#ANYWAY PT 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO-

[strictly-confectional]

bc my bg is a bitch to actually describe heres partial sceenshot

[apotelesmaa]

Talked to Colopale they said if you guys don’t stop having the most dog water piss poor 0 media literacy interpretations of wxs and continue to treat emunene like ruikasa accessories they’re giving unfriendly hater to niigo.

[suckinitup]

while my ep is still paused tho (hi finale hi <3) i do just. really appreciate how tide is the kids' guardian and yeah theres jokes about him being the mom but it's equally mentioned that he's their dad. and some (william, ashe) may have other parental figures but no one's role is diminished in the kids' lives because of the existence of the other. and again also i really like that he's talked about as their mom AND their dad. i still have war flashbacks from another fandom that almost exclusively referred to the super caring male parental figure as a mother and reinforced that "its the mom who cares the most about kids" gender bullshit. anyway tide supremacy he's got shifting titles and little jokes but one thing that has never been questioned is the fact that he's family

[pctaldrunk]

h.e x.uan's hair curls when it's wet. he also dislikes drying it when he comes out of the bath. actually I'm pretty sure when he comes out of the bath he dries off just enough and doesn't bother to get dressed, just lounges around in a half open robe and walks around barefoot. he also hardly puts up his hair most days.

[library-ducky]

Mountain March contribution, pt. 2 (electric boogaloo)

as promised, here's my other piece for our goblin man, Mountain

I tried to explore his "feral" form a little, and I'm pretty happy with it ngl (I will most likely be rehashing it eventually but for now, I like the way it looks)

anyways, here's The Man himself (slightly inspired by the Satan from Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina, at least vibe-wise)

[ariaste]

Hello Alexandra!

Been keeping up with your page since reading your meta (an impressive and engaging piece!) and I've found it interesting how you've been addressing other theories of the past.

As much as I LOVE myself some Steven Moffat slander, your dismissal of the JohnLock theory as totally unlike yours kind of struck me as odd? You go on to give a brief lesson on how to write a good theory, namely in not cherry picking.

This is genuinely confusing to me, as all of your theory is essentially cherry-picked, decontextualised facts.

Firstly, you take a bunch of evidence and remove it from the context of being a comedy. Sure, Nazi Zombies and a bullet catch seem a bit silly in that phrasing, but they're the LEAGUE OF GENTLEMEN, and Good Omens is so deeply a culmination of fantastic British comedy (this also wasn't even written by Neil).

You use Gabriel's weird behaviour as evidence of an unreliable narrative when most of it has context. You say that he never actually has anything to give Aziraphale - but he does, the fly is in the box - and he needs the memories so they don't get to erase him and demote him. You cite his ramblings about a tempest as unresolved and never mentioned again, as if there isn't a whole trial scene about Gabriel's desire to not have Armageddon pt 2 (electric boogaloo) and as if the Metatron doesn't explicitly mention the second coming.

You are very prescriptive in your stance that Maggie and Nina's relationship doesn't go anywhere - despite them being entirely responsible for Crowley actions in the final scene. They may have another purpose yet to be seen, but to say their relationship goes nowhere isn't true.

Also Crowley's actions aren't what triggers the separation at the end, that was going to happen even if he'd left straight away. If anything, what he does makes Aziraphale more hesitant to go, as he becomes quite resistant to the metatron afterwards.

You criticise the minisodes and say that the characters don't actually go back in time to look for clues. While I do understand a bit more why you would say this - the minisodes happen because they are triggered by things in the running narrative and they DO provide clues. Not all of them are regarding the Gabriel mystery as there are VERY strong clues towards Aziraphale's character development. The Job minisode especially shows Aziraphale's want to do good almost to the point of self flagellation. This is a clue about the end of the series, just not the way we thought. Also, they do provide clues for the Gabriel mystery, anyway. For example, the passage Gabriel cites that triggers the Job flashback is what God says to Job when he questions why he is being punished. This is a clue to the audience that Gabriel has been punished for questioning too, which actually IS the case.

The bit about the narrator? The plot of GO2 (unlike 1) isn't based around the idea of what 'God's plan' is, so there's no real narrative explanation for God to narrate. Also a massive joke in season 1 is that God ISNT reliable ("God doesn't play games with the fate of the universe" - "Where've you been?").

You take facts and remove them from biblical context. The former prince of heaven cast out is Lucifer, and the reference to a 'story' is because the bible exists, and works like Paradise Lost and even Good Omens itself. We have passed that story down for millennia.

