Why...would You Want To Leave The Bog

Why...would you want to leave the bog

Eeeeeeeee, the SMOOCHES

sweethearts in photo booths (1920s-1960s)

New Deadloch Fic: In Plain Sight

A slow-build romance leading to polyamory. Rated explicit. Long (84,000 words). Eddie POV. Complete.

Eddie/Dulcie are definitely the main pairing. Eddie/Cath are shown making out once. There is also one Dulcie/Eddie/Cath sex scene at the end but otherwise no Dulcie/Cath or Eddie/Cath is shown (though both are mentioned).

Canon-compliant. Set after the end of the series proper, starting right after Ray’s death. Includes the canon epilogue scene (in which Eddie and Dulcie visit Holly) and then continues after that.

I didn’t like Cath in canon but I think she could get her shit together and be a better person and a better partner, and I’ve leaned into that very hard, while doing my best to also keep her in character.

Important note: the first scene is rough but things don’t stay that way. This is a happy fic overall, with a very happy ending.

See Chapter 1 for content warning.

This was an utter delight to write. Please read and enjoy. I'd love to hear in comments how you respond to it -- all feedback is great, including critique. <3

Lastly, thank you SO MUCH to my absolutely amazing beta, @ratherembarrassing, for help with so many important dialect and character notes. This fic would be such a hot mess without you, and I'm so so grateful for your time and your meticulous attention to detail. <3 <3 <3

This way to the fic :-D

every moment of every day i am thinking about this tiktok

Some people think VG did not die by suicide but instead was the victim of an accidental shooting by some teens playing around with a gun. And that he claimed afterward that he'd done it himself, to protect the kids from being punished. (Wikipedia has an article with sources, for the curious.)

Everything I learn about this person makes me love him more and wish harder that things could have been different for him.

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

I am especially in love with the crow who's going to cut you, and the crow who is teasing their catfriend, and the fam who are just relaxing among the sundial lupines

Crows are such people and I love them

silly little guys