#head full of au gifsets

[rosie-tyler]

Watched two movies with Billy and Ralph in a row

[firstelevens]

Bucky + Realization of feelings at the Worst Possible Moment for the Situation(TM) prompts if you like! 🤗

45. realization of feelings at the worst possible moment

every in-canon version of this that I attempted to write made me So Sad so instead here's an extreme canon divergence that answers a question that I asked in the tags of a gifset back in November of 2021: MR AND MR SMITH AU WHEN?

Bucky is choosing to blame Steve for this.

There are probably others who are more directly at fault. Natasha feels pretty high up on that list, as does Bucky himself. But Nat is too smug to argue with, and Bucky’s blame roster is already pretty full, so he’s decided that this one can be Steve’s fault.

It’s not even that much of a stretch, really: it’s Steve who stumbled onto him while raiding what the Avengers hadn’t realized was a secret HYDRA facility, and it’s Steve who decided to defrost Bucky instead of leaving well enough alone. Steve’s the reason why Bucky ended up where he is, leading a team of technically-reformed criminals on off-the-books missions that Nick Fury deems too high profile for the Avengers, which means that Steve is the reason why, four years ago, Nick Fury sat Bucky down and told him that his lack of a social life and generally menacing demeanor were going to blow his cover any day now.

At the time, Bucky had offered to go fully off the grid, all the better to prep for missions, but Fury had just frowned at him and flatly said, “Or you could just get yourself a goddamn date.”

Part of Bucky had been convinced that it was a joke or some kind of test, but then it had been made clear to him that he would be on desk duty until he did something to shore up his cover identity. It had seemed like pure serendipity when Natasha had wandered in from a mission the next day and had a solution ready as soon as Bucky had bitched about Fury’s ultimatum over a sparring session.

“I know a guy,” she’d said to him. “Ex-military but now he’s an analyst with one of the alphabet agencies.”

“I’ll pass,” Bucky had replied, just barely dodging the roundhouse she’d aimed at his head. “I do enough espionage at work; I don’t need to go home and lie to a civilian about who I am, too.”

“That’s the best part,” Nat had said then, a gleam in her eye. “You wouldn’t have to lie.”

She’d explained, then, that this friend of hers kind of needed a cover story, too. Something about a three year waitlist for an exclusive apartment building, and fine print on the contract heavily implying that unmarried applicants would be rejected. Pretending to marry a stranger had seemed like a bit much just to secure an apartment, but then Nat had pulled up the building’s website on her phone, and Bucky knew just enough about what real estate was like these days to understand why someone might be driven to desperation for a place like that.

Bucky could claim not to know what drove him to say yes, but he’s sure it’s written as plainly on his face now as it had been back then. Sam Wilson had walked through the door, smiled exactly once, and pulled Bucky into his orbit without even trying.

It had been an astonishingly good four years. He and Sam had gone from polite roommates doing each other a favor—Bucky’s cover story had been tailored to the background check he ran on Sam, something about unexpectedly needing a new place to live and the specific requirements of being a veteran—to genuinely being friends. Aside from the one lie of omission, where Bucky had strategically avoided bringing up that he was a formerly brainwashed, hundred year old super soldier who now led an elite spy team, he got to be himself around Sam. Months into their arrangement, it became clear that Sam got to be himself around Bucky, too.

There was room in their apartment for his persistent low-grade grouchiness, and for Sam’s shocking-even-to-Bucky’s-40s-sensibilities collection of vinyl records, and even for the tiny white cat who they’d found shivering in a cardboard box one winter by the grocery store and immediately brought home. He never could have even considered a pet before, but Alpine had been the undisputed queen of their place for two years now, and when missions took Bucky away from home, Sam was there to keep her company. 

He’d even be willing to bet that she likes Sam better by now, but if that’s true, it’s hard to blame her. Bucky has spent the past year increasingly unable to ignore the warmth that settles in his chest when he unlocks the apartment to find Sam curled up on the couch, frowning at his tablet like it personally wronged him. It always takes Sam an extra half-second to realize that Bucky is in the room, and then he smiles just like he did that very first day, and Bucky is a goner for it every time.

It took a particularly harrowing mission to nudge Bucky out of being a coward. He’d been trapped under a collapsed building somewhere outside Prague, smoke filling the air with no sign of help on its way, and when Bucky had closed his eyes in defeat, all he’d been able to think of was Sam and Alpine on that couch, waiting for him to come home.

He’d flown back stateside, taken an extra couple of days to heal up from his injuries, and made his plans to tell Sam everything tonight. 

Bucky has already picked up dessert from the tiny French spot in Dupont Circle that Sam pretends not to love, and there’s an absurdly big flower arrangement that will be ready for Bucky to pick up just as soon as he gets out of whatever meeting was so urgent and secret that it had to be held after all personnel had left the building for the night.

In the elevator on the way up, Yelena mentions a team from a different agency, something about a joint operation to protect a recently turned asset, even though reformed agents are very clearly Bucky’s team’s jurisdiction.

“Don’t worry about it,” says Bucky, as they step out of the elevator. “If they wanted us to play nice, they should have thought about that before elbowing their way onto our turf.”

Yelena makes a noise of acknowledgment and opens the door to the conference room. As soon as she does, Bucky is instantly aware of two things.

One: there is a very small baby in the room, swaddled in a green blanket and fast asleep.

Two: Bucky’s husband is in the room, cradling the baby in his arms and gently swaying. It is the first time ever that it hasn’t taken him an extra half-second to notice Bucky walking through the door.

Bucky feels all the air leave his lungs and can’t remember how to get it back. He’s certain that he looks as shocked as he feels.

He can’t help but notice that Sam, on the other hand, doesn’t.

“Agent Barnes, Agent Belova,” says Fury. “I’d introduce you to Agent Wilson, but I think it might be a little late for that.”

[ace-of-spaders]

*taps the mic and laughs nervously because of the major stage fright*

Lizzington shippers, fam, grandmas and grandpas, can I have a moment of your attention, please?

It's not a secret that, while some people in Lizzington community are still active, whether they write or make gifs or keep our dash full of Lizzington even in this trying times ( @melbob26-blog, thank you for this! ), Lizzington community as a whole went into hibernation over the last couple of years.

And I get it, interests change, especially when one show ends and there's another ongoing, moving on from the show that ended is totally natural, especially when it didn't give your favorite characters the happy ending they deserved.

I get it.

Hell, for a pretty lengthy while there I focused on other ships and shows, too, especially after TBL ended ended last year.

But you know what I realized earlier today, when I reread some of the old fics, browsed through gifsets and text posts, watched some fanvids?

It's the show that ended, for some in 2021, for others in 2023. And the only thing that means is that it cannot disappoint us anymore.

( it's not like we were suddenly deprived of quality content, because let's face it, the fans have been the main source of the quality lizzington content for years now, while the show gave us mere crumbs, on a good day )

But Red and Liz?

They are still out there, fighting criminals, catching Blacklisters, travelling the world, shamelessly flirting, toppling shadow organizations, raising Agnes and/or any other children they have, and generally being the sexy badass power couple they are!

Nothing changed in that regard.

So why would we mourn them, when they are out there, healthy and happy and in the middle of yet another adventure? I'm sure right this moment Red is drawing Liz into another one of his heists and she's only too happy to join him, even though she pretends that she's not, for the sake of the game.

There's literally no reason for us to stop writing, giffing, editing, sharing theories and headcanons and memes and just talking about our favorite couple.

And by writing all of this, I want to propose something daring to you:

Let's revive the Lizzington community!

Let's rewatch earlier seasons and gif the hell out of them because it's been a while and because precious moments between these two are not going to become less precious even if it's giffed 10 or 100 more times, not to mention that ever gifmaker's style is different, so there are virtually no two identical gifsets as there are no two identical snow flakes.

Let's make fanvideos, picspams, picture edits, fanart, moodboards! The amount of songs, quotes, moments etc that can inspire you is virtually endless!

Let's write fics, let's explore AUs, let's give each other prompts and challenge each other to try something new or practice some aspect of writing, like writing kisses or AUs or hugs or making up Blacklisters etc!

Let's share headcanons and theories and ideas and what our versions of Red and Liz are like, because everyone has their own unique versions of Red and Liz living in their head, and it's just beautiful, if you ask me!

Let's reblog stuff, filling each other's dashes with Lizzington!

Let's scream about Lizzington because no one does it like them!

Let's revive the Lizzington Community, we all miss it!

PS. Feel free to reblog this post – spread the suggestion!)

PPS. To assure you that I'm not the type of person who encourages others but doesn't do anything themselves, I can tell you I've already got some ideas for a couple of Lizzington events in mind. Those include challenges, thematic weeks etc.

PPPS. I'm not sure how many people are checking the tags these days, so I'm gonna tag some people I know under the cut, just in case, to spread the suggestion. If you weren't tagged, trust me, it's nothing personal!

