#twtt posting

[goodfellowe]

happy (almost) one year anniversary to twtt's final chapter. does anyone else miss em cuz i miss em bad

[goodfellowe]

What do you do when the second hand of a clock stutters to a stop and time meets its end? What do you do when the sun sets for the final time, bathing the world around you in shadows that seethe with fragmented memories? What do you do when gaping holes of a scrambled reality stretch out before your eyes? What do you do when you have absolutely nothing left to lose?

The Way Time Twists (AO3)

Chapter 22: Destroy Everything You Touch

It's the end, but Kid won't go down without a fight.

Art by @citricclown.

[goodfellowe]

Everything felt vaguely wrong, off by a few centimeters: the hair on the back of her neck stood at end, the air around her felt unnaturally still even when she moved through it, staticy; and now, time had stopped. Time had stopped, and it had stopped when Kid had disappeared. It was just like so many other things in Mu’s life, always out of reach.

The Way Time Twists (AO3)

Chapter 16: Web of Lies

Kid hasn't been entirely honest with the people she loves... but she's not the only one.

Art by @citricclown.

[goodfellowe]

happy twtt thursday!!! here’s a little collab @the-gigilefache-arthole and i did where they drew the sketches and i colored them… happy pride!! 🧡🤍💖🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[goodfellowe]

happy twtt thursday!

[goodfellowe]

see you on the 25th!

[goodfellowe]

what if they were crime fighting time travelers?

[goodfellowe]

Each string was a life, each strand sectioning off into a what if, a splitting cable that led to endless possibilities. Different lives in different worlds. Better lives in better worlds.

The Way Time Twists (AO3)

Chapter 18: Kid

The strings pull. The strings snag.

The sun warmed her closed eyelids, tinting everything in a hazy, muted glow. She could hear the faint squalls of seagulls, the distant chatter of voices she didn’t recognize, and the waves crashing into the sea from what felt like a hundred miles away. Save for the smell of metal, faint underneath the sea salt in the air and the terrible rot wafting out from the dumpsters, everything was fine. She blinked open her eyes, slowly sitting up and taking in her surroundings. She recognized it. All of it. It was Mafia Town. It was... Mafia Town? But you’ve never been here before- a thought, murmured by an uncomfortably familiar voice, wormed its way into the forefront of her mind, unbidden. This is your first time away from home.

Chapter 19: The Way Time Twists

Kid's memories blur and blend together, but they're not just hers this time. (But they are, aren't they?)

Art by @nakakabaliw.