#post series

[ambriel-angstwitch]

Sokka: I have decided I want to get cremated

Zuko: Like when you die?

Sokka: No whenever just surprise me.

[moongazer71]

[trivojol]

Rapunzel showing Varian some of her time with Gothel in the tower

Thank you @marahsfandomloves for the support 🌼

[spuffyarchive]

Secret Slayers by bewildered [NC-17]

More than ten years after closing the Hellmouth, Buffy’s settled into a single life. She and Spike are just friends, nothing more than friends, and of course that’s just fine by her, even when he stops returning her phone calls. But then a visit from Clem sets her world on end, because Spike’s not just out of cell phone service range—he’s in a whole alternate universe! One where old friends are alive, and Cordelia’s the slayer, and Drusilla is trying to rule the world.  And now Spike’s in trouble. Captured, tortured, possibly dead. He might not love her anymore, but Buffy’s not about to let him just die in some wackadoo Bizarro World. Even knowing he went there to get away from her, even with her true feelings a secret she can’t bear to expose again.  Even if he’s already in love with someone else. But Buffy’s not the only one who’s hiding something…and some secrets are meant to be slain. _ Post-series AU set in the universe of and following the Slayers Audio Play. Note: While I do refer to the events of the audio play, I believe you do not need to have listened to Slayers to understand what is going on and enjoy this story.

[hazbinbossbrainrot]

If HB & HH could legally cross over:

Blitz: Stolas and I have the best relationship.”

*Stolas and Husk looks at each other knowing where this is going to go* (those who are mature together stay together — platonically haha)

Angel Dust: “Nuh-uh, no way, honey, me and Husk do.”

Blitz: “At least we had sex first up.”

Angel Dust: “At least WE became canon furst!”

Blitz: “We had the best sex!”

Angel Dust: “We developed our relationship based on friendship first!”

Blitz: “Boring…” He yawns mockingly

Angel Dust: “Least we tawked / sung 'bout our insecurities…“

Blitz: *gasps* “How dare you! At least I’m not fake or an insecure little whorebug!

Angel Dust: *looks beyond pissed at being called the two things he hates*

Husk: Uh oh. Hey! Ain’t nobody pull him in line like that 'cept me.

Stolas: …

[ka-go-me]

𝐿𝑜𝒻𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝒢𝑜𝒶𝓁𝓈

【★】~ shaojiuming.lofter | not sure who the artist is I think its 鹤山雨

[television-overload]

neither snow nor rain

(a short little X-Files fanfic)

Almost posted a headcanon that came to me this morning, then realized it worked better as a fic. So here it is:

Read on AO3

"What's this?"

"What?" Georgie asks, looking up at her friend.

"In the mail, check it out."

Quinn tosses a stack of glossy paper through the air, nearly knocking the gadget she's building off her worktable. It lands in a heap on top of her carefully organized wiring, and she shoots him an unappreciative look, to which he responds with a shrug.

"I thought that was out of publication," he says, nodding at the item he had so carelessly thrown.

She furrows her brows, adjusting her glasses before lifting it for examination.

As she scans over the words, her eyes widen, and she looks back at Quinn, now understanding his surprise at finding this in their mailbox.

"It's been years!" she says, flipping open the front cover of the magazine eagerly. It looks a little different, but the title on the front is unmistakable.

Quinn circles the table to look at it over her shoulder, obviously intrigued that this defunct publication had resurfaced out of nowhere.

"Wait," he says, reaching over her shoulder to turn back to the front cover. "That's different, right?"

His finger points to the title, and she squints at it, trying to picture the old magazines they'd stopped receiving about four or five years ago.

He's right to be suspicious. They don't give out their mailing address to just anybody, but this magazine had been pivotal in shaping their view of the world.

In fact, it was sort of how they met and became friends, probably more than a decade ago, at this point. It's not like it was a popular publication, like Time or People or National Geographic. When you see someone out and about with the same fringe interests as you, you can't help but gravitate toward them.

"The Lone Gunman," she reads aloud. "Wait, yeah, I think you're right. Wasn't it the Lone Gunmen?"

He nods.

"I wonder what happened. Maybe They got to them."

Georgie rolls her eyes. "Or they could have just parted ways. It has been almost five years, you know. Not everything has to be so dramatic."

