#canon as in ambiguous ending

[crescentmel]

i just read the last chapter of bnha and ohhh my god i did cry a lil bit i can’t believe it’s over and that bkdk is canon like wtf we won 😭

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2 memes because i think they're funny

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saw @bloodydeanwinchester's tags on this post so

*TW: SUICIDE IDEATION TYPICALLY DISCUSSED IN RELATION TO THIS EPISODE PLS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES*

dean's always hated being stabbed. god, he'd have taken a bullet to his head over this any day. what's one last thing that doesn't go his way, he thinks.

it's uncomfortable, is the thing. the hurt, he'll take it. it's nothing he doesn't deserve, nothing he hasn't had before. but the feeling of metal slicing your innards, it's a bitch of a thing. you can never get used to it.

Atleast, he thinks, Sam's here. Atleast, he's able to say goodbye. Atleast he's not alone.

His nerves are all alight, pain painting him bright from the inside, but dean can feel the finality of this burst. it's all too fast and too slow, all at once. dean thinks about being four and the sharp sunlight waking him in his room, his sheets with hot wheels on them. he thinks about baby's headlights shining through thin motel curtains. thinks about....about angels and gods and all that blue light behind his own eyes. he thinks if this is how.. how cas felt, when dean had been stupid and cowardly , when he'd let Lucifer get to him, that night in Washington. he wonders if his soul feels like this too, all sharp angels and live current. he wonders what cas ever saw in him, why he ever tried to save him, even in hell. wishes he could see him, one last time. that wouldn't have been all that terrible.

Still, he thinks. Sam's here. Sam's here. Sam's okay.

he jolts into himself, and realizes that he's been talking, that he's been saying something to sam. he doesn't even know. dean is unraveling. he can feel his body emptying, the slickness of blood at his back.

he grabs at his brother, fists a hand in his chest. Sam's face is twisted in sorrow. Fuck. I love you, little guy, he thinks. then, fuck, don't let me go. i don't want to go. shit's never happened the way he wanted it to, but this is something else. Atleast. well, atleast he's gonna end up in the empty. that's what Billie promised him, right? Atleast he'll be with cas.

Still, Still. he's only human, and he's drowning in his own blood, can smell it, can taste it, it's everywhere, it's —

"I need you to.... to tell me... that it's okay," he says, and his voice comes out trembling, panicked. terrified. God. "I need you to tell me that it's okay."

his brother turns away from him, and dean can't hear him over the ringing in his ears, but he knows the stubborn bastard, the way his shoulders lift. God. God. Cas.

"Look at me," he pleads. "I need... I need..." he can't breathe. god, he can't breathe. "Please, Sam. I need you to tell me that it's okay."

Sam's face swims to the front of his line of sight, all warped like it's on the other side of a fishbowl. dean clutches at his brother harder. tries to, anyway. he's so tired. he's so fucking tired.

his fingers slip.

Something warm, and sam holds him in place.

"Dean...," and in another world, dean would've made fun of the blubbering mess he's become. would've teased him for caring so much about his stupid older brother. "it's okay. It's okay. i— I got you."

it's crazy, dean thinks, that it helps. the tone of his brother's voice. his face, even warped and cracking open with grief. dean raised this kid, and it was a bitch of a job, and man, did he hate it at times, but look at sam now. he did good. he did so good. he did —

dean goes under like he's being put to sleep. almost easy, almost soft. Thanks, he thinks, the last coherent thought in his head. Thanks, kid.

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He wakes up on a road. The sun shines down bright like it's the start of summer, and there's this pleasant warmth in the air. the world around him is golden, stretching into the horizon on flat land where it meets the brown mounds of the black hills. dean blinks up at the mountains, a strange chill crawling down his spine.

"You're here early," a familiar voice says, and dean turns to find himself standing in front of Bobby's porch. light's drenched this whole place, too, making the wood panelling look blond. Bobby's fucking smiling. Shit. Shit.

dean's starting to feel disoriented, almost.

"And what's 'here' supposed to be, exactly?"