@meetmeatthecoda @iwouldlovetoeatyourtoast @agxntkeen @factoseintolerant @tale-xistime @james-baeder @lettie1609 @withwhatiam @peace-love-on-planet-earth @missourired @felilaprivada @strawberry-pills @roominthecastle @codewordpumpkin @my-robot-heart @kitkate91060 @imyourplusone @shelly1952 @itsjustme-itsmylife @castle2cute @nancyjocom @cress-26 @lunaarlilacs @femaleoptimistic @scifi-gk @greeneyedsoul88 @figureofdismay @shippinglizzington @kissthefuture @thetwistedargent @actuallylorelaigilmore @sorrydearie @turningtimeinthetardis @buildinggsr @apicturewithasmile @windfalling @piketrickfeet

[ddagent]

5 head cannons if NASA was sent to Star City for the Apollo-Soyuz (or in this case Soyuz-Apollo) mission.

OMG THE POTENTIAL OF THIS AU!

Margo is sent to Star City with two competing objectives: Tom Paine wants this to happen; Nelson Bradford would rather it didn't. And, quite frankly, Margo agrees with Bradford. So she handpicks a team full of the most stubborn people she knows to make all of this not happen. Molly is chugging whiskey on the plane ride. Aleida is ignoring Margo and barely saying a word. Perfect.

There is no brass band. Just softly falling snow as Margo descends the plane. Introductions are made. Looks are exchanged between the KGB agents hovering in the background and the CIA who would look out of place in Langley. As they head for the cars to take them to Star City, Margo slips on a patch of ice. She's caught by the head of the Apollo-Soyuz program, who holds her closer than she expects.

The first meeting is a disaster. As intended. Margo challenges everything that Sergei Orestovich Nikulov presents in an effort not to allow the Soviets access to their technology. She doesn't need to skim through the battered phrase book in her bag that the meeting is a bust. She almost feels bad for Nikulov. Almost. But he's cold, and detached, and he'll no doubt find something else to do.

He turns up at her hotel. The CIA agent guarding the door is in the bar and he's there, waiting for her. We need to make this happen, Margo. Please. Meet me here in one hour. Do not eat before you come. Margo is half-expecting to end up in a Soviet jail. She does not expect to find herself at the Nikulov family dinner, with good food and challenging board games and the heady laugh of one Sergei Nikulov.

They make their plans in Margo's hotel room, with Margo stealing Aleida from the hostel they'd stashed her in. Sergei is the one to present their plans for Apollo-Soyuz; Sergei is the one who gets the credit. Margo accepts a box of Russian sugar cookies as a thank you for letting him save face. They eat them, later, in her hotel bed as the sheets cool around them.

Send me a Margo/Sergei AU (either one I’ve mentioned before, created a gifset of, or one of your own devising) and I’ll give you 5 headcanons!

[simplysnowbarry]

MARK YOUR CALENDARS ❄️⚡

Big thanks to everyone who voted in our poll recently. We can now announce that Snowbarry Week 2023 - our final full-length Snowbarry Week - will run from Monday December 4th to Sunday December 10th this year!

We’ve chosen the prompts from those submitted to us so as to speed the process along and give everyone plenty of time to create. And we’ve also got extras for artists, as well as a few song prompts.

prompts:

day 1, Mon Dec 4th - First + Last Time

day 2, Tues Dec 5th - Innovation

day 3, Weds Dec 6th - Reconnecting

day 4, Thurs Dec 7th - FREE DAY + any past prompts

day 5, Fri Dec 8th - Fantasy / Fairytale

day 6, Sat Dec 9th - "Just a normal day"

day 7, Sun Dec 10th - Post-canon / Future AUs

extras for artists:

silver and gold

hues of red and/or blue

song prompts:

The Script - No Good In Goodbye

Picture This - Take My Hand

The Heydaze - New Religion

Posting guidelines will be posted closer to the date. We hope to see you all in December, and in the mean time, HAPPY CREATING!

(!) F.A.Q

Who can participate in Snowbarry Week?

ANYONE! Writers, giffers, manip-ers (?), fan artists smol and toll. We welcome fan fiction, gifsets, manips, fanart, fanmixes, …

Can days be combined?

YES! Reconnecting with future AU? Or innovation and fairytale? All joking aside, you can combine whichever prompts you’d like.

Can I create work for both the artists prompts and the writer prompts?

ABSOLUTELY YES!

Can I use the artists prompts for a fic, or the writer prompts for art work?

GO CRAZY!

If I want to contribute something do I have to do something for every day?

Not at all. You’re free to commit to a single day, and we will be so flipping excited to see it. The point is just to have fun with the prompts, even if it’s just the one.

Can I post a WIP that I started working on before that fits a Snowbarry Week theme?

Yes, of course! We’re not a Big Bang, or even a Mini Bang, we don’t require art or fic to have been created from scratch for exactly this week.

I’m going to be busy/out of town during Snowbarry Week. Can I post early/late?

We’d really like to avoid early posting. If you’re out of town or too busy the week itself you can always schedule posts for the correct dates.

Posting late shouldn’t be a problem. Posting Day 1 on Day 3 is also perfectly fine, just make sure we can tell which day you’re posting for, so our heads don’t start spinning.

What does free day mean?

Basically, free day is where you decide what prompt you want to do something with. As long as it’s Snowbarry (or one of its variations like Savifrost, Flashfrost, etc), you’re okay to do whatever you want. A free day in the middle of the week might also provide some much needed breathing space for all the contributors.

Also, the same as last year, our free day now doubles as an opportunity to create for any of our past prompts! If there was a prompt you didn’t manage to finish something for, or just always liked the sound of doing but missed the opportunity, we’d love to see that for this day to have a fun revival of some of the great prompts from past events.

What does [insert theme] mean?

Oh man, this is a hard one to answer. Reconnecting could be about Barry and Caitlin getting to know each other after falling out, or after drifting apart, but it could also be about reconnecting with other things in their life or even as literal as reconnecting cables on some tech as part of an action plot! We can’t tell you which roles to cast your characters in, because everyone has different interpretations. If you can justify the connection, we’re pretty sure you’re good.

Does my idea fit the theme?

Like we said above, if you can justify it, we’re pretty sure you’re good. If you’re really not sure, hit us up!

If there are more questions, please don’t hesitate to drop us an ask. Any questions you don’t want published, feel free to come off anon and ask us as well - we promise we won’t publish what you’re not comfortable with, just let us know if you want it answered privately.

[finnpoefanevents]

FINNPOEWEEK24 - Rules & FAQ

❗ Rules 

Remember to tag your entries as #FinnPoeWeek2024 and if your are posting on Ao3 remember the post under the collection ‘FinnPoe Week 2024’ (not open until aug 19)

No ship or character bashing, this event is a FinnPoe-centric event so entries should depict them as the main romantic interests, even if the entry is platonic

Fanfics, fancams, fanart, moodboards, gifsets and head canons are all welcome!

Combining of prompts is also allowed

Entries can be NSFW but remember to tag them accordingly especially when it comes to fanart

OCs are allowed as long as FinnPoe are the focus of the entry

Though participants are encouraged to post during the provided timeframe we will continue to share entries until the next event

If we haven’t shared your post after 48hrs please message us

As this is a fandom event even if you are not actively participating in either the bingo or the spectator checklist we like to encourage you all to still share, retweet, reblog comment or review pieces submitted by participants. 

❓FAQ 

Why hold such an event?

This event will allow creatives in the FinnPoe fandom to come together for a week to celebrate the ship and create works for them 

What does it involve?

During August 19-26, you guys will be given 2 prompts each day with 1 of them being an AU. You can choose either or both or even combine them to make content for FinnPoe. You will also get one free day to do whatever you want. 

Do I have to write or make new content for the event?

While we would encourage new content, it's okay to repurpose old work as long as it hasn't been posted before (unless you are rewriting, redrawing or re-editing said work and will be creating a new and separate post for it.)

How involved do I have to be?

We encourage everyone to be involved every single day of FinnPooe Week however we understand that everyone has lives outside of FinnPoe (unfortunately) so it's entirely okay to participate as little or as much as you want. If you don’t want to create anything but would still like to participate as a spectator, we would encourage you guys to check out our spectator activities.

How can I participate?

Easy! Create a piece of media centring FinnPoe using one or more of the prompts on the bingo and post it using the tags or under the Ao3 collection. 

How can I participate if I don’t want to/am not able to create new content?

We have a spectator checklist which includes a range of activities in order to celebrate the event and support the creators who are participating. 

What tags should I use?

For this event please use #FinnPoeWeek2024 for your entries to be eligible. In addition to this, we also encourage you to use #finnpoe, #stormpilot and any other tags relevant to the post. If your entry is NSFW please tag it as such. 

Will there be an AO3 collection?

Yes, the collection is called ‘FinnPoe Week 2024’

Where do I submit my pieces?

You can submit your works on Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram and Ao3. Please let us know if you want to submit to other sites as well. 

Can I submit my entry early?

While you guys are more than welcome to prepare early, please do not post your submissions before their respective days or it might get messy for all involved.

Can I submit late?

Absolutely! We are taking submissions for this event up until our next one.

When is the deadline? Is there a specific time zone?

There is no hard deadline and we’re not going off a specific time zone either, so you are free to post according to your timezone. 

Do I need to make full-on masterpieces?

You absolutely can but it is not necessary. A simple sketch, a first draft of a fic, a snippet of an edit or their equivalent is also fine. 

Why have themes or prompts?

Themes provide coherence and inspiration. Without them, people will either create whatever they want and there’s no order or purpose to the event OR people get stuck on what they want to do and end up doing nothing. They are meant to help with content creation but we will have a free day to allow for more freedom and flexibility. 

