#postseries

[deadlyviperquill]

The White In The Dark

Here is a Breaking Bad One Shot that myself and my writing partner Makarov cooked up, which we had both wanted to do as a part of testing our collaborative partnership, before we got working on our upcoming Code Geass Fanfiction project Liar's Dice that we will be working on together. The one-shot focuses on Walter Jr/Flynn after the conclusion of the series, as we were both very interested in exploring how Walt's son life would look like after the events of the series, partly based on the interview Vince Gillgan did on them. www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIWR9J… About how the money Walt left them was a stop gap, not fulfil them etc., showing what we thought was the overall legacy to the man that did so much and a legacy that will be associated with them forever. Along with how we think society and stuff would respond to the damage, the vacuum and other stuff Heisenberg brought through the series. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did creating it, which has cemented our relationship and friendship that has forged since we first chatted about my ff project.

#breaking bad #flynn white #skyler white #holly white #postseries #post canon #pov #first person pov #book #war on drugs #mental health #cartel #drugs #legacy #heisenberg #uncle hank #dad #DEA #us govt #fanfiction

[nilesandcc]

i will never know peace

#everything about this is perfect #eeeeeeeeee #j smith cameron #kieran culkin #jsc #romangerri at the recny postseries #sag awards

[doubledareya]

wait question:

#pls put in tags like episode/scene #also ‘go canon’ is up to interpretation #for me it would have to be late late seasons like 13-15 or even postseries #theres no way s5 destiel would happen at least not to me… #spn #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #jane says

[deancasforcutie]

in 11.23 the BMOL conspiracy wall says "Cassiel," confirming that references to him under that version of his name exist in-universe. obsessed with the implications of this

do you think Dean ever made him watch Wings of Desire (1987) during their movie nights, ribbing him for thoughts on its "accuracy" to some affectionate eyerolls in response and going quiet when it depicts said angel falling for a human (whether he knew that going in or not)

maybe when the lights next come on in that bunker, the new generation of hunters with all the MOL's knowledge of angels at their disposal will wonder why the name of one is lovingly carved among the place's other undying signs of life

or in a certain alternate world, the would-be parents inheriting that mystery man's journal will learn enough to recontextualize the fondness he couldn't quite omit when that name appeared and wonder which family -whose happiness- he was really searching for, and how their example might have helped him find it

#this is the closest I'll ever get to writing fic HELP #anyway that's the postseries mood going forward! indomitable love in defiance of imposed false tragedy!!! #and that is my headcanon/speculation about Dean's journal BTW - it builds up as much of a front as he does in-person AND FAILS #the winchesters #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #spn headcanon #11.23 #mine

[sollucets]

could you maybe write something where akk calls aye his home?

i absolutely can do that, nonny, thank u for asking! have a little bit (1.5k. of course.) of long-distance akkaye :') loosely related to the last prompt but fine to read without it

💜

“Akk, are you sleeping?” 

Aye’s voice is tinny, the noises of a subway station behind him just the right side of too-loud through Akk’s phone speakers to catch his slow-moving attention. His headphones must have slipped out; he doesn’t remember it happening. 

“No,” he answers, like a liar, and pushes himself upright on his dorm bed with some effort.

He’d given up on holding his head up to look at the screen part way through Aye talking about one of the other international students he works with and her hopeless crush on a Thai grad student senior of theirs that Aye is 100% sure is taken, and all of the accompanying drama. “You think P’Win has a partner already.” 

“That’s the last thing you heard?” Aye asks, pouting a little on the tiny screen under his big blue scarf. His cheeks are pink. It’s really, really cute. Someone passes behind him; Akk thinks he hears the edges of a robotic voice making an announcement. “I don’t just think so, I know so, and I was telling you all the evidence.”

“Do you have a conspiracy board for this too, or am I still special?”

Aye says something extremely inappropriate for a public place in response, but he says it in Thai, so he’s probably safe. Akk still opens his mouth to scold him on principle, but he’s caught by a yawn before he can say anything, jaw cracking unpleasantly. 

Aye’s expression melts from put-upon irritation to fondness so quickly it’s impressive. “You don’t have to stay up so late for me,” he says. “Don’t you have class in the morning? At nine, right?” 

“Don’t remind me,” grumbles Akk with a sigh, but he swings his legs over the side of the bed, picks up his phone sans headphones, and heads into the bathroom barefoot. “It’s not really so late. And besides, you’d pout if I went to bed without calling. It’s our day.”