Bobby frowns, his smile slipping. he looks at dean like he's a right fool. "Heaven, dean," he says. "where else'd you think you'd go?"

dean thought.... Fuck. there's a strange emptiness pushing at the inside of dean's skin. he feels like he's been put together upside down. Billie.... Billie....

Billie's in the empty, and fuck. maybe grudges don't get passed down to the new death. fuck. fuck.

Dean stumbles to the porch steps, crumples on them when he can't go further. Absently, he's aware of Bobby moving behind him, the creaking of his rocking chair, his footsteps on the wood.

he stares out at the grass, the outline of the mountains, the clear blue sky. it's beautiful. it's nothing. it's empty. fuck. fuck. what the hell is dean supposed to do now. without — what the hell is he supposed to do?!

Bobby's hand is warm on his shoulder. dean feels small, the way he leans into it, the way he kinda wants to cry.

"what's wrong, dean?" Bobby asks, and his voice is all wrong , like he's tried to scrape the gruffness out of it and badly. dean could laugh. but. fuck. fuck.

why the hell is he here? why is he here?!

he swallows. shit's never really gone his way in life, so why would it in death? he swallows again. says, "i don't know, Bobby."

Me, he thinks. I'm what's wrong.

"i don't know."

[aroaceleovaldez]

i think a lot about how early-series, demigods are referred to pretty equally as "demigods," "half-bloods," and "godlings," - the last used particularly by gods at demigods - but after that "godlings" is almost exclusively used to refer to minor gods.

something something i am literally always chewing on the concept of the line between immortals/demigods/monsters/etc being thinner than it appears

[wangxianficrecs]

redemption, repentance by stiltonbasket

redemption, repentance

by stiltonbasket (@stiltonbasket)

G, 3k, Xuanli

Summary: Five months after the Sunshot Campaign, Jin Zixuan travels to Lotus Pier to ask for Jiang Yanli's hand in marriage. Kay's comments: This story was very cool and I loved the idea of how Jiang Fengmian (and, to a lesser extent, Yu Ziyuan) surviving would have changed the odds for Jin Zixuan marrying Jiang Yanli. I love the introspection Jiang Fengmian shares with Jiang Yanli, love how he looks out for her and for Wei Wuxian as well. Excerpt: Only four were dining that night: himself, his mother, Aunt Yu, and of course Jiang Yanli, Jin Zixuan’s betrothed; so it seemed like the proper time to make his aunt aware of her unruly household. “A servant boy?” his mother inquired, after Zixuan had finished explaining—in great detail—how the errand-boy had hooted at him and paddled off to join the carousing Jiang disciples, while Jin Zixuan shouted after him from the pier, to no avail. “I didn’t know you had one, Ziyuan-jie.” Jin Zixuan looked between them, confused; and then he glanced across the table, and saw that Jiang Yanli was trembling with laughter. “He’s not a servant boy,” she gasped, when she came back to herself. “He’s my shidi, Wei Ying.”

pov jin zixuan, canon divergence, jiang fengmian lives, yu ziyuan lives, post-sunshot campaign, introspection, father-daughter relationship, ambiguous/open ending, character study, feelings realization, developing relationship

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[mickules]

An alternate epilogue for A House Made of Cards

A Breach of Trust might be @phantomrose96 's best known mp100 fanfic, but A House Made of Cards is such a solid punch to the gut, I often find myself returning to it. The slowly mounting dread when you realise exactly what is being going on, just enough to haunt you, and your imagination supplies the rest.

But, I'm a baby, and because where the fic leaves off is agonising, I had to indulge in a little alternate post-script, exploring a different possibility.

The actual fic is not so kind . . .

[lunar-years]

I love you Brett ❤️ article

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Unlikely by ObsidianPen (@obsidianpen) Pairing: Harry/Tom Riddle Rating: T Word Count: 2k “Like all magical people, you will get a soul mark when you get your wand,” the genial wizard explained after calmly lighting Tom’s wardrobe and sense of self-preservation on fire. “Unless, of course, your soulmate is younger than you. Then your soul mark shall appear whenever theirs does. They are always on one’s chest, right over your heart. Usually, they are somewhat vague and take time to interpret correctly. Phrases such as ‘Rival to Lover’, or ‘Instantaneous Love’… But they always make sense in the end, and it becomes apparent whom the great, wild magic intended you to be with.” Tom Marvolo Riddle lived his entire, long life thinking that he - Lord Voldemort - was the exception to love. Harry learned at eleven that he would never escape the damnation of Tom Marvolo Riddle. (translation available in Русский)