What if I have more questions?

That's fine! We are always happy to help, you can contact us via DMs on 💙 twitter🧡 instagram 🖤 tumblr or 💌 e-mail us

[jeeyuns]

(t)eenie. she/her, 30s, queer af | every post is queued

yes, ALL of them. screaming to: 9-1-1, music, trivia, the bear, old vintage art, skam, nostalgic movies, comic book characters, haunting imagery, himbo men in action movies, astrology, inanity, puns, poetry, surrealism, and including, but not limited to the majesty of space and the sea.

fic posts | 911 perspective | hands in 911 eps | 118 whump | hen in eps | 118 parallels | bobby in eps | goofy 911 | invisible string | 911 elements | ep titles | all gifsets

the trick to having your heart broken

COMPLETE | one-shot | 3k | rated T two conversations bedside that break and remake Tommy's worldview.

Buck's Coma vs. Real World Checklist

COMPLETE | multimedia | 0.3k | rated G Buck: When I wake up, and I mean like every single time, I have this checklist now that I run in my head, like a way to test that I'm really here. Maddie: So, what do you check?

morning glory

COMPLETE | one-shot | 2.7k | rated E the morning after the night before Buck tries to piece together what actually happened. It's insane to think all his dreams came true last night

hope is a sword

COMPLETE | one-shot | 5.5k | rated T hope is a good thing, maybe the best thing, and no good thing ever dies. hope is a dangerous thing. hope can drive a man insane. whumptober 2023 | prompt #5 | debris | pinned down | "It's broken."

proof of concept: ach tagais 'nós na hoíche

IN PROGRESS | part of a series | 8.2k | rated E PROOF OF CONCEPT [n] a realization of a certain method or idea in order to demonstrate its feasibility. A demonstration in principle with the aim of verifying that some concept or theory has practical potential.

slouching towards bethlehem to be born

IN PROGRESS | ch 3/8 | 23.7k | rated M What do you do when you're the sole clueless observer of a grief response gone wrong? What do you do when you stumble upon the fragments of a ghost's memories and possessions squirreled away and haunting your home? What do you do when you blunder into the ability to harness the power of thinking and speaking someone back into begrudging form? I knew you, Eddie thinks. I KNOW you. I believe in you. I need you. Come back.

eros

COMPLETE | one-shot | 3.1k | rated E On the couch, watching John Wick. What better time to have a feelings realization and demonstrating what they want out of it?

slip like freudian

COMPLETE | one-shot | 4.4k | rated T Eddie Diaz is taught a lesson by a very well-meaning benign witch when he runs into her at 7-Eleven with his sad pout out in full effect

how life goes on the way it does

COMPLETE | 12 chapters | 39.6k | rated E Past Lives Movie AU where Buck and Eddie were childhood friends who move away at 12, lost touch again at 18, and don���t actually run into each other in person again until they’re 27. As firefighters in the middle of a call in LA. A lot of life happens along the way

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, September 25

Another student hands Buffy another flier. GIRL: Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal savior? BUFFY: Uh, you know I meant to and then I just got really busy.

~~The Freshman~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

BtVS Double Drabble: Overworked by badly_knitted (Buffy, Willow, Xander, PG)

Head over Feet by Rippertish (Buffy/Giles, T)

[Chaptered Fiction]

I'll Get You, My Pretty... - Ch. 1-5 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, M) COMPLETE!

Hello, Darling - Ch. 9 by Spikelover4ever (Buffy/Spike, M) COMPLETE!

Omission - ch. 16 by toutes_les_routes (Riley/Spike, Buffy/Riley, E)

Book Stew! - ch. 8 by MGAllan (Michael from Gingerbread/Lance from The Pack, G)

You Can Keep All The Rest, Buffy Summers, She's Ours (Eventually) - ch. 3 by Anne_Hathagay (Buffy/Willow, Willow/Tara, Buffy/Tara, E)

Slayer No More - ch. 24 by jsaint34 (Buffy/Oliver Pike, Vamp Willow/Vamp Xander, M)

Infinitely - ch. 71 by Laragh (Willow/Tara, M)

Should I stay or should I go? (Part one) by prose-for-hire (Spike/reader, unrated)

Soul Mate Magic - Chapter Six by emma-m-black (Giles/OC, M)

Unholy Matrimony - ch. 3 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Out of this World, love... - ch. 11 by Miss Kitty (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) French, COMPLETE!

Heart of Stone by Claire (Buffy/Spike, G)

A Sword in the Man - ch. 5 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Champion Of War - ch. 4 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Meme: [Textposts] (Buffy/Spike, worksafe) by paperpuzzles

Meme: RUPERT GILES + text posts (Giles, worksafe) by clarkgriffon

Cartoon: Paul Gadzikowski's The Hero of Three Faces by paulgadzikowski (Angel, worksafe)

Artwork: She's Finished Now by quartersety-of-a-holsety (Willow, worksafe)

Artwork: Hyper fixated on Spike from btvs awhile ago and finally finished this drawing! by wtv-my-current-hyperfixation (Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: Drew some of my OTPS... by doesimmons (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: [also episode review] Buffy, the vampire slayer: Bewitched, bothered and bewildered by onedrawsoverthecuckoosnest (Cordelia, worksafe)

Artwork: [also fic rec] Burdens to Blessings: by SlayrGrl recced and artwork by o-cm-draw-o (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: Drew our Slayer, Buffy Summers by verytoastyghost (Buffy, worksafe)

Collage: Collage #175 by thedecadentraven (Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: Supernatural 1.11 // Buffy the Vampire Slayer 2.22 by wozardofiz (Buffy, worksafe)

Gifset: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: 2.10 | 9-1-1: 6.12 by sophsun1 (Buffy, Giles, worksafe)

3D artwork: Faith Lehane as a Ghost Angel by jade-frankenstein (Faith, worksafe)

3D artwork: Buffy Summers as a Vampire by jade-frankenstein (Buffy, worksafe)

Fanvid: Stick Season - Xander & Anya (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) by TheOverLookedOne (Xander/Anya)

[done in copics] by Lee Xopher (@leexopher) (Buffy, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Prophecy Girl, S01E12 by ravenya003

The Initiative and Pangs by mothmans-wedding-photographer

PODCAST: Episode 75: A New Man (w/ Katie Kaisershot) by Gym Was Cancelled: A Buffy Podcast

[Recs & In Search Of]

Fic rec: [Buffy/Spike, M] Close to Home by Sigyn recced by flowspuffy

Video recs:Angel/Cordelia vid by Billy Grayson and Buffy/Spike vid by Crista Grym - both recced by apachefirecat

Video recs: Angel/Cordelia videos by Love Bites recced by vampandvisiongirl

Spuffy fic recs: Fic recs in tags and replies: please drop your fav Spuffy fics so I can distract myself. by spuffybot

ISO: Particular-Employ326 seeks fanfic recs for pro Cordelia AU of Angel Season 4

[Community Announcements]

LONELY PROMPTS WEEK :: 25 SEPTEMBER § DAY 3 by comment_fic

LONELY PROMPTS WEEK :: 26 SEPTEMBER § DAY 4 by comment_fic

EVENT: Elysian Fields Anniversary Event Details!!! by elysianfieldsarchive

EVENT: [all fandoms] HALLOWEEn HEXATHLoN 2024 👻 October 26-31th by witchesnet

First Bingo: We have our first full BINGO!! Big congratulations to: Melon by Harlow by Fanged Four Family Bingo 2024

PROMPT: Angel has a human descendant by BuffyverseKinkmeme

PROMPT: Holden Webster, vampire therapist by BuffyverseKinkmeme

PROMPT: Spike/Riley, Surviving by BuffyverseKinkmeme

[Fandom Discussions]

What If: There was no Eve? by nightshade and November

BUFFY FANDOM I WOULD LIKE TO ASK A QUESTION. [S1 new viewer] Giles is hot, right? by valhallavalkyrie9

I just started watching "Angel" (Angel the series), and now I wonder how a soul works. by trealtox

You know, technically, Spike never actually said that he and Angel were intimate only once. by thequeenofsastiel

they [Angel and Lindsey] should've had massive spuffy-style house-destroying... by soupforsoup

buffy is literally the show ever it has schlocky horror and funny looking puppets and ... by pinesorneedles

cordelia telling angel he should smile more by dykemarcille and inquiryminded

From s06E11 Gone XANDER, "Still trying to mack on Buffy? Wake up already. Never gonna happen!" by desicat-writer

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Honestly for me the most heartbreaking part of Fred and Wesley's story .... by thequeenofsastiel

[can't believe how many details i forgot, doing a ATS rewatch now...] by paarthursass

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i think jane espenson is my favorite writer on buffy... by lesbianmarrow

the only reason anyone would willingly choose to live in sunnydale... by comradesummers

when the hero falls in love with the villain she is falling in love with the darkest parts of herself... by atlasshrugd

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I've just rewatched I Will Remember You and forgot how heartbreaking it is (Angel 4x08 spoilers) by atomic_mermaid

Iyari Limon is gorgeous as Kennedy [and Kennedy talk] by raccoon_smh

[zombie apocalypse team roles] by Historical-Capital43

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Forever thankful that Buffy wasn't a "not like other girls" type character by New_Mycologist_3002

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[pondslime]

Curious as to what you’ve said “haha what if I jokingly shipped them/headcanoned this ironically” about……… please do tell. If u are so inclined 👀 (but no pressure ofc 💜)

uh OH!!!!!!!

under the CUT bc a bitch sure can TALK

SHIPS:

gonna start off w/chainshipping. NOT bc I started shipping them as a joke. bc no. I've been deathly serious about them from the JUMP. tragically!!

but chainshipping...............in the context of this stupid ass princess bride au. it WAS a joke. it was a fun time. it was playing dolls ALONE in my ROOM.

and now................I'm actually thinking I'm gonna publish it for other ppl to potentially read & suffer thru.