"The editors of a conspiracy magazine?" he says, a disbelieving look in his eye.

"You never know," Georgie says. She'd always been the more rational one between the two of them. But, he has a point.

She opens to the front page again, and notes a number of differences between this and the old design from the late 90s.

The table of contents is there, just like it had always been. But instead of having a number of contributors listed (aliases, of course), each article appears to have been written by the same author.

F. M. Luder.

Well, hey, that's a name they recognize.

So, this is legit, after all.

The page is pretty sparse, other than that, but her eyes are drawn to a note at the bottom of the page, small and unassuming.

For the Gunmen. Miss you, guys.

Signed, your friend

"Man," Quinn says, letting out a breath. "See? What did I tell you?"

She's still not sure she's completely convinced, but she nods anyway, leafing through the remaining pages of the magazine.

"I wonder if I could send in that article I've been writing on the military use of extraterrestrial technology," Georgie says thoughtfully. "You think they still have that P.O. box for submissions?"

"Can't hurt to try," he shrugs.

She smiles, enjoying the feel of the freshly printed magazine in her hands.

"Now I just need to think of a good pen-name."

-.-.-

The house is still sparse, all scratched wood floors and peeling wallpaper behind its creaky doors. But it's beginning to feel like home, he thinks. Stacks of magazines line the walls where furniture should probably be, but they'll get around to that eventually.

For now, he's just enjoying not having to pack up and move every few days while constantly looking over his shoulder.

There's a small desk and a computer in the study, but that's about it. It's enough to keep him occupied while Scully is away. The place feels too empty when she's gone, but he knows it's a good thing. She needs to be around people, and now with her new job at the hospital, they've got a reliable source of income to work with, too.

His work is... more of a hobby, but he thinks it could bring in a little extra cash if people even bother with magazines anymore. A lot has changed since he was last an active member of civilization, so he really doesn't know.

The sound of gravel crunching on the driveway breaks the heavy silence that he's grown used to, and he decides to call it a day. The front room seems to light up with warm sunlight when she walks in, balancing a bag of groceries on her hip and a stack of papers in her hand. Her juggling act makes it difficult to pull the keys out of the front door lock, but she manages.

"Hi, Mulder," she says cheerily. She flicks on a lamp as she passes, and he watches her with the characteristic look of awe on his face that he always has when he's around her.

"I missed you," he says truthfully, entering her space to grab the groceries from her. He presses a kiss to her lips while he's at it, never one to pass up the opportunity.

Her free hand lands on his chest, its weight a familiar comfort to him, but he can feel the prickly edges of whatever else she's carrying against his stomach.

"What'cha got there?" he asks, glancing down at the papers. Envelopes, he realizes.

A playful smirk tugs at her lips, and she pulls away from him. Brandishing the envelopes in front of him like an offering, she watches intently for his reaction.

"It seems you have fan mail, Mr. Luder," she says, pride beaming from her face despite the raised eyebrow she levels on him.

His eyes widen, and he looks down again in surprise at the substantial stack of letters she carries.

"Really?" he asks, his voice cracking a little against his wishes.

She nods, and he thinks he detects a hint of tears gathering in her eyes, too.

"I stopped by the old P.O. box on my way home," she says. "I had a hunch."

"You?" he says teasingly, unable to restrain himself.

"I only opened one, but it seems your readers are thrilled to have you back, and they send their best wishes."

He chokes back an unexpected knot of emotion and feels a breathy laugh escape him.

"I can't believe it," he says, overwhelmed by the response to his attempt to keep his friends' memory alive.

She must find his disbelief amusing, because he recognizes her smile as one he's seen more times than he can count. "You're surprised?" she asks.

"Well... yeah." To put it mildly.

Scully shakes her head and sets her bag down on the threadbare couch, and he follows.

"I've read your case reports, Mulder. I think—and Skinner would probably agree with me here—you've found your calling."

He stands in stunned silence, for the first time in a while feeling that spark of passion reignite in his chest.

"Now if only we could get them to send me money," he jokes.

Scully tilts her head, flipping through the stack of letters to find the one she'd opened.

"They have," she says casually, as she withdraws a hundred dollar bill with all the air of a magician performing a trick.