The Crow Road is a great book, that yes! does feature elements of fragmented memory! So sure, sure, cherry pick and and use it for your theory - but also the catalyst of s2 is GABRIEL'S fragmented memory. It isn't a red herring to randomly reference the book.

You can continue like that for the bulk of the theory's content, as well as also question the actual foundation and what Neil actually seeks to benefit by intentionally bombing a season's writing in a situation where another season isn't promised.

There's also the fact you ignored that s2 was Gaiman's creation to set up the second novel point. If the plot of s3 is correcting false memories of s2, how could this still be true if Pratchett only had a hand in the latter?

You are free to make whatever conclusion you want and have as much fun with guessing, and you are clearly very talented in writing. But to act as if you haven’t cherry picked to suit your own agenda while criticising other works that tonally ARE similar to yours (regardless of whether you personally think Steven Moffat could pull it off like Neil, the whole 'I think this is bad writing, it must be intentional', is reminiscent of Sherlock s4) comes across as very 'holier-than-thou'. You say that you should look for evidence that disproves your theory, but it seems that at points you've genuinely just missed whole plot details.

I don't mean to say you shouldn't publish your theory, please do! Just don't act as if it isn't a culmination of subjective evidence that does already have plot explanations that you’ve then blamed on Neil.

It's also okay to not enjoy something as much as you thought you would, even if it is created by someone you admire. To paraphrase you, we are humans and we make mistakes.

I know this may come across as cruel and dismissive, but that is not my intention and I respect you. I just think you would benefit from this perspective.

ok

[darkartistyt]

lore time pt 2: electric boogaloo (the kidnapping arc)

This is everything after the crossover part. TL;DR, we've just left Silly Gooberville and are now entering Unnecessary Angst County

Someone at the organization has detected an odd surge of magic somewhere in Paris. They report it to Isaac and Jean-Francois (if he's not incarcerated or dead or smth i dont remember), who, over time, are able to deduce that it's from the Bracelet of Tiamat. Perfect for them; they need to get their hands on it anyway, and the machine they're using to detect supernatural shit can also pinpoint its relative location

They want to wait a little bit longer, as it doesn't seem to be at the necessary level of power yet, but after a particularly intense spike following a short yet sudden absence (which was when Hera entered but they don't know that), they decide to start investigating then

Some time has passed, and everything has been pretty normal. Raphael rarely uses his powers, and if he does, he's secretive about them. He messes around more at home where he's not worried about being caught, and he doesn't like to wear the armband to sleep, but he's not too worried as the only ones in his apartment are himself, his girlfriend, and his dog. Little does he know he's being spied on >:]c

The night of the ninth day (so after three days of "investigation"), Raphael gets kidnapped. They manage to conduct their abduction well enough to not wake him, but Fondue does get up a little while later and gets a strange feeling that something's wrong. He sleepily goes into Raphael's room to check on him, only to find him missing, signs of a struggle (including a few unfamiliar scents), and the window closed but unlocked

He rushes to get Marie and drags her into his room. As soon as it clicks, she panics, puts on her jacket, and runs outside, hoping to find any sort of clues around the window or something. The two snoop around for a bit before, after finding nothing but their scent trail, calling Charlie to ask for help

Charlie decides not to wake his dad, even though Marie suggests getting him involved. She's pretty insistent, but she respects his wishes enough not to take action herself, although she makes sure he knows that she will if they can't handle it on their own

Fondue leads the others as he follows the scent towards the bad guys. I don't know where their HQ is, but they go there

Meanwhile, Raphael had woken up after they escaped through the window, but was quickly knocked out before he could cry for help. He wakes again only after they've already arrived at their destination and notices he's now in handcuffs, which he soon learns are blocking him from using his powers

He's handed off to some Chevaliers, who bring him to Jean-Francois. He is not at all surprised to see Raphael, but he does mutter something about "hoping it wouldn't be you..." (He's worried about Isaac flaking on their plan to siphon away his magic after realizing the one who now holds the Bracelet's powers is his son)

Raphael's still very scared (partially due to getting a little injured while trying to fight back), and Jean-Francois tries to calm him down by saying that they weren't going to hurt him and that he'd be fine. "It's a painless process," he says with a smile, but Raphael is somehow able to magically sense that something's off. He asks what they're going to do to him, but Jean-Francois doesn't answer, just telling the Chevaliers to take him away for a bit while they get prepared

They lock Raphael in a back closet with no windows and no way of exiting aside from the door, which is guarded by two Chevaliers. He still has the magicblocking handcuffs on, and despite searching the room thoroughly, he can't find anything he can use to pick the lock, so there's really nothing he can do :'(