ACE. I made a lil fic graphic the other day:

.....................it's so Over.

(knives out/the menu) I SAW THIS GIFSET and now I'm a marta/margot truther. they're dating. in my head. I cannot shake this. it's canon to me. I never crosspollinate characters from vastly separate media!!! except I do. in this case.

(saw ii) amanda/addison/laura!! I have an unfinished wip in my drafts for them. that I luv v much. it's a kinda-dreary/kinda-warm n cozy/kinda-contemplative/VERY gay lil piece.

bc what if they all made it out of the nerve gas house together?? and what if they holed up in a dumpy lil apartment?? the medicine cabinet is full of nail polish and makeup that laura steals from riteaid. addison is constantly unclogging the shitty fuckin tub. amanda has a drawer full of knives in the bedroom. the front door is firmly bolted but that's never enough. so, they sleep in shifts. laura sandwiched in the middle. and they argue and scrape by. eat takeout and kiss. none of them are normal.

I'll finish it eventually gdhfshgfhdsghfds

HEADCANONS:

(midnight mass) father paul in the vw bug on his way 2 abercrombie & fitch. to buy skinny jeans w/the church credit card. re: my deranged tags on this gifset.

this is SO canon to me. as far as I'm concerned, it was featured in the show. it wasn't. but it was.

(saw) strahm having played baseball in his youth.

this is all bc I stumbled upon the knowledge that scott patterson actually did play baseball in his 20's.

and he looked rather scrumdiddlyumptious while doing so. my bread and butter is research born from [insert whorism here].

this hc was further exacerbated & cemented by one of many unhinged late night convos w/@visceravalentines about the guyfreaks. we're both v convinced @ this point that strahm has a baseball-related old sports injury. it occasionally flares up when he shoots. definitely had to go to work-mandated PT bc of a particularly bad reaction to recoil once. and he hated every second of it.

additionally, strahm being a u2/goo goo doll fan. he just IS. to me.

(house of wax) litcherally ANYTHING I have EVER said on here about the sinclair's. especially boseph. y'all should've locked me up & thrown away the key YEARS ago. using this post as an example.

^ ofc, these are just the thangs currently @ the top of my mind. like bubbles on top of a carbonated drink. if u dive into that glass..............well. radiation. poisoning.

[amtrak12]

Recently, I realized grief is my primary theme in my Lucifer fics and ideas. More than the theme even, grief is the entire plot of a one-shot I'm editing and the sequel to my current epic WIP. But I'm firmly in my mid-thirties now, so I figured that's just where my head is at in recent years. You go through cycles in life and I'm simply in my 'grief era' as some might say.

Except that's not actually true. I am successfully writing complete stories centered around grief right now, yes, but I've actually been trying to write about grief for a full decade.

Not in my Doctor Who fics, though grief is embedded in the plots.

Not in my Ghostbusters fics either. Those were written out of a mix of spite and love and explore… well I don't really know what they explored. shrug

No, my focus on grief got started back around 2014 (or 2013??) with a Bering and Wells AU that (honest to Jo) was inspired by an innocent Casper gifset @itcameuponamidnightqueer reblogged. I spent YEARS trying to write that AU. I had a ton of worldbuilding and plot elements, but I just could never find the story. There was a clear beginning (er mostly clear) but no obvious middle or end. The concept was just too big and amorphous for me to wrangle at the time. But damn if there isn't something still haunting in it.

When I remembered this, it made me want to put all the story elements together in one place again. Now, I certainly talked about this AU idea before on Tumblr. You can dig back into my 2014-2015 archives, possibly even 2013, and find messy rambles about it. And I haven't actively worked on the idea since Ghostbusters 2016 was released so some of the details are fuzzy now. But in case anyone can spot the story this was trying to be or if anyone's simply curious, here's what I had for this Bering and Wells ghost AU:

Like I said it was a Casper gifset that sparked the inspiration. Specifically, the 'Can I keep you' scene if I remember correctly. With it being late 2013, I was obviously utterly drowning in WH13/B&W feels, and we were all writing and brainstorming full-fledged alternate settings AUs. So of course, my immediate thought was 'ghost Bering and Wells AU' -- except I thought 'what if Myka's the ghost?' Because HG is the obvious candidate, being the historical figure, but I wanted to put a twist on it and then got really obsessed with the idea of ghost!Myka… and it all spiraled from there.

I decided on a modern setting, 2014, and then went college aged -- possibly because I was only a few years removed from my own college years at the time, but also Myka's relationship with her father/family as a whole ended up playing a huge factor in the world-building so that could've influenced the ages. I don't even know where to begin here because again, I never had a real plot, so let's just dive in I guess.

Helena Wells, age 20, an engineering (? of sorts?) student who Caturanga took on as an intern for his work. Now, Caturanga is effectively studying ghosts, though he dresses it up in fancier terms. I can't remember what his research goals were, but identification and communication were certainly the first two steps.

Usually when I age HG down, I make Christina a baby sister who she either lost or is estranged from to keep that aspect of her backstory. This time I decided to center her grief on her father who I made up for this story as also someone sciencey and someone Helena really admired and was close to. But he died in a car accident a few years ago (technically he might have been hit by a car while crossing the street but I can't confirm that). So Helena is interested in Caturanga's research because she would love to at least talk to her father again and refuses to believe he's fully gone. Resurrecting him is not currently her goal, though could easily come up given later events.

Caturanga isn't looking for the flashy haunted locations. He's looking for the mundane and preferably newer ghosts because they would be closer to the living and thus easier to talk to. He hears about a house in Colorado Springs in the US that can't keep a resident longer than two years so he chooses to study it. He and Helena rent it with plans on staying for a year.

Obviously this is Myka's childhood home and she is the ghost haunting the house. So what happened to Myka?

It's 1994 and Myka Bering is 19 years old. Her father still owns a bookstore, though they live in a separate house rather than an apartment above it. She still has her sister Tracy who I believe I made 15, so four years younger. Myka had been enrolled in college at the University of Colorado - Denver, but when she decided to switch majors from pre-med to pre-law at the end of her freshman year, her father complained about her indecisiveness and wasting money and pulled her out of school. He said, she could return to college when she had saved up enough money to pay for it herself.

Myka was gutted because she wanted to finish her degree so badly. She also hated leaving the friends she had made and tried to visit them as much as possible once school started back up that fall. One night when she drove up to visit her friends and boyfriend (Sam, of course), she lingered too long and arrived back home after curfew. Her father locked her out of the house as punishment, leaving her to sleep in the car in the garage where she left the overhead light on. There was an electrical fire that night. Myka didn't wake up in time to get out and she died.

Okay here's one of the rabbit holes I got super distracted by while trying to plot this out: Tracy's reaction. Because this whole thing is supposed to be a Bering and Wells AU, so clearly Helena and Myka are the main characters, right? But the more I obsessed over this story, the more prominent Tracy's role became. This was a tale of two sisters, dual POVs, each grappling with their rough childhoods in different ways. Except, there's also still the plot of Helena finding Myka, befriending her, and ultimately resurrecting her (more on this later), so how the hell were these things supposed to be balanced and woven into one coherent plot?? It was beyond my skill level. :S

In my head, Tracy had managed to skate under their dad's strict thumb throughout her childhood, largely because she just didn't care what her dad said and always opted to do her own thing. Myka did care what their father thought and tried to follow the rules which made the times when she didn't seem like more of an offense. Oldest child syndrome was also definitely at play where the youngest just gets away with more. So when Myka got pulled out of school, Tracy was less sympathetic and more 'you brought that on yourself.' I mean, it's not like Myka even needed to admit she changed majors. Colleges don't send report cards to your parents. She could've kept her mouth shut and stayed in school.

Tracy 1000% blamed their dad for Myka's death though. The electrical fire was an accident and no one was to blame, but he locked the door and didn't let Myka sleep inside that night. Therefore it's his fault. Myka was right about him this entire time. He's not just an annoying or strict dad, he's abusive. (Something Myka never said and will later disagree with though her own feelings towards their dad are certainly complicated.) Tracy's grief becomes anger and even hatred and builds until she emancipates herself from her parents and leaves home at 16. She spirals for a while (partying, reckless sex) before pulling herself out and finding some help to deal with her grief. She puts herself through school and becomes a social worker. By 2014, she's married and has two very young kids, one of which I'm 99% certain I named Micah after his aunt that he never got to meet. Tracy periodically takes them to visit Myka's grave, and did I write one of those visits in my multiple drafts? Yes, yes I did.