His eyes widen comically again.

"You think there's more?" he asks, grabbing a few envelopes from her hands.

"Some of these are pretty thick, Mulder," she says, a knowing glint in her eye.

The tension in his shoulders evaporates, and he tosses the letters aside to pull her into his embrace. Any worry that he'd have nothing to do, no way to contribute to this life that he's all but trapped her in, goes away in an instant. Relief overtakes him, and Scully holds him tight around the middle, smiling proudly over his shoulder.

"They'd be so happy that you're continuing their work," she says, her voice unable to muster anything more than a whisper.

Words fail him, so he presses a kiss to her forehead instead, his arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders.

"I hope so," he says, glancing heavanward as if he might see the three of them flying around like little cherubs on his water-stained ceiling.

"I hope so."

-.-.-

Mr. Luder,

I'm terribly sorry for your loss. My friend and I are longtime subscribers of The Lone Gunmen, and we feared the worst when they stopped publishing years ago.

Receiving the copy you sent in the mail was a wonderful surprise. I'm sure we will be writing again soon to pick your brain on some of the details in your articles (is there really confirmation of a flukeworm-human hybrid in New Jersey?).

I didn't see a form to renew our subscription, but if you include it in your next edition (I do hope you'll continue!), we will happily send along payment with it, as securely as possible.

I hope this letter reaches you. Thank you for carrying on with this important work. We (your subscribers) truly appreciate it!

Sincerely,

Queen George (and Sir Quincy)

(P.S. I've attached a draft of an article I've been working on. You're welcome to include it in a future publication, if it meets your standards of approval. I'd happily welcome feedback, as well! If I recall, you're the expert on this particular subject.)

-.-.-

Tag list ♡: @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr @agent-troi @baronessblixen @captainsolocide @cutemothman @deathsbestgirl @edierone @enigmaticxbee @figureofdismay @frogsmulder @hippocampouts @invidiosa @randomfoggytiger @skelavender @slippinmickeys @teenie-xf @whovianderson

[elysianholly]

Masquerade (WIP)

Thought I'd share a bit of my upcoming Elysian Fields April Challenge fic. This is plotted at 16 chapters, and 5 are complete at the moment. There's zero chance the whole fic will be done by the end of April, so the current plan is to post the first chapter and then wait and schedule the rest for later this year.

Inspired by this challenge on Elysian Fields. As of yet unbeta'd.

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Title: Masquerade

Pairing: Buffy/Spike

Timeline: Post-Chosen

Expected Publication: Mid-2024

-------------------------------------- “So,” Willow said blankly once Buffy reached the end of her sales pitch. “You’re…staying. In Los Angeles. Indefinitely.”

Buffy furrowed her brow, glanced around at the others. It was just the core gang—Willow and Xander, Giles and Dawn, plus Faith and Kennedy, the latter of whom was there more an accessory to Willow, considering Buffy didn’t give a crap how she voted. Those girls who were set on seeing through the slayer gig were out with Andrew, and thank god for that, as there wasn’t enough room in her father’s house to accommodate everyone. Barely enough room to accommodate the people she was looking at. All of whom were looking at her with varying degrees of uncertainty. Something Buffy did not appreciate.

“No,” she said slowly. “I’m not staying in Los Angeles indefinitely. Just until we find out what Angel is up to.”

“And what do we think he’s up to?” Xander asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. The eyepatch and shaggy hair gave him an air of manufactured authority that Buffy could do without, particularly when he was looking at her like she had a screw loose. “No offense, Buff, but none of us even knew this law firm was a thing until, what, last week?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Just that you seem really worried about something that wasn’t on our radar before.”

“Xander, how do you think things end up on our radar?”

He shifted a bit at that, gave the room a look with his good eye as though trying to drum up support. “I’m just saying… Is it possible that you’re overreacting to this Angel news?”

“How so?”

“Because Spike died,” Kennedy said shortly, then threw up her hands when Willow shot her a warning look. “What? It’s what we’re all thinking, right? She learned that the necklace or whatever that killed her boyfriend came from this law firm and suddenly it’s all she can talk about. She didn’t even care until that Angel guy told her.”