While he's struggling to find a way to escape, Jean-Francois delivers the news to Isaac. He is very reluctant to tell him that the person they've kidnapped is Raphael, and, as expected, when he does finally reveal it, Isaac is not at all happy about it. Shocked and a little afraid, he demands to see his son before anything happens to him, and Jean-Francois brings him to him, telling some other guy to prepare the magic-stealing machine

Though Jean-Francois starts by walking to the closet, as soon as Isaac picks up on where they're keeping him, he rushes towards it, demanding a key from one of the guards and hastily opening the door, only to find Raphael on the floor, panicking. He bolts up and turns to face his father, tears already streaming down his face, and looks up at him as a million thoughts flood his mind and he struggles to find the words to express how he feels

Isaac is horrified; his son is now this inhuman beast whose magic he is soon going to siphon away, and he knows the process is a painful one. But alongside that, a growing part of him just can't believe that *this* is Raphael, that this dragon-like creature is his son

Raphael manages to stand and pleads for his father to help him, but Isaac just stands half-frozen, no idea how to respond. Jean-Francois suggests just bringing him to the extraction machine --- "why don't we just get it over with?" --- And Isaac hesitantly agrees

Stunned, Raphael protests, yelling, "But I'm your son! Why are you letting them do this to me?!"

"My son is a young boy named Raphael," Isaac responds, turning away and making room for the Chevaliers to take him, "not Phantom R, nor this... this monster. Forgive me, but we must finish what we have started."

Raphael has no idea what to say. Or what to do, for that matter. He's too shocked to even resist when the Chevaliers pull him out of the room and begin dragging him away. He keeps his eyes on Isaac, waiting for him too at least glance his way once more, but he never does

Out of nowhere, he hears something whizzing towards him, hitting one of the Chevaliers. He quickly pivots to see a soccer ball bounce off their armor and onto the ground

Charlie, Marie, and Fondue rush towards him, action scene ensues that I'm too lazy to write right now (Charlie has a gun btw), and they rescue Raphael as Chevaliers chase them down the winding halls of the HQ

Jean-Francois is furious, but a part of Isaac is grateful, though the disbelief still remains strong enough for him to not really see Raphael as Raphael anymore. Despite this, Jean-Francois convinces him to help him catch them

They follow the route of the Chevaliers for a moment before getting to a part of the building where there are multiple paths all leading to the same exit. They split up, and Isaac corners the group first. At that point, they had kicked some of the Chevaliers asses and had stopped to break Raphael out of his handcuffs. As soon as he sees Isaac, Charlie pulls out his pistol and demands that he get out of their way, but Isaac holds up his arms and continues to slowly walk towards them

He puts on a sympathetic smile and voice as he tries to convince Raphael that he only said those things because the others were there, that they would have hurt him if he disobeyed, but now he's able to help. Raphael wants to believe him, but his bullshit detector goes off immediately. He keeps up his guard, telling him that he knows he's lying, but Isaac protests, affirming that he didn't mean what he said and that he was terribly sorry for everything that was happening. Again, Raphael knows he's not telling the truth

Upset, hurt, and frankly pissed off, Raphael yells at his father, saying things like "How could you do this?! How could you betray me?!" He admits how alone he was before Fondue came into his life, how abandoned he's always felt, how hard he tried to forgive and forget and how impossible it was not to wonder if his search would be all for nothing --- stuff he hasn't even told his partners. He spills his heart out then and there, all while the area around them feels as though gravity is beginning to weaken and everyone else can see little embers flare up around him

Isaac is growing increasingly desperate to get him back with the Chevaliers, and he promises to explain everything if Raphael obliged. He's tempted, but Marie and Charlie demand he don't listen to him, because even though the levitation thing is growing stronger, the Chevaliers and Jean-Francois are still gaining up on them --- the levitation is only buying them time

It takes a second to convince him, but Raphael does listen to his partners and teleports them all home

The sun is beginning to cross the horizon, its rays slipping through the cityscape and his apartment windows, but the bedroom is still dark and cold. And after Raphael sits down on the bed, Marie and Fondue joining his sides just seconds later, the silence finally begins to set in for all of them. None of them know what to say...