Making her a social worker both seemed fitting for her arc in this setting and is a helpful connection to ghosts when a certain little 10-12 year old (can't remember the exact age I made Claudia but it might have skewed towards 10) continually gets flagged in foster care because she insists she's talking to her brother's ghost.

On that note, let's jump back to the actual ghost plot. So in this universe, ghosts exist as amorphous blobs that can't be seen or touched by the living. At best, you can talk to them. Claudia can talk easily with Joshua because he's only been dead for a few years and immediately began following his little sister around. He's never been isolated. Other ghosts often are. It can take up to a couple of years for a ghost to become aware of their surroundings and new existence and if their loved ones are no longer in the same place, they might forget about their previous life.

This is what happened to Myka. Her family left the house immediately after the fire. Her room was empty when she regained awareness after her death and so her memories slipped away. After twenty-years of isolation, Myka doesn't remember ever having a physical body and doesn't even remember her name.

But she reads still. She remembers books and has stolen many from whoever was currently living in the house. She stashes them all away in the closet of her old bedroom and when these stashes are found and thrown out/reclaimed, she just starts again. Sometimes she only had one book to read over and over and over again. Other times, she had many. The reports of moved/missing books is what flagged this house as haunted.

Now, I said the living couldn't touch ghosts and that's because ghosts can't really interact with objects. It involves remembering being alive and corporeal well enough to remember what touching something like a doorknob feels like. Most ghosts can't do this without a lot of interaction with living people to jog their memories. Myka being able to touch books (only books but still) is rare and a huge discovery.

Helena finds Myka first. (Well, she finds the open book on the floor with pages moving on their own.) Communication is slow because Myka isn't used to speaking, so Helena has to figure out who this ghost is on her own with some good old fashioned cross-checking property records against obituaries. It's a bit of a gut punch to learn the quiet, book-obsessed ghost is a girl around her age.

(By book-obsessed, I don't mean just reading them. Ghost!Myka is very, very territorial and protective of her books because they're the only things she's owned since she's died.)

Helena and Caturanga's research involves a lot of equipment to try and sense a ghost. They manage to fine-tune a scanner to see the invisible ghost. This is when they learn ghosts are really just blobs and not a full-fledged body like the stories. Though, over the course of their tests, they do see Myka form pseudo-hands to carry and read her books which brings up all kinds of new questions for them to pursue.

I remember Myka never went through walls either. She could pass right through solid objects and would whenever a door was unexpectedly closed on her. But it always pinged her mind as Wrong so she would skirt under doors and around objects to get around the house. She never left the house -- though again, experiments with Helena later prove she can leave. It's a mental block. This is her house, even if she can't remember living there.

Helena works hard to get to know Myka and slowly befriends her as Myka re-learns how to talk to someone. The more she talks, the more Helena asks her questions, the more her memories return. Some of them return easily. The more painful ones, she fights and tries to forget again. She never looks out the kitchen door at the side of the house where the garage once stood. She doesn't want to talk about it.

Eventually, as Myka's learning how to grasp other objects and open doors herself and Helena's getting more and more attached to her (and feeling more and more outraged that Myka died so young), we hit a tipping point where Helena tries to take Myka's hand. Or more accurately, she asks Myka to try and take her hand since she still can't see Myka. The time Myka finally manages to touch her is when she suddenly returns with a physical body, alive once again. Apparently, a living person touching a ghost leads to resurrection.

This is where I got lost down another big rabbit hole. I was absolutely obsessed with Myka's struggles to adapt back to the world of the living. Think about it, right. She's existed without physical sensations for twenty years. Now suddenly, she has a body again. Everything's too loud, too bright, too much. Clothes hurt. Having to use energy to walk, hurts. Food???? A sensory nightmare. And when I was brainstorming this and noodling around with google, I learned about sensory processing disorder and OH MY GOD did that just send me deeper into the rabbit hole. I was so, so distracted by this topic and wanted to spend forever exploring Myka's initial months alive again. Do you understand why I could never find the plot? I was way too lost in the details to find the tent poles of this story.

Once Myka has learned to take care of herself again and has some coping mechanisms in place to help with the constant 'too much' struggle of being alive, her first desire is to return to college. Not see her family. It's been twenty years and that's still too much to tackle. But she'd been desperate to return to college when she died so that's the first thing she wants to do now that she's been resurrected.

This is when Pete and Mrs Frederick come into the picture -- though technically Mrs Frederick has been in play the whole time. Let's start with her. See, I thought a warehouse equivalent organization that was fully aware of ghosts and trying to help them would be handy for this story. But I was convinced at the time that a government funded agency didn't make much sense. Every secret organization in TV shows and movies are always government funded -- but the US government hates funding anything that isn't corporations or the military.

… So why wouldn't the secret organization actually be disguised as a for profit company instead? Insert Mrs Frederick as CEO of a long-running and ever-evolving company that currently brags about being at the cutting edge of smart home devices and appliances. Except the smart home technology serves a secondary purpose of finding new ways to communicate with incorporeal ghosts who are slowly being lost to time. The company (I'm sure I had a name for it but I can't remember it anymore) gains its funding through product sales and government tax cuts/hand outs to pursue its true goal of locating these lost ghosts and reconnecting them back to their loved ones or at least reconnecting them with community. They want to re-socialize them, help them find purpose and meaning. No one knows how to help ghosts move on or if they even should move on, though if ghost decides to try, they certainly don't stop them. They also had never found a way to resurrect a ghost. Some ghosts had asked if it was possible, so the company is researching it. But they're researching in laboratory settings and with Myka's resurrection, it becomes clear that there needs to be a personal connection between the ghost and living person to successfully resurrect them. (Hence, Claudia and Joshua being the second ones to successfully manage a resurrection.)

I'm losing steam and this wasn't super thought out in detailed back in the day anyway -- but Mrs Frederick helps Myka enroll in college in Colorado Springs and her living expenses are all funded by Mrs Frederick's company. Caturanga's research was also being funded by Mrs. Frederick, though Helena wasn't fully aware of how big this operation was until after Myka's resurrection.

Myka meets Pete at college and they become fast friends. Mostly because Pete's too chatty to care about Myka's silences and easy-going enough to roll with her quirks and continued struggles with being alive. At some point, he finds out she had died and been resurrected, but I don't remember if I ever fleshed out that reveal.

I did flesh out the sister reunion. In my head, Tracy would get pulled into the ghost aspect because Claudia is one of her cases. But she wouldn't learn about Myka until Myka decides she's ready to see her. That takes about a year (or even longer) and happens after Myka's started attending college. Tracy is shocked to learn her sister is alive again, obviously, but also happy. Myka is happy to reunite with her too but also feels awkward because Tracy is all grown up with kids and she's still 19 (well now 20). Sometimes, it seemed like their reunion should be the end point. But then there's also still so much story to explore after their reunion too. Their father has died by 2014. Warren died of a heart attack several years earlier. Tracy has no regrets over never reconciling with him. Myka does regret that he died before she came back to life. They have different opinions and feelings about their shared childhood and it creates friction between them. Their mother is still alive though, and I played through Myka reuniting with her too. That's awkward in a different way than reuniting with Tracy. The 20 year time gap still plays a role of course, but mostly it's sits strangely with Myka because her mother keeps telling her how much her father regretted that night and how much he missed her and wished he could apologize. And while Myka doesn't blame him for her death like Tracy does, there's a lot of other hurt she does still blame him for and hearing that he's sorry from Mom instead of getting to talk to him herself -- it doesn't solve anything. It doesn't make anything better.

Not to add it like an after thought, but Sam has died too. He still grew up to join the Secret Service and was still killed on duty. It hits Myka hard when she finds out. She hates that he died too soon too. It's not fair.

And… I think… that's everything I ever came up with for this AU concept? I spent most of my time on Helena and Myka pre-resurrection, Myka immediately after the resurrection, and Tracy always. I had a pretty fleshed out world and a ton of pieces that could count as plot -- but I never had the throughline that turned it into a proper narrative.

If you see the narrative in this mixed soup or if you see something in here that inspires you -- please! By all means, run with it and write your own fic for it! Do not feel like you need to ask my permission, because I guarantee you, I will never turn this into a real story. But it was nice to revisit and maybe you can still get some enjoyment out of what is here. :)

[rhokitten]

As per usual, credit to professorsparklepants who I stole the idea of Fanfic I Won’t Write Friday from.

I saw this Modern Merlin AU gifset and it won't get out of my head. So I may as well write down my thoughts on the idea and maybe it'll go away.

My plotline idea: 

Merlin is (probably) reborn in around the 1990s. He's not entirely sure if he was reborn or if he just slept through the last few centuries. One day in the 2000s/2010s he woke up and had all the memories of his past self as well as his current self. He didn't realize before his past memories returned that what he could do was magic, he'd just thought it was really weird and tried to keep from doing whatever it was.

Merlin is rightly freaked out about waking up centuries after Arthur's death, assuming that something must be coming but whatever it is isn't here yet. He's watching for Arthur but he's assuming that Arthur's return will be very big and showy.