“I didn’t care?” Buffy echoed, her shoulders going tense. Not that that was saying much—she was always tense whenever Kennedy opened her mouth, and usually for good reason. “According to who? You?”

“What? You were all proud of him on the trip up.”

“I’m still proud of him. I can be proud of him and suspicious about the thing that killed him at the same time.” She turned to glare at Willow—it was safer than glaring at Kennedy directly. Not as likely to lead to a larger screaming match, and therefore easier on her blood pressure. “The amulet—”

“Closed the Hellmouth,” Giles said in his watcher voice, or as she was starting to consider it, his I-know-better-than-you voice. “It worked as it should have. And given the information Angel was provided, we can’t say that the other outcome was unprecedented. The amulet was said to have cleansing powers—it did. Angel also told you that it was volatile, dangerous. It was. What exactly do you think you would have done differently?”

[nofomogirl]

Before the Beginning (part 2.1.)

Part 1.1. | Part 1.2. | Part 1.3. | Part 1.4. | Part 1.5.

I'm very excited to share today's post with you!

I originally wanted to discuss pieces of information we learn from the Before the Beginning scene in chronological order - the order in which the information is revealed to us. That's why I started from angel!Crowley's appearance, something we learn even before any words are spoken.

But I really couldn't wait to share this particular observation with you!

So.

The thing

Please look at this exchange:

C: (...) Most of the universe's stars will come pre-aged, but these ones are only starting out. A few million years to bake, and then voom! Stars everywhere! A: Oh, that's nice. You know, the current word from upstairs is that we'll be shutting this all down again in about 6000 years. C: But that's nothing! Oh! What's the point of creating an infinite universe with trillions of star systems if you're only gonna get it run for a few thousand years? The engine won't have properly warmed up by then.

Yes?

Please tell me why aren't we talking about it?

Why aren't we addressing the fact that the 6000 years deadline was intended for the entire universe!?

More specifically, why aren't we collectively brainstorming to reconcile this information with Crowley's evident belief that the "World" in "The End of the World" only means Earth?

Well, allow me to give it a shot.

The theories

Theory #1: Aziraphale got it wrong

Heaven never meant to destroy everything and Aziraphale somehow misunderstood what he heard.

Theory #2: Heaven changed its mind

It was "current word from Upstairs" which suggests plans kept changing. So Aziraphale got it right but sometime later Heaven decided it was too much hassle to annihilate the entire material creation.

Theory #3: Crowley doesn't remember

Armageddon is indeed going to be the end of the whole infinite universe with trillions of star systems. Crowley, however, is no longer aware of it.

Theory #4: Crowley is in denial

Deep down he knows it's not going to be just Earth. But the thought is so monstrous and unbearable he has shoved it so deep down that he doesn't acknowledge it anymore.

If you can think of something more. please share.

Which is it?

Each theory opens some interesting interpretations, and I'll look at them in the next post.

For now, one big thing to keep in mind while considering each of them is that the Starmaker didn't care about Earth. He hadn't even heard of it (as such) before his conversation with Aziraphale. But he cared a great deal about the universe as a whole. Learning that it's going to be annihilated before it gets a chance to reach its full potential was what made him question and doubt God and God's plan for the first time. It was that knowledge that marred his pure light and unadulterated joy with his first heartbreak and his first fit of anger.

But then we see the demon Crowley who doesn't seem to believe that's the universe's fate anymore but his anger at the Great Blasted Plan remains unchanged. If anything, it got even fiercer. On the one hand, it figures. Crowley came to love Earth, so even if everything else is spared, it's still enough of a reason to rage against Heaven. On the other hand... how did this transition happen, exactly?

Thanks for now.

As usually, I'll be back.

[valyriansource]

A DREAM OF SPRING SPECULATION  — SANSA MARRIES PODRICK PAYNE

When the Imp returned a short time later, he was presentable enough, and even a little taller. Podrick Payne had changed as well, and looked almost a proper squire for once, although a rather large red pimple in the fold beside his nose spoiled the effect of his splendid purple, white, and gold raiment. He is such a timid boy. Sansa had been wary of Tyrion's squire at first; he was a Payne, cousin to Ser Ilyn Payne who had taken her father's head off. However, she'd soon come to realize that Pod was as frightened of her as she was of his cousin. Whenever she spoke to him, he turned the most alarming shade of red.