Their day, Thursday specifically, had been the day that worked best with both their busy schedules and the six-hour time difference for most of the first semester of their time apart. They’ve missed only once, during Akk’s midterms, and Aye had texted no less than thirty times that day, all test-taking memes and supportive emojis. Now, though, Aye’s classes combined with his new work in his university's tutoring center run into the London evening; it’s midnight in Chiang Mai. 

Aye says something in response, but whatever it is is drowned out by the noise of a rush of people behind him, all probably getting off of a train. 

“What?” asks Akk, propping his phone against the bathroom mirror and grabbing his toothbrush. 

“If it’s really not that late, then why are you falling asleep while I’m talking, hm? Am I so boring to you?” 

Akk rolls his eyes, squeezing out a little toothpaste, and says, “Maybe I just didn’t want to hear you go on and on about P’Win anymore, hm?” 

As expected, Aye zeroes in on that immediately. “Aww, is my baby jealous?”

Akk sticks his toothbrush in his mouth to avoid answering and weathers the ensuing and expected storm of teasing very bravely, if he does say so himself. He lets the ease of falling into a familiar dynamic soothe the very slight sting, and he listens patiently without showing even a hint of a smile on his face at how pleased Aye looks to have ‘won’ that admission. 

“And he’s almost as handsome as me,” Aye is saying, in his most annoying tone of voice, when suddenly he seems to stutter for a moment, his expression freezing in place on his face. It’s odd enough that Akk makes a questioning noise through his mouthful of toothpaste. 

“Akk…” Aye starts. He looks conflicted now, mouth turning down even as he speaks. “You’re not — really, though, right?”

Akk blinks. Then spits. Then says, “No,” even though it’s not 100% true.

His face must show it, because Aye’s frown droops even further and he says, clearly enunciated, “It’s not like that. You know I’m just—”

“Teasing,” Akk interrupts, having mercy on him. “I know. Aye, no, you’re fine. I don’t actually think you’re serious, or you wouldn't have spent the last half hour explaining why P’Win is absolutely definitely taken anyway.” And you wouldn’t usually worry that I did, Akk thinks, so why?

Usually, if he thinks he’s gone too far, Aye just drapes himself over Akk like a particularly affectionate cat, no matter what he’s doing. He kisses his way back to forgiveness, he brings Akk dinner or looks over his homework or buys him stupid, cute little charms to put on his phone keychain, and Akk always lets him even and especially if he isn’t actually mad, and — he can’t do any of that, six hours and half the world away. Oh. This is that communication thing they’re supposed to be better at by now. 

Aye is still staring at him with giant, horrible pleading eyes, because he doesn’t believe him, and he shouldn’t because Akk is still sort of lying. 

Akk sighs. “I’m jealous of anyone who gets to see you all the time.” He can’t keep looking at Aye, his gaze drifting towards the edge of the bathroom counter. “Just a little. That’s all it is. I’m— glad you have Thai friends, actually. You seemed a bit homesick lately. I think it’s cheering you up.” 

It’s silent for a little too long, and Akk finally looks up to make sure nothing’s happened to the connection and finds Aye with one hand over his mouth, eyes still huge but soft around the edges now. 

“What,” he mumbles. 

“My boyfriend is the sweetest,” Aye says, as he’d feared he would, all earnest and sincere and completely without the teasing edge, which makes it worse. 

Akk jerks his head away again, in a motion he couldn’t control if he wanted to. He puts his toothbrush into the cup with more force than is strictly necessary. “It’s just the truth, isn’t it?” 

“Phi reheated omelets on his break the other day and I thought I was gonna cry for a minute,” Aye tells him, laughing an embarrassed little laugh. “They’re not right here. They’re all undercooked and flavorless.”

“Did you get to have any?” asks Akk, imagining Aye looking (up, statistically) at this mysterious P’Win with his awful begging eyes.

“I wouldn't steal my senior’s lunch.”

Akk can’t help the little satisfied twitch of his mouth at that scandalized tone. Aye steals Akk’s lunch all the time. “Too bad. I get it a little, though. I really miss the way my mom prepares things.” 

Chiang Mai is easily 14 hours of travel from his house, more if you count having to switch trains, and he’s only been back once. He dutifully calls his parents every Sunday, but they don’t really have good enough reception there for regular video calls. 

Aye makes a sympathetic noise, then glances at something up and to the right of the camera. He frowns. “Baby, I have to go soon.” 

“‘Kay,” answers Akk, raising a hand to cover a sudden yawn. 