Raphael can hardly believe what just happened, and he struggles to keep himself from crying. They all do what they can to comfort him, with Marie giving him a hug and letting him sob into her shoulder, Fondue handing him his favorite stuffed animal, and Charlie trying his best with some consoling words

After a bit, Raphael calms down and says he's gonna try to get some sleep. They all say goodnight (though Fondue ends up sleeping in his room tonight), but before Charlie can leave the apartment, Marie talks with him about what they should do about all this. They both decide that it would be best to tell his father about the kidnapping and their concerns that they aren't 100% safe

The next morning is spent mostly with police mumbo jumbo that I don't know enough about to describe. Marie and Charlie notice throughout the day how strangely calm and blasé Raphael is about the whole situation, even in private, almost as if it didn't happen. He also doesn't tell the cops about Isaac, just that he was nabbed by the same guys who caused the Hanging Garden events and managed to escape with the help of his partners and dog

Charlie is first to confront him about it, asking why he's so nonchalant about his kidnapping and the whole drama between him and his father, but Raphael avoids giving anything remotely close to a straight answer. He keeps up the act that everything's fine for as long as he can, though he falters from time to time, which only serves to make his partners even more worried

Marie tries to tell him to leave it alone for now, that Raphael's just Like This and that he'll tell them if something's seriously wrong, but Charlie presses 'x' to doubt and counters with, "You're sure he won't just keep it to himself?" to which Marie has no response. Regardless, they don't want to pressure him too much, so Charlie does end up doing as Marie asks, but they both keep it all in mind

[cyantomatos]

Even Stars Will Fall - Ch 7

Pairing: Eventual Oberyn Martell x fem!Reader x Ellaria Sand Word Count: ~3k Warnings: Rylan is a creep(pt 2 electric boogaloo)  Notes: Someday I will remember the foreshadowing I write into my own fics. And important plot details. Maybe.

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As it turns out, trying to commission a gift for someone when you have no money of your own and don’t know anything about the country – or really world – you’re living in is difficult, to say the least.

You woke the next morning full of confidence and pride in figuring out such a perfect gift. You knew less about Oberyn than you would like, but enough to know he would love this gift. Ellaria, too, since it was at least also partially a gift for her.

Your confidence deflated, somewhat, when halfway through breakfast you realized you had no idea how to get this gift.

First, you went to Doran. You needed money, and there was no way you were going to ask Oberyn for money to buy his own gift. The elder prince looked a little shocked when you entered his office, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

“I’m really sorry to bother you about this, I would just ask Oberyn really, but it felt wrong. Would I be able to borrow some money, maybe, to get a present made for his name day?” You twisted your hands together in your lap as you spoke, somewhat nervous.

Doran seemed to relax slightly as you spoke, and chuckled when you finished. “Of course, my dear. I can see why you would not want to ask my brother to pay for his own gift.” He leaned over, rummaging around for a moment in one of his desk drawers before re-emerging with a jingling bag that he deposited on the desk in front of you. “If I may, what have you decided to get him? I doubt you would be one to pile on another jewel-encrusted dagger or solid gold peacock statue.”

You grinned, shaking your head. “No, it’s not something fancy like that. I actually think he’ll like it, at least I hope he will anyway.” You briefly outlined the plan for Oberyn’s gift, your confidence growing as a grin spread across Doran’s face at your description.

Finally he nodded approvingly. “I think he will adore that gift.”

“How are your lessons with Amphise going?” Oberyn set his wine glass down as he spoke, a slight smile playing on his face at your pained expression. “That well?”

You shrugged, setting down your silverware with a sigh. “I’m not sure if it’s because I’m learning so late, or if I’m really just a bad student. I can’t seem to focus, and I think she’s getting frustrated with me.”

Ellaria shook her head. “I doubt you are a bad student, my dear. I suspect it has more to do with your unique circumstances than anything. You cannot expect to catch up with years of training in just a few weeks.” She reached across the table, settling her hand over yours with a small smile. “You are too much like Oberyn, criticizing yourself when you are not immediately perfect at something.”

“Well, it becomes hard to accept anything less than perfection when I am so often perfect.” Oberyn grinned at you as Ellaria rolled her eyes fondly.

Your eyes darted between them as they spoke, a warm feeling settling over you. Their conversations had begun to feel less and less like you were an outsider looking in and more like you belonged. Like this was where you were meant to be.

Oberyn turned towards you again. “What do you have planned for tomorrow? You do not have lessons, correct?”

You sat up straighter, forcibly pulling yourself out of your thoughts. “Oh, um, I think Maricel was going to come have me try on some more dresses. Ellaria seems to think I need enough dresses to outfit a whole army.” Oberyn chuckled, shooting a grin at his lover.

“While I do not doubt that, I think outfitting the Dornish army in silk dresses may not be the best idea.”

You shrugged, matching his grin with one of your own. “Well, might not be the most practical, but you can’t deny it would confused any enemy they face. Might be an advantage.”