[ali-dot-txt]

yo i played persona 5 for the first time (II)

(part 2 of a series, you can find part 1 here)

In this incredibly long chain of posts: Hina taking shape as a character, records of how people gender her, and my reactions to the events of the game, as seen from screenshots of Discord messages I sent.

Sojiro gets off to a good start by not even misgendering the delinquent he took in.

Look, he's trying, at least. That's what matters

In future, Ryuji will consistently forget that Hina is a girl, but he never seems to mean anything by it.

Side note: The mod plans to change the romance options to 4 men and 4 women at some point (as of right now, romances are unchanged, as far as I could tell). Ryuji is going to be one of the male options.

Morgana forgets sometimes as well, but I can't recall a time where he outright calls Hina male, and since, you know, these people are speaking Japanese that's translated for our readability, it's entirely possible that he barely misgenders her at all. Which makes sense, given his whole thing is helping her.

Another change from the mod! Hina can only go into womens' restrooms.

It took about the entire length of the game for me to get to the point where i even tolerate Morgana, though.

Morgana has a different comment on Hina's room.

Takemi: one of the romance options that the mod is planning to keep. The fact that she is a romance option utterly ruins her for me. You will not be seeing much more of her. Hina stopped visiting the clinic after rank 3 of her confidant.

She passes enough to get into the womens' bath with no incident.

I do not have many screenshots from Kamoshida's Palace. I take many more screenshots in later Palaces. Due to that, I miss a lot of Ann's establishing character moments in this recap, so I'll recap her here:

She's one of the romance options the mod plans to keep. She also misgenders Hina more than Morgana but less than Ryuji.

Hina Canonical Character Trait: she's scared of heights

More cute outfits for Hina

Hina transgender moments

Hina eventually has to settle for getting her meds by mail order

MISHIMA is a planned romance option. MISHIMA. There is no larger sign of how few cute boys there are in this game lmao

Sae barely misgenders Hina, but that's just thanks to her barely having any chance to refer to her in the third person for most of the game.

This line works much better with the headcanon, and as a fun side bonus it hurts a lot more!

And I've run out of images. Next post!

[emerdoodls]

sometimes i go insane remembering gregor can probably never wear shorts/short sleeves again without getting stared at it was so fucked of suzanne collins to do that to him

[moongazer71]

[utenaesque]

I wrote this drabble inspired by the above picture of Utena and Anthy at the beach around 2005! It's entitled Oceanic Lullaby.

•

She is always washing in and out of Anthy's dreams. The tides tangle tiny golden shells and foam like liquid pearls in her curls. Her limbs are washed-white and taste of ancient brine.

Anthy thinks about the shade of her eyes in terms of the ocean breakers- pale blue in the morning and indigo by night, but always reliably sparkling and clear.

By day Anthy navigates the pavement perimeter of sea cities. She doesn't mind the seedy motels or grit in her flip-flops any more.

At night, along each identical boardwalk, the tourists stop and admire her ornate sand castles. She smiles vaguely at their praise, and patiently smoothes the wet sand into spires.

Anthy knows one day that girl will emerge from the nets of her dreams, and she will never need castles again.

[spuffyarchive]

The Eternal Return by Iamblichus [NC-17]

Fifteen years after their grand showdown with the First Evil, Buffy and Spike have finally got it figured out… and then Buffy takes a tumble through her past. Old decisions are new again.

[bimobuddy]

Safe at Last

TUA tickle fic

> Comfort Tickles <

Lee!Five - Ler!Klaus

Post Series

Might be a little ooc but it's fiiine

Summary: Five is finally being hit by everything, and what better way to help him out than to bring back something simple and familiar?

Five laid there on his bed (futon), just staring up at the ceiling. Processing. He had time traveled, gotten stuck in the post apocalyptic future for 43 years, leaving his family behind, killed people, came back as a child, barely survived three apocalyptic ends, so much more, and... it was finally catching up to him. He exhaled, long and slow.

Due to the deal Allison made with Reginald, they all were alive. Powerless, but alive. And Five was still in his child body, meaning no one believed him that he was 58, and he couldn't buy his own house yet, so he just bounced around from sibling to sibling, whoever would let him stay a few nights.