“Don’t worry about me too much,” Aye says, smiling at the screen all little and v-shaped. “I’m okay. I’ll go to a market and get my own ingredients and make my own omelet, and I’ll text you all the time, and I’ll call my mom twice so she can pretend I’m her favorite over you. Don’t you get too homesick either, okay?”

“Even if—“ Akk starts, hesitates, then forges on. He can say these things; he’s worked to say these things. “Even if I visit,” he tells Aye’s tiny, beloved face, miles and miles away and here in his dorm bathroom, “I’ll still be homesick until you come back. You’re my home.” 

Aye stares at him, mouth open for a minute, then demands, “Pick up your phone.”

“What?”

“Just do it. Pick up your phone.”

Slowly and distrustfully, Akk takes his phone off the counter and holds it closer to his face. “Wha—“

Aye’s screen moves suddenly closer and then goes dark, the sound weird and muffled. “Hug me,” he says, just barely audible. 

Akk laughs a little, breathless and pointlessly fond. What must it look like, to those people in the subway station? Alone in his own room, though, he doesn’t hesitate to pull his phone to his chest, right over his heart. 

After a moment, though, he gives in to the temptation to peek and finds the screen still dark. “Aye.”

The station blurs into view again behind an Aye who looks notably pinker than before, a rush of people just like the last one passing behind again. “You’re so — I love you so much,” Aye tells him, sounding helpless, “and I miss you. It’s stupid that term break is still so far away.”

“Aye,” says Akk again, unable to stop grinning if he’d actively tried. “Don’t be late for your train.”

“They’re always late for me,” grumbles Aye, but he sighs and says, “Go to bed, okay? I’ll talk to you later.”

“Love you too,” Akk tells him, just before hanging up so he doesn’t have to deal with whatever new heart-squeezing thing Aye’s face is going to do at that. 

Just before he actually gets into bed, quiet in the sudden silence of his empty dorm, his phone lights up with a text: "❤️❤️❤️❤️"

And far away, in a subway car in England, Aye barely represses a little noise of delight to receive “❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️” in return. 

#akkayan #the eclipse #my fic tag #arbitrary milestone prompts #yes by the way that *is* absolutely between us win #who goes on exchange to the uk postseries also #(or at least. kirano has written so many fics abt it i assume it's novel canon and won't be told otherwise) #i couldn't resist #aye and win would be such a combination though can u imagine #also i did engage in a little light making fun of england here as is my right but thai omelets actually are like. cooked a Lot more #like they use a whole ton of oil it's almost pancake-like #(and! im aware it's called 'the tube' there but i'm not writing that in the internal narration of a non-english-speaker ok) #also. i gave aye my old job in this one haha. i worked in my college's tutoring center all 4 years i was there #ok. i'm stopping now enjoy these embarrassing boys

[toestalucia]

ive been meaning to get more into this in a more akira-overall post for soooo long but as fun as the 'akira forgets' concepts r (specially mirroring how they started to forget the prior sages name & face So fast) i,,,,within those kinda post-series concept, its more important to me that akira Does actively rmbr. 1) rpwise its just more fun for me tbh! 2) the love akiras been shown is veeeeerryyy important to me, and while that stuff wont Stop? just cuz they forget i like it more when theyre more actively aware of Why theyre more...Actively engaging with others/life/etc

#stardust speaking ! #while akiras largely the same pre & post series (⚠️within this concept⚠️) #i think postseries akira feels more......Alive? #not to say they wouldnt be sad over the things theyve lost #but its like when u come across media that completely changes ur view of life #and while i Do think akiras a literature liker #i think. the experiences theyve had. as well as the love theyve been shown. the weight of words. building trust. #whatever the fk i have to go thro in pt2 #im repeating myself but while its not a Massive 180 Change. akira def has a different kinda feeling to them after all of it #i dont have akira on mobile n i dont wanna login<3anyway sleep time so i can wake up Early for the Gbf News

[cosmosees]

poor pronoun only 15 days old

#madarts #gamesoft tome #its less of an au and more of a . postseries desigm #the official one doesnt translate very well so i fucked around

[ypipie]

Oh, yeah. I forgot to add that Ford has absolutely 0 self preservation He will literally almost fall off a cliff from not paying attention to where he's walking, go "Oh, oops, lol that could have turned out really badly. :)" and then look down and then walk into a wall. More so before the whole portal incident, but probably post-series too.

oh yeah DEFINITELY. literally happens in the gobblewonker section of journal 3

#i feel like it wouldve carried over to postseries subconsciously #imagine hes out on the sea and just. almost falls overboard because he saw an anomaly swim under the boat #tysm again anon #.asks

[lialivingart]

Ball of Champions

Redraw of an old sketch.