Oberyn erupted with laughter, tipping his head back towards the sky as your own grin grew. The sound filled the private garden, and you couldn’t help but feel a little pride blooming in your chest at getting that reaction out of the prince. Even Ellaria chuckled, shaking her head at the two of you.

“Gods help me, I cannot handle the both of you.”

The next day, after what felt like an eternity of Maricel poking and prodding and holding various fabrics next to your face, you ventured out into the city. Equipped with a small purse of coins and a recommendation for who to visit, both courtesy of Doran, you headed out with the intention of ordering Oberyn’s name day gift.

Finding the small house proved easy enough, with a little direction from kind strangers. You described what you wanted to the short, older man than answered the door when you knocked, and when you mentioned it was a gift for the prince, he assured you it would be done with plenty of time to spare before the name day celebration and waved you off when you apologized for the short notice.

Finding your way back to the palace proved slightly more difficult.

You’d always felt you had a pretty good sense of direction, but you weren’t sure if it was the unfamiliar city or entirely different world you’d found yourself in, but after a while of wandering you realized you were hopelessly lost. You’d hoped you would be able to find your way back without asking for help again, but it was rapidly becoming clear that was not going to be easy.

Just as you were about to give up and ask someone, a tall shadow fell over you. “Ah, if it isn’t our own local mystery. Oberyn should keep better track of his treasures, you seem lost my dear.”

Fighting the wave of unease that spread over you at the familiar voice, you plastered a pleasant smile on your face and turned to face the prince’s cousin. “Lord Rylan. What a pleasant surprise.”

Rylan shot you a charming smile, inclining his head towards you. “I could say the same. Where are you headed? A beautiful woman such as yourself should not be wandering alone.”

Biting your tongue you lifted a hand helplessly. “Well, I was heading back from ordering a present for Oberyn’s name day, but I seem to have gotten lost trying to find my way back.”

For a split second it seemed like a shadow passed over Rylan’s face at the mention of a present for his cousin, but just as quickly it was gone, and the ever present charming smile was back in place. “You are in luck, my dear. I was just headed back to the palace myself, I could escort you. Sunspear can be quite confusing to those who are not used to finding their way.”

The lord held out his arm, and while you wanted nothing more than to assure him you could find your way back on your own, you reminded yourself it wouldn’t be a good idea to be rude to the prince’s cousin. No matter how much Oberyn seemed to dislike his own cousin.

And besides, you probably couldn’t find your way back on your own.

So you slipped your arm into his, mentally coaching yourself. You’d dealt with worse men before, and Rylan had yet to give you any reason to dislike him other than his vibes just feeling off. A short walk back to the palace wouldn’t be the end of the world.

Rylan beams down at you as you slip your arm into his, starting off down the street. “You really are not that far off from the palace, it will take us maybe a quarter of an hour to get there. It is unfortunate for you that the streets of Sunspear are so confusing. Those of us that have lived here most of our lives have no trouble navigating it, but it is often disorienting to outsiders.”

You give a polite little laugh, your eyes wandering to the colorful buildings as you walk past. “I was about to ask for directions when I found you, actually. I had to ask on my way there, and I was hoping I’d be able to remember the way back. Apparently not.”

“Ah, well, pride can get the best of us sometimes.” Rylan gives you another charming smile and guides you around a corner. There are a few market booths on this road, although it seems most of them are currently closed to avoid the mid-day heat beating down on the city streets. You glance at the open booths as you walk, glad Rylan doesn’t seem too interested in conversation at the moment.

One of the booths is painted a cheery orange color, although the vibrant paint is chipping off in spots. The roof is made of different fabrics stitched and tied together, with small gaps letting in thin shafts of light that dance over the counter. The young woman behind the counter is working a long, thin band of metal in her hands, wrapping it around a fiery red gem. Her dark hair is pulled back in a messy braid, curls escaping around the colorful scarf covering the top of her head. Her eyes flit up every few seconds to scan the scattered people out braving the heat. Scattered across the counter in front of her are a handful of pieces of jewelry, mostly necklaces, sparkling in the sun.

Rylan notices your preoccupation with the booth and slows his steps, glancing down at you. “Would you like to stop?” You hesitate, torn between your curiosity and your desire to get away from him as soon as possible. Your curiosity wins out though and you nod, turning towards the booth.

The woman’s eyes light up when she sees you moving towards her booth, and she immediately sits up straight and sets aside the necklace she is working on. She spreads her hands in a welcoming gesture, grinning widely at the two of you. “Welcome! I am surprised to see anyone out at this time of day.”

Rylan said something to the woman that you didn’t pay too close of attention too, instead scanning the colorful jewelry