A few of his siblings had offered to let him just fully move in, and he had considered it, he really had, but he decided against it. He was an old man at heart and mind, he didn't want to feel like he was being taken care of -even if deep down he knew he probably needed it to some degree- so currently, he was staying with Klaus, in an apartment.

"Hey, Fivers.." Speak of the devil. Five didnt even move his head, he just flicked his eyes over to Klaus, who stood in the doorway. "Hm?"

"Hate to barge in like this, but I couldn't help but notice you looked so... sad?" Klaus sat on the futon next to his older-younger brother. Five snorted. "After everything we've been through, 'sad' is an understatement." Five said, looking back up at the ceiling.

Klaus nodded. "Yeah, that's... that's fair. That's really fair." Silence hung in the air for a moment, while Klaus looked down at Five. The poor kid guy looked exhausted, like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. In a way, he had. Three times.

Klaus leaned back against the couch part of the futon, in thought. Suddenly, he got an idea. "Hey, Five, if you'll trust me-" "I know I shouldn't, especially after you've said that, but go on." "-I think I know what may help."

Intrigued, Five propped himself up on his elbows. "I hope you don't mean dr-" "No, no, I'm clean now. But back when I was fighting in the war, there was something Dave used to do that would help me relax." Almost immediately, Five laid back down. "Klaus, I'm flattered and a little creeped out, but not interested." Klaus was tempted to bring up the fact that Five had actually made a joke, but he decided to do it later. "No, it wasn't anything like that, it was just a way to calm me down on real bad nights. If you'll trust me, I'd like to try it with you. You need it, buddy, trust me."

Five thought for a moment. "Fine. I doubt you could make it any wORSE-" As soon as the words left his lips, Klaus had pulled him into his lap. Five started to get up but Klaus gently held his shoulders. "No no, it's okay, this is part of it, you're fine! I'm not gonna mess with ya.. Well- Not much. Give me your hand." Five hesitantly laid back down and gave Klaus his hand.

Klaus started to very gently trace light circles against his palm. When Five snorted and closed his fist, pulling away, Klaus chuckled. "Oh right, I forgot your hands were bad. Let's try somewhere a little less sensitive." Before Five could question what he was doing, Klaus had pushed his shirt up to just under his ribs, starting to lightly trace and tap around his tummy.

Five felt his face and ears get red as he hid his face. He tried to blink away- right. No powers anymore. He decided to just keep his face covered as he giggled into his hands. "Fuck- Klahaus! Whyhy?" The Former-Seance just grinned. "It's hard to think about the bad things while you're getting tickled, isn't it?"

He was right. Five found it quite difficult to think about that while giggling, laying across his brother's lap. In fact, it had the opposite effect. Five was remembering a time when they were kids, this was a thing Klaus had done back then, too. He was always one to give cheer-up tickles to him and his siblings after a rough day. He felt a mix of comfort and nostalgia spread throughout his chest, coming out in the form of much lighter, more bubbly giggles. He hadn't even noticed.

Klaus grinned down at him. "Aw, look at you! You're actually giggling and staying in place, you haven't rolled away once!"

Oh, right.. His reputation.. He was supposed to not like this. Five raised an arm to cover his mouth as he turned his head away, but Klaus just upped the tickles and skittered up his ribs and toward his underarm. Five slammed his arm down as his giggles turned frantic. "Dohohon't!" "Don't what?" "Tihickl- I'M NAHAT THAT DUHUMB!" "Ah, I almost gotcha though."

Klaus fluttered his fingers around Five's ears and under his chin, which resulted in an adorable little snort, then found his way back to his tummy, getting bubbly giggles, then to his hips, which made Five buck and let out a real belly laugh. Yet he still hadn't really protested or tried to get away.

When Klaus squeezed his knee, Five shot up and grabbed his hand. "KLAHAUS!!" He paused to catch his breath, giggles still flooding out of his chest. Klaus smiled warmly. "Just gentle tickles? Calm?" Five just nodded and repeated, "Calm."

Five laid back down, covered his face, and giggled softly into the room, the way he used to before everything happened, back when he was still a somewhat normal 13 year old spending the night in his brother's room after a hard day. And for the first time in a very long time, he felt safe.