fan made sequel to 'they both die at the end' Mateo wakes up back in his bed: with a massive headache. his End Day felt like a bad dream. was it a bad dream? was Rufus just a fragment of his imagination? meanwhile Lidia and the Pluto's mourn their friends deaths. the two tragic losses bringing together a group of people who become unlikely friends. warnings⚠️ spoilers for tbdate

A well known fan fiction that some havent read yet, welcome. Get the tissues

17 year old Orion has recently moved to a new town due to the harassment and transphobia they faced at their old one. They're a person stained with old memories that they'd like to forget. Thats why they're ecstatic when the local group of queer outcasts- Elliot, Sam, and Xen- invite Orion to hangout at their self-proclaimed safe space: an hidden creek bordered by old concrete ruins and the twisted stories behind them. It only becomes a problem when Sam goes missing in the tunnel that everyone ventured into. A few days later, the bodies start appearing. Limbs broken and flesh mutilated by fire. Stoneridge is a small town stained with hidden secrets. And it's with Sam's disappearance that they start slowly rotting to the surface. Yeah. This definitely was a bad idea. "𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙡, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙄 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩-" ☆ COMPLETED ☆ 🍂 Inspiration: Stranger things, I Am Not Okay With This, IT ✒️ [~75,000 words] 🪐 [Genres: horror, supernatural, found family, YA] ⭐️ top rankings: #1 in suburbia [9/20/22] #1 in imagery [10/19/22] #3 in tunnel [9/9/22] 🌱 [Instagram: @plantingthey

"Though our depths be but infinite, we still drown within the edges of our skulls.' A sample of poetry from my officially published book! it's out now on Amazon <3 ☆ [Some of these poems touch on topics such as struggles with mental health and mentions of suicidal ideation.] ☆ Infinite Depths is a book of all the things I forgot to say. All the things from which my flesh and bones are created. It's a book about how I deal with the harsh reality of mental illness and the slow path to recovery. I've poured the shadowed corners of my mind into these poems. I sculpt words in hopes of paving the way not only for myself but for others. Many of the poems included in this collection were composed while I was in a residential health facility. Being there was hard, but it also helped to open me up into writing poetry again. Writing poetry became a valuable coping skill that I used to translate my thoughts and emotions into words, helping me communicate what I needed to say. If you're in a tough palace in your life, I would highly recommend using writing as a means of self-expression. It's one of the things that helped to save my life. The topics I touch on in this collection are varied. Some are based on emotions and feelings that I experience, often negative, because poetry is one of my favorite ways of working through hard issues. Others are based on physical events. Others still are idyllic reproductions of my favorite things. This is a book of hidden depths and lost corners, infinite and ever-expanding in all the ways that make me Kai. It's a sculpture made of a scattering of different materials, some familiar and some foreign.