Illustration for the fanfic "Бал Чемпионов" ("Ball of Champions") by Оллимпия.

Postseries. Once in a thousand prevented Apocalypses, the Higher Forces arrange a grandiose event, inviting all the heroes, both living and dead, to it. Everyone must come to the ball in costumes from the era when the first apocalypse of the thousand was averted. Spike is alive. Works with Angel. And of course at this ball he meets Buffy.

#art #fanart #redraw #10 years ago #spuffy #spuffy fanart #spike #spike btvs #buffy #buffy summers #buffy fanart #buffy the vampire slayer #buffyverse #buffy x spike #btvs #btvs fanart #sketch #lialivingart

[curtsiesandmuses]

you can literally text me a word and i’ll give a thesis on postseries kenstewy/romangerri that’s how bad shit is

#kenstewy #ma’am this is not healthy #this is not right #succession #succession post #romangerri #roman roy #gerri kellman

[popeyeotaku]

sumpin i've come to realize is Adora was deep down always even MORE mischievous than Catra was?

like my currint take is, postseries, CATRA wud be the one who wants to live in a gorgeous cottagecore house by the woods, while ADORA wud be the one arguing for the imposing death castle 😅😅😅

#spop #shera #she-ra #catra #adora #catradora #adoras a gymrat gremlin of mischief forced into the leader hero of justick

[nilesandcc]

#good god #romangerri at the recny postseries what #j smith cameron #kieran culkin #jsc #sag awards

[samwpmarleau]

miscellaneous monday/last line tag game

tagged by @thelettersfromnoone

from a postseries daisy x robbie fic because my hyperfixations never leave, they merely grow dormant:

The two times the Rider had been in someone else lasted an hour at most, and Robbie could always feel his looming return. Yet now, as Robbie bewilderingly traverses the streets of Austin, one hour passes, then two, and still he does not feel his vengeful companion. His body is his own.

tagging anyone who wants to do it <3

#fic premise: robbie gets snapped and because i say so that means ghost rider gets forcefully ejected #he's not a living being really and needs a host so if his host is literal dust then ?? #thus when robbie gets returned five years later he is vengeance demon-free #even apart from shipping the idea that robbie will have the rider in him till the day he dies #doing nothing but fighting and killing things the rider wants him to is so depressing to me #plus that second deal he made never said that robbie evaporating would be reneging #and tbh post-4x08 robbie is no more a vengeful person than mack; surely the rider would rather be in someone who is #besides - whatever person ghost rider would've gone into in the meantime would've been a host almost as long as robbie was #(the original deal was about 5 years before 4x08 - so 2012 - and the snap happened in 2018 #i presume ghost rider found someone pretty soon so it'd be five years vs. six years. close enough i say) #anyway robbie eventually finds daisy and they bang :) #tag game #my fic #robbie reyes #daisy johnson #daisy x robbie #quakerider #agents of shield

[deancasforcutie]

my earworm of the week is "One Headlight" by The Wallflowers, which was already giving early seasons spn vibes, and I just went on Genius.com about it and I oop-

#whether that commenter was a fan who saw the Themes in common or just using a random pic because it's that iconic - they're iconic too #also definitely The Winchesters/other postseries vibes??? I think your death it must be killing me #anyway spn drinking game but it's just padiddle #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #mine

[wild-battlebond]

i forget to post headcanons/etc all thr time BUT once i finally remember to talk about my postseries appmon headcanons one day it's all over for everyone

#i have eternal respect for a story that ends when the story is over #but that doesn't seem to stop me from wondering 'ok... and then?' #fiftytenpost

[baggebythesea]

i have seen a lotta postseries fic imaging Catra becoming more of a symbol of what the Etherian Horde was than Hordak, now *there's* someone I cud see on a cool rebellious leather jacket 😅😅

Absolutely! And no one would be more releived than Hordak.

Wrong Hordak: "Brother, the young ones claim falsehood about historical events, downplaying your significance for the events that transpired during the days of the Horde"

Hordak: "The universe can be merciful on rare occasions".

Wrong Hordak: "But Brother, they claim Catra to be the main leader of the Horde."

Hordak, printing another batch of Catra t-shirts: "Really. Wonder where they got that idea."

#spop #hordak #wrong hordak