What Merlin doesn't realize is that everyone was reborn, though he's the only one who really has their full past memories. If he'd thought to pay attention he'd realize that the prime minister, one Arthur Pendry Sr., is Uther and his son is Merlin's Arthur. Arthur met Lance, Gwain, Gwen, and the others in college and became friends with them both because they all have weird dreams of being friends as medieval characters as well as because they just get along. Arthur mostly gets along (probably) with his step-sister/adopted sister Morgan (Morgana).

Merlin tries to figure out what happened with magic in between when he was last aware and when he woke up. It seems to him as if the druids took over keeping magic going, keeping it hidden. He gets pulled into a special task force to handle magical police investigations because the task-force leader recognizes that he has magic and because pre-waking up Merlin studied forensics and law enforcement. His partner is just an apprentice mage who Merlin takes charge of teaching magic in between cases. The rest of the police force think they're dating since they can't really explain why they often meet up on weekends/after work.

Merlin runs into Arthur at a coffee shop, accidentally causing him to dump coffee on himself. They bicker but Merlin thinks that while the man looks like Arthur he surely can't be. But Arthur thinks Merlin is cute and familiar in the same way the rest of his friends often are. So he starts following Merlin around, finds out he's a detective, and becomes a nuisance to get Merlin's attention.

Merlin is flustered because he's not really used to that kind of attention. He's confused because he doesn't know why this guy keeps hitting on him when they've barely talked to each other, and when they do talk they spend most of their time arguing. He's anxious because he needs to be prepared for when Arthur returns and can't get distracted by some lookalike. He's worried because what if Arthur doesn't return and this is all some fluke.

Pros of continuing the fic:

Seems like fun. I actually have like half the world building done.

Would be an excuse to get back into forensics.

Cons of continuing the fic:

I've never actually watched Merlin. I'm just a peripheral fandom fan.

What would be the great catastrophe that Arthur is supposed to prevent? Magic being revealed?

I've never figured out how to do good pacing on a police investigation. Could go the route of Sherlock and just hand wave it but that's lazy.

Feels a bit ancient aliens to day "oh yeah, magic is real and nothing has changed from our timeline". I really should do more to flesh out how magic has at least created an invisible society kept secret from modern society and under threat by modern technology.

[lettalady]

For the fic writer ask game! 😊

🔮, 🚀, 🍬, 💕, and 💛

[ Fanfic Writer Ask Game ]

ooooh sorry darling I didn't see this ask last night! I'll take a stab at it today!

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

Oh I'm so very probably not the person to ask this.... Nobody look at the pile of WIPs sitting in the corner booth casting accusatory looks my direction as I play with a new cast of characters. Ooooh. But maybe being willing to play with new WIPs and concepts and characters is the way to battle back against a blockage? (I've also taken to muttering: holy shit two cakes.)

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

I tend towards a mixture of both, at least when I've gotten something that's gripped me in a way that pulls me towards something more than a blurb or (ahem, extended) oneshot. Usually the case is that I'll have these moments of dialogue or plot points that establish the arc, and I'll scribble those down in a doc or notebook just to see if sleeping on it will change the sequencing. From there I tend to let the characters take the wheel and see if they'll cooperate or venture off on a plot of their making. (... this is not necessarily a path to being sane/ method I would recommend if you need structure and for the characters to follow it exactly as you maneuver towards the middle and end, but it's fun all the same.)

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

I live in fear of the form of media I consume that pulls characters from the screen or page and they set up camp in my head. That being said, it's so much fun to greet new characters and figure out what story I want to tell from them/that particular fandom. Currently still have running ... we'll call them major WIPs... in the following fandoms: Tom Hiddleston (including characters/ AU versions of the actor), Chris Evans (including characters/ AU versions of the actor), Daniel Brühl (including characters/ AU versions of the actor, two of which haven't been posted yet). *I do play in other fandoms with little blurbs but haven't been sucked into creating full stories... yet*

Fav TWH fic is a tough one cause I adore the various works for different reasons. I'm in an angsty mood today so let's go with Unsettled. Fav CRE fic is A Turn of the Knife, cause Ransom is a menace. Fav posted DB fic is LJH... The Baron & The Dove? No... wait... Who We Were Before. Cause reasons.

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I could sooner pluck a star from the heavens than point at any single one and say that one above all others. There's too much of me in each of them.

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

Forever and always learning, but I think thus far it's: enjoy the journey. Do the research, make the gifsets, compile the photos and songs that inspire words or just remind you of the characters. It's not time wasted because it brings you joy.

oh oh oh, also: don't trust your brain to remember. WRITE IT DOWN

[ honorary mention to: don't delete, just move the idea to *unused, as of yet* and move on ]

[beacon-hills]

STEREK ALTERED CARBON AU

In Beacon City, WERES have had unofficial control for the past half a century, looking after its residents where the corrupt police force failed. However after the new election of Police Chief Stilinski, things begin to change for the better, but tension rises between officers and WERES. Stilinski’s son Stiles is tasked with reviving joint task forces between detectives and WERES, but Derek Hale, local Alpha, is reluctant. That is until another Alpha shows up with unprecedented control of his pack. Stiles and Derek have to work together to save the city and those they care about.

[rhysiana]