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i have this really stupid idea in my head that im frankly a little obsessed with and the idea is this: trent crimm doing a drunk history episode on ted lasso's first tenure at richmond. is that how drunk history works? i don't think so. do i care? absolutely not. it's a special episode who cares because this image is not only hysterical to me but treasured. i treasure this image. i hold it close in my heart and also laugh and laugh and laugh.

[lvminisciel]

you were many, many things

both the goods and bads. the once and not. you were a lot of things, yet nothing at the same time. you were mine. you are gone. you knew the depths of me. you know nothing of me. you were all i needed. you are all i ask. in this fraction of kindness you sprinkled, i yearn. i wished to be yours once again. to lie in your arms. to embrace your warmest hugs. basking in your sunshine beneath the stars. tainted in your kiss beneath the scars. to hold you close so i won't lose you ever again. to write another chapter with you. you. you. it's always you and never once me. 

i'm sorry for loving you, my little dove 

[aretheywlw]

ARE THEY A WOMAN WHO LOVES WOMEN?

*TL;DR she is technically not a canon lesbian, so no, this poll does not break my rules. i am, however, going to treat her as canon sapphic due to the rule of BFFR. as a result, i have taken out the usual "they're not attracted to women" options. see tags if you want more detail

[mettywiththenotes]

From the image of Uraraka that she posted, it would be fun if she decided to stay with toga and not with Deku as everyone expects

It would be! Sometimes I wonder if Hori would make Ochako seemingly not end up with anyone but shown being close with Toga (interpret that as you want, whether implied gfs or "newfound friends") and what happened is Ochako realized her crush on Izuku was just admiration

I always thought that would be an interesting way to do it, though it does feel unlikely because Shounen. If Hori did something like that I would be impressed

Imagine if Hori were to show it explicitly though?? Omg I would be very happy

[raifuujin]

It's been more than 20 years and for some reason I feel that Gosho hasn't given Kaiao any development, how can more than 20 years pass and Aoko dynamics, relationship and feelings remain the same? At this point I feel like Gosho is just going to make them date because "they already liked each other" they remain in the same status quo

Hey, if we go by DC romance progress, they've been going too fast. We've already had suspicion of identity chapters, and that didn't happen until more than 400 chapters in DC. /j

Since heists have taken over any character development recently, I don't even know if Kaito and Aoko will even get any romantic progress. Maybe the actual identity confrontation will happen down the line, since that's thief drama, but atm, it really wouldn't surprise me if they only ask each other on a real date at the very end of the manga.

Like. I'm sure Gosho would love to make MK a love drama as well, but he writes MK so rarely, and usually as hype for something Kid related in other media. So the MK stories tend to be heavy on drama that can only take place at Kid heists. (To the point that the new chapters just. Use Kid as the plot device to show off a new character. Even Hakuba's never gotten so much 'look at this character being a detective' treatment in MK.)

-sighs- I just feel bad for MK as a series at this point. I like the characters, I like the general story idea, but. It's been going down a very steep hill with Gosho wanting things exciting, but not wanting any real progress in. Anything. But unlike old MK, the new stories aren't even nice standalone setpieces of story, they're... mundane. They could be high stakes, if you purely look at the scenarios on paper, but. We all know nothing's gonna happen to Kid. Nothing even happens to him when the actual bad guys show up, much less one-time antagonists.

We need actual character focus and development, not heist drama. Badly. Not even romance, though that'd be a nice change. Just any character expansion of our limited cast of characters. Gosho wants big, all the time, meaningless big stuff, when small would be so nice.

[eirenical]

Full Circle (2685 words) by eirenical

Summary:

Two people meet in the course of a journey, and endings aren't always what they seem. Endings aren't always the end. Sometimes they're just a new sort of beginning.

