wanna hang out tonight my curse was finally lifted