Here we go: NiF Jingsu dreamsharing AU, because it's been haunting me for months. (Gifset that sparked my initial thoughts for reference/visuals, if you want them: https://rhysiana.tumblr.com/post/655545822279352320/hardwareabstractionlayer-jingsu-wuxia-au)

~~~

When Jingyan returns from Donghai, he learns many things, not all of them as fast as he should have. Eventually, the thing he learns most is to keep his thoughts to himself and not appear to care about anyone too much. (He’s not particularly good at either.)

It’s lonely and isolating and he barely ever gets to see his mother after he’s essentially banished from the capital. Others find him icy and rigid, difficult to like, a stark contrast to his sunshine youth by Lin Shu’s side. (He isn’t allowed to mourn Lin Shu.)

He is fairly certain these things could break him—that they are in fact intended to—if he didn’t also have the dreams.

In his dreams, Lin Shu is not dead. He is hale and healthy and as teasing as ever, and they have leisurely adventures through the jianghu like they always said they would, whispering to each other late at night.

The first dream was not happy. The first dream happened when he was still on a ship, and was full of fire and blood and endless falling, until he woke up clutching Lin Shu’s pearl like a lifeline.

The other dreams didn’t start until weeks later, just before he got back to the capital. He would have thought the first one just an unconnected nightmare if not for the troubled way his mother ran a finger over the line of cliffs at the northern border on her map.

She didn’t tell him they were just dreams. She didn’t prescribe him tea or incense. She asked him for every detail he could remember, and then sat patting his hand absently for a while.

“You must tell no one else about these dreams,” she advised, and the frightened hush of her small, ill-favored palace only served to drive the point home. “What do you think they mean?” he pressed, quietly desperate. “His spirit is with you… wherever he is.”

In the months and years that followed, he takes a great deal of comfort from the ambiguity of that answer.

*

He is sent to the border, young and inexperienced, with men who were never part of Prince Qi’s household, who never trained with General Lin.

~

In his dreams, he and Lin Shu ride on dusty tracks along the plains. Lin Shu complains of the heat, and teases Jingyan for his thirst.

~

He studies maps and strategies seriously, terrified he will make a mistake, terrified the men in his charge will suffer if he attracts the emperor’s notice again.

~

Lin Shu laughs at him from across a small table at an inn, leans in to refill his wine cup. Their fingers brush.

~

He trains with his men assiduously, rising early but sleeping well. (He has never been so eager to sleep.)

~

They are at a beautiful brothel. Lin Shu is winning a poetry competition against a man all in white. He looks annoyed but eventually concedes, toasting them.

~

Days spent on campaign are long and slow, unless they become fraught and dangerous. There is more paperwork than Jingyan expected.

~

“Look!” Lin Shu points to the sky. “A messenger pigeon. I wonder what Lin Chen wants now?” They head out on another adventure.

~

His father calls him back to the capital. He has done too well to be ignored; he is awarded a concubine. Her ill health is likely an insult; he is privately relieved.

~

It is raining; they are stuck at an inn. Lin Shu catches his hand, brings it to his lips. They pass the time.

~

As quietly as he can, he asks questions of anyone who had a friend or relative in the Chiyan Army, trying to piece together a picture of the truth.

~

Lin Shu studies his face in the mirror.

“Why the sudden interest in disguise?” Jingyan asks.

“Because I can’t exist anymore.”

~

A rare holiday visit with his mother. Furtively, he asks about memorial tablets. She shakes her head sharply.

~

“But surely you don’t have to be dead here!” he argues.

“Especially here.” Lin Shu’s new face flickers in and out. “You must believe it in your heart.”

~

A new year, a new campaign to serve the emperor as far from the capital as he can be sent.

~

He sits with Mei Changsu in a teahouse.

“Rumors,” Mei Changsu murmurs. “Gossip. We need to get better at listening.”

“Isn’t it dishonorable?”

“Knowledge is power. We must learn to anticipate.”

~

He is sent to mediate a border dispute. He knows he is only sent because the court believes he will need to suppress a rebellion.

~

Lin Chen sends a pigeon with coded information about both leaders. Mei Changsu advises him on how to use it.

~

The dispute ends peacefully.

~

His reputation for being firm but fair grows. He harbors his words and people call him forthright. His men tell everyone he suffers no fools.

~

Mei Changsu never lies, but he is becoming a master of implication. Jingyan would disapprove if he weren’t so busy admiring his skill.

~

Jingyan’s men are incredibly loyal to him now. It’s probably good they are kept so far from the capital (and the emperor).

~

Mei Changsu is forming a jianghu alliance. He learns what is most important to each of his people and finds a way to get it. A flying boy attends him.

~

Rumors say the battle between the princes is heating up. They seek a strategist. Jingyan makes note of the rumors and does not give an opinion.

~

“Mei Changsu is invited to the capital. When you see me there, you must not know me.”

“Wait, what?”

~

Jingyan wakes up.

*

Frustratingly, he barely dreams on the way back to the capital. He barely sleeps. The summons to report to the emperor on the changing of the guard he was overseeing commands his presence in three days, so he will only be timely if all goes smoothly.

He’s never been able to decide if these commands are due to advisors in the court having no real idea of distances, or if one of his brothers is specifically trying to make him look bad for their own gain. They needn’t have bothered.

He wonders if it’s an omen that the first person he meets outside the gates is Mu Nihuang. “Are you off somewhere?” he asks, surprised—even he has heard of the tournament for her hand. (He imagines her feelings on that are as conflicted as his own.)

“No, I’m just here to see Dong-jie off. She’s been assigned a case.”

“Another conspiracy?” It slips out more caustically than he intended. He must be more tired than he thought.

Xia Dong frowns at him, sour, before appearing to pretend he’s not there.

The Mei Changsu that lives in the back of his head sighs and Jingyan grimaces back internally. Men who only live in dreams have more room to be forgiving, he thinks. In any case, there’s nothing to be done about it now. At least she’s on her way out of town.

He squares his shoulders and continues toward the gate. He has a report to make. On time.

They’re left standing outside for two hours, of course. Posture resolutely straight under the weight of his armor, his mind wanders, turning over Mei Changsu’s last dream statement obsessively.

Even an imaginary, disguised version of Lin Shu would know better than to come back to the capital, surely? What does it mean? It’s almost a relief when the emperor finally calls him in, despite having to deal with his brothers’ petty sniping over his appearance.

He delivers his report, remains calm, and doesn’t roll his eyes, so all in all he considers it a successful interaction. He wonders how soon he can get his men settled so he can seek his own bed.

~

Perplexingly, Mei Changsu appears that night not in one of their familiar jianghu settings, but in a house with walls that sparkle like snow and ominous shadows pulsing in from the corners. Mei Changsu ignores these things, simply inviting Jingyan into the courtyard to spar in the moonlight.

~

Jingyan is entirely unprepared when he runs into them in one of the palace walkways. He’d just finished delivering some reports and intended to check on Tingsheng quickly when he hears the yelling and the crack of Nihuang’s whip.

There is a man in scholar’s robes kneeling with Tingsheng when Jingyan arrives. It feels strangely disorienting to look at him; then he looks up and it’s all Jingyan can do not to stagger.

“Who is this?” he asks, knowing he must sound unnaturally stiff, especially to Nihuang, but she also seems distracted and off-kilter as she introduces “Su Zhe.”

The man bows politely, face giving nothing away as he promises to find a way to bring Tingsheng out of the palace.

Jingyan both does and doesn’t remember the rest of the conversation, small details shining with vivid clarity while the words swirl away from him. The slight quirk of his lips, the clench of his fingers in his sleeves, the line of his nose.

He both is the Mei Changsu of Jingyan’s dreams and isn’t. The scholar’s robes have appeared in the dreams, in teahouses and inns, but the frailness of the body they cover is shocking. His face is dearly familiar, but this is not a man with whom he could spar under the moon.

His thoughts circle unproductively for days, and his dreams remain mundane, forgettable, dissipating like smoke as soon as he wakes each morning. Gossip confirms he is Mei Changsu of the Jiangzuo Alliance, but also that he famously knows no martial arts. What is the truth?

When Nihuang and Mei Changsu conspire to get Tingsheng out of the palace for the fight with Baili Qi, he can stand it no longer and goes to… confront him? Demand the truth? Learn whether he is losing his mind? He’s not really sure, but he has to do something.

His breath catches when Xie Bi leads him to Snow Cottage, the glittering walls of the dream suddenly given context. The boys are practicing in the courtyard, and he tries to concentrate on their technique. He is genuinely concerned about both Nihuang and Tingsheng, after all.

Still, he is glad when Mei Changsu tells Fei Liu to take them off to play. (The flying boy is apparently also real.) Mei Changsu gestures him inside gracefully. Jingyan watches him with concern; Lin Shu was never so measured in his movements.

He forces himself not to take Mei Changsu’s hand or offer his arm in concern. They are strangers. Nothing about Mei Changsu’s carriage invites familiarity: he is controlled, self-contained, aloof. (Words Jingyan has heard applied to himself in the past decade.)

They settle at a table next to an unnecessary brazier. Mei Changsu pours tea and presents the cup to him; he reaches for it out of politeness and their fingers brush. He gasps and looks up before he can help it. Mei Changsu is staring back at him, frozen with the cup held between them.

“Are you…” Jingyan has to clear his throat to continue. “Are you real?”

“Yes,” Mei Changsu answers gravely.

Jingyan sets the cup aside and grips Mei Changsu’s hand as firmly as he dares. The fingers are longer, thinner, less callused than he expects, but he doesn’t want to let go.

“Do you also dream of the jianghu?” he ventures.

“I am from the jianghu,” Mei Changsu temporizes, agonizingly.

Jingyan throws caution to the wind and lets his desperation show. “Do you dream of me?”

Mei Changsu’s hand tightens on his. “It is all that has kept me sane.”

“Xiao-Shu,” Jingyan breathes, and is around the table in an instant, gathering Mei Changsu to him in a firm embrace. For a moment, he worries he is mistaken after all, but then Mei Changsu’s arms come up around him too and he feels a shuddering exhale against the side of his neck.

Eventually, they separate to sit properly at the table again, though Jingyan does not let go of Mei Changsu’s hand, still needing that grounding reality. “What happened to you?” Jingyan asks, and then flinches away from the memory of fire and falling. “I think I may know a little…”

Mei Changsu’s fingers tighten in his again, this time more purposefully. “There is much I need to tell you, but not enough time today.”

Jingyan draws a breath, steadies himself at the implication they will have time later. “Why did you come back here? You were safe.”

At this, Mei Changsu’s eyes flare, and Jingyan suddenly sees Lin Shu in a face that is otherwise completely changed. “For the future of Da Liang.”

Jingyan frowns. That can’t be right. “You’re going to advise one of the princes?”

Mei Changsu’s gaze pins him. “I’m going to advise you.”

Jingyan wants to laugh, but he’s sure it would come out hysterical. “Xiao—” He cuts himself off and starts over. “Sir Su, I’m not sure you understand how out of favor I am.”

Mei Changsu quirks half a smile at him. “I understand.” But then, more seriously, “Prince Jing, do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Then please believe me when I tell you I have a plan.”

This too is like the Lin Shu of old. “Tell me what I must do,” Jingyan says, and it almost feels like resting.

~~~

(This line is where this naturally wanted to end, but please know I have a lot of thoughts about how MCS is still able to fight in dreams, a how much Jingyan conspires to care for him in the waking world once they have the tunnel established.

I just really wanted to think about what would happen if MCS started dreamsharing to cope with pain, and that accidentally eliminated his ability to hide his identity from Jingyan.)

Now also on AO3: Fragments of a Life Lived in Dreams

[magpie-to-the-morning]

Insatiable - Prequel

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales

Word count: 1k

Chapter Tags: Wolf shifter AU, Angst, blood, allusions to self-harm, hurt/comfort

Author’s Note: Sorry to leave you hanging with the main story, but I couldn’t get this prequel scene out of my mind! This takes place during the events of Triple Frontier, the night before the meeting to discuss the money. Inspired by this gifset and me wondering when Frankie shaved.

Thank you to @acrossthesestars for being my amazing beta reader, cheerleader, and friend 🖤

Moodboard by @acrossthesestars

The heavy door swings shut with a metallic hiss, its lock engaging with a finite click. Two double beds, bland watercolors, an aged air conditioner on full blast. The door to the en suite bathroom is propped open, the formica counter across from it boasting a tiny coffee-maker, plastic wrapped cups, and a stack of fluffy, slightly off-white towels beside an additional sink.

After days spent fighting just to survive, scaling mountains, wading rivers, fighting and bleeding and taking hit after hit after hit, the comfort and safety of the modest hotel room feels excessive. Unearned.

At least, that’s what Pope thinks as he drops his travel-stained duffel, letting it fall to the thin beige carpet with a dull thud. Grasping for normalcy, he turns to his partner, the ghost of a smile on his exhausted face. It doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Flip you for the first shower.”

The familiar words, usually met with affectionate bickering about who smells worse or, more often when they have this kind of privacy, the two of them showering together, ring hollow this time. Fish, his eyes haunted and dull, only shakes his head as he trudges to the bathroom, alone.

Santiago can hear him undressing through the closed door. It’s slow at first. Hushed. The wet smack of waterlogged clothing hitting linoleum. The clink of a belt buckle. One boot tossed to the floor, the other flung there. A flurry of muffled thumps, each louder than the last - the unmistakable sound of knuckles striking tile. A cracked sob.