He'd walked for hours, perhaps days, nothing to guide his steps but a vague instinct, a pull that knew no rest. His journey would be over soon, that instinct said. He could lay down his burdens, let go of the last of himself and finally be at peace. Just a few steps more… just a few hours more…

The light was so dim now.

He kept walking.

*

It had been a risk, a desperately calculated one, made too fast for real thought or logic to hold sway. He wouldn't be the first to fake his own death, to flee from the consequences of his actions. They would search for him, he had thought, but someone had intervened. What difference did it make if his body was fuel for someone's fire or a grisly example for others like him? He was dead. Gone. No longer a threat.

As if he'd ever really been one.

And so he walked, one aching foot in front of the other, letting instinct guide his steps. He would put as much distance as possible between himself and those who might seek him out, might suspect the truth behind his "stolen" corpse. Every step forward was a step away from that.

He kept walking.

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Notes, tags, and other fic info beneath the cut.

June 2nd: Feels over Shan Gudao and Li Xiangyi have been eating at my brain for weeks now, and I finally found the energy to put some of it down on paper. This is a "what could have been" alternate ending. Since this show is so fond of people faking their deaths, let's say it could have happened once more. I've left the ending ambiguous, so feel free to make of it what you will. ^_^

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi & Shan Gudao Characters: Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Shan Gudao Additional Tags: Ambiguous/Open Ending, Closure, Reconciliation, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Shan Gudao Lives, Blindness

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he's all that I've got (don’t take that sinner from me) by sidekick_hero

@sidekick-hero

Rating: Explicit

10,328 words, 2/2 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Future Fic, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Eddie Munson Lives, but is hunted as a criminal, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Outlaw Eddie Munson, Pining, Alley Sex, Alley Blow Jobs, Voyeurism, Hand Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Public Hand Jobs, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Summary:

“Edward Joseph Munson, 23 years old, 5’10, brown hair and eyes, was last seen at the borders of New Orleans, Louisiana, wearing black jeans and a black shirt. He’s been accused to have murdered Chrissy Cunningham, Patrick McKinney and Fred Benson in spring of 1986 and has been on the run ever since. He is probably armed and considered very dangerous. If you see him —” Steve turns off the TV with a defeated sigh. Very dangerous, right. Well, he thinks, his smile had been dangerous, and his big brown doe eyes had been dangerous. His way with words, the joyful and uninhibited laughter. The way his hands cupped Steve's face and pressed into that sensitive spot where his ear meets his jaw had been dangerous too. Steve had never stood a chance against him.

@runninriot rec'd this fic for a previous challenge Monday! Thanks for the rec!

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[wangxianficrecs]

Close call by 10thNoNamePerson

Close call

by 10thNoNamePerson (@only10th)

M, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian gets hurt during the Sunshot Campaign , and Lan Zhan notices. Kay's comments: Ah, the pain! The angst! It hurts!! (I love it!!) Really enjoyed Wei Wuxian being put through a blender during the Sunshot Campaign and being unable to accept help but still sub-consciously craving it. Of course, Lan Wangji looks out for him and always notices when he gets hurt, though at one point, Wei Wuxian got hurt so badly that a few stitches alone won't save him... Excerpt: “Lan Zhan? What are you doing here?” There’s silence between them and it stretched for what it felt for eternity. Lan Zhan looks down at the items in his hands, and then back at him. “Tending the wounded.” At that moment, Wei Wuxian can’t help but scoff a chuckle under his breath, “I’m not wounded, I’m fine. There are other people who are in dire need of your assistance.” Lan Zhan’s brows furrow with worry and frustration. Why is Wei Wuxian doing this? He knows what he saw, Lan Zhan saw a shower of arrows directed specifically towards him. He had strummed his guqin just in time but two arrows still managed to land on his back. “It is not wise to neglect your injuries. Whether they are big or small, one’s body needs to be replenished and taken care of.” Lan Zhan presses on, taking a step closer towards the other. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says his name with ice, “You really think of me as a frail thing that needs constant supervision?”

pov alternating, canon divergence, hurt/comfort, angst and hurt/comfort, hurt wei wuxian, sunshot campaign, near death experience, blood and injury, wound caring, caring lan wangji, pre-relationship, angst, ambiguous/open ending

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