“Fuck,” Santi winces. He leans his head against the door and knocks. Frankie doesn’t answer.

“Come on, man.” He tries the door, but it’s locked from the other side. It’s the last straw for nerves already stretched past breaking, and Santi slams a hand against the cheap particle-board door, making it rattle on its flimsy hinges. He raises his voice to carry over the shower’s spray and Frankie’s attempts to shut him out.

“Fish, talk to me! I know that job was - what did you call it? A serious fuck-up? You were right, okay? I know everything’s fucked, I just - “ His voice cracks, just a little. “I just need to know you’re okay.”

There’s a long silence, long enough for Santi to seriously consider busting down the door because like hell is he losing anyone else on this godforsaken trip, least of all his mate. Frankie can hate him as much as he needs to, Christ knows he deserves it for dragging them all into this, but if he’s hurt himself -

I’m fine.

Frankie’s answer, when it comes through their mental bond, is terse, and obviously bullshit, but it still nearly takes Santi’s knees out from under him, relief slamming into him like the waves on that damn beach.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Worry still tears at Santi but he leaves it at that. He strips off his own clothing, still drenched in seawater and blood and failure, piling it in a sodden heap. Finding hand towels and a neatly-wrapped cake of soap smelling faintly of lavender, he scrubs days worth of grime from his body. Even washing off in front of a sink feels indulgent after the hell he’s dragged his pack through. He stares at the gray suds swirling down the drain every time he wrings out the towel, watching it grow darker and grimier with every pass over his bruised and battered skin.

Every memory is like a blow: Ironhead’s grunt of pain after being shot. The wailing of the helicopter’s alarms as it crashed. Fish's worry and fear and flat-out panic. Blood on granite, sand, the sea. It’s too much, and all his fault…

Just as adrenaline begins to claw at him, the bathroom door opens. Frankie emerges, cleaner now, water still dripping from his dark hair, seal-slick against his skull. The haunted look has receded from his eyes, leaving him looking as exhausted and hollowed out as Santi feels. Santi doesn’t miss the blood welling along his still-clenched knuckles.

“Hey,” he ventures. “Feeling any better?”

Frankie only shrugs. Santi takes him by the shoulder and steers him to the foot of the bed.

“My contact is going to stop by in a few hours to pick up the money. She said she’d bring some clothes, first aid shit, some real food.” As he talks, he uses the last clean towel to dab at Frankie’s split knuckles, careful not to scrub too roughly against raw, tender skin. “You want anything else?”

Frankie shakes his head. They both know the only things they want are out of reach, even with the remaining money they had fought and sacrificed for. Because of that money.

“You heard from the Millers?” They’re the first words Frankie has spoken in hours, his voice as hoarse as if it had been days.

“Not yet, but they’re across the hall if you want to check in.”

“Maybe later.” Frankie’s shoulders are hunched, his eyes downcast. He scratches absently at his jawline, his salt and pepper whiskers longer than he usually prefers. Catching his hand, Santi gives it a quick, steadying squeeze.

“I think I still have a razor around here somewhere.”

“Would you - “ Frankie finally meets his mate’s eyes and the hurt there nearly splits Santi’s chest open. He swallows, unable to finish, but Santi nods, his own throat aching.

“Of course.”

-

Santi has to get a little creative - a warm washcloth rather than a hot towel, hotel conditioner instead of shaving cream, but none of that matters. What matters is the sight of Frankie’s tight shoulders easing as Santi sweeps the razor over his cheek, fingers steady beneath the other man’s jaw.

“I’ve been thinking - after we get all the paperwork sorted, what do you think about getting away for a few days? Just the two of us?”

Frankie looks up at him, interest and skepticism that cuts Santi to the quick warring in his brown eyes. “What did you have in mind?”

“Just a vacation, I promise,” Santi says, raising his hands in a jokingly defensive way that falls entirely flat. He blows out a breath and tries again.

“We’re due some leave, especially after this shitshow. I was thinking maybe Ponta Preta?” He swishes the razor in a nearby cup before turning Frankie’s jaw to reach another angle.

“I don’t know, man.”

“No surfing, got it. Rio?”

Frankie shifts nervously and mutters “Too many tourists.”

Santi sighs, defeated. “Yeah, maybe we should just head…back to base.” He’d been about to say “home” but the shifter barracks on the base, spartan and secret as they are, are the closest the two of them get.

He makes a final pass of his razor, checking his work before setting it aside. “All set.” He squeezes Frankie’s shoulders and is about to pull away when the other man catches his hand.

“What about… Costa Rica?”

Part One

[lavienjin]

thinly veiled desires: begged | jjk

gif header by the lovely sugajimin and this gifset! thanks for letting me use it!

pairing: sub!jungkook x gnc, soft dom!reader

word count: 800

rating: 18+ with themes of bdsm and dom/sub relationship. please don't read if you're uncomfortable.

genre/au: idol, bdsm au

warnings: pwp • blindfolded • swearing • fingering (anal) • handjob • aftercare • pet names • jungkook being needy because i can't stop myself

author's note: this drabble series is finally done! thank you for all the support so far and i hope you enjoyed reading through it! huge thank you again to sugajimin for letting me use their wonderful gifs as headers! please make sure you check them out!! oh and feel free to let me know your thoughts about this fic or the series as a whole.

series m.list | general m.list | ao3

immediate smut after the read more!

It's been a long fucking work week filled with photoshoots and promotions and all Jungkook wants is to lay in the comfort of your arms while you twist and bend his limber body in various positions to satisfy his desires.

He's quick to disrobe as soon as he enters your shared space, cock already hardening as he wonders what you have planned for him that day. Just as he's putting his clothes in the wardrobe, there's a note and a scrap of black fabric that catches his eye.

"Wear this and kneel," it reads simply in your neat handwriting.

Gulping, Jungkook does as he's told, knees sinking into the plush carpet as he steadies his breathing. After a few moments, the door to the room clicks open and he snaps his head at the mention of his name.

"Baby," you coo, stroking his hair gently before kneeling behind him, deft fingers checking to make sure the blindfold is secured. "You performed so well in front of that crowd. Is it finally my turn to hear you sing?"

"Y-Yes," he mutters, breath hitching when your fingers travel south to wrap around his hardened length. "Fuck!"

You glide your palm up and down his cock, humming as he writhes, coaxing him with sweet words against his ear to be louder. Jungkook obliges your request, head snapping upwards when you focus on the tip, thumb dragging gently across the slit to smear precum all over the head.

"Mmh, feels good, more," he chants while his fingernails dig into his thighs.

Jungkook whines pathetically when your warmth disappears, head whipped to your general direction as he pouts. He hears you chuckle, further away than he originally thought you'd be. "On your hands and knees for me, Kook. You've had a tough week, so let's relax, yeah?"

There's a quiet thrum of anticipation as he waits, listening to the various noises in the room until he catches the soft padding of your feet on the carpet. His mouth opens to ask you a question, but the only sound that comes out is a whimper when your warm fingers press delicately on his asshole. Goosebumps dot his skin. The muscles of his back flex as he pushes his ass backwards, grinding into your fingers impatiently.

"Kook," you warn though your voice is gentle. "Be patient."

"C-Can't… need it," he moans. "Need it so bad."

You click your tongue in disapproval, but obliged his request, plunging your digits in knuckle-deep. Jungkook's arms burn from holding himself up, trying not to crash onto the floor as you begin to thrust, gaining speed as his moans increase in pitch and volume.

"Fuck, please! More!" he grunts, sweat flooding the fabric of his blindfold. "Don't stop, shit—"

Jungkook almost bites his tongue when your empty hand wraps around his cock, working in tandem with the fingers in his ass. His vision is spotty, your name barely coming out in full syllables as his tongue magically turns into lead.

"P-Please…" he begs, though he isn't sure what for, brain too mushy to parse through words to form coherent sentences. Jungkook's muscles groan in protest and with every stroke of your hand, he's quick to approach his release, arms finally succumbing to exhaustion as he crashes on the floor.

"Fuuuck, I'm cumming-"

"Cum for me, baby," you encourage. "Make an absolute fucking mess for me."

Jungkook groans loudly into the carpet as the orgasm threatens to tear him in half, muscles locking tightly as the waves continue to collide into him as his cock paints the floor and your hand white. Gasping for air, he's scarcely aware of your fingers exiting him; at the sound of footsteps fading and water running, before he feels a cool, damp cloth on his skin.

His head is lifted to your lap, a quiet laughter filling his ears as you take off the blindfold. The room is dim and he's barely able to see your face, but he smiles anyway, dimples on his cheeks as he nuzzles close.

"Kiss," he whispers.

You find his lips immediately.

"More."

Chuckling, you kiss him as many times as he wants as your warm hand travels to rub soothing circles all over his body.

"Let's get you on the bed, hm?"

With effort, you help him lie on the soft mattress and hand him a glass of water to quench the thirst. "Good boy, Kook," you praise, settling in beside him to run your fingers through his hair. "Did it feel good?"

"Mmh," he hums, nodding approvingly as his mind stalls with exhaustion before he drifts into sleep.

It's been a long fucking week for Jungkook, but he knows that if he pleads with you hard enough, all the hardships he's endured will disappear with a flick of your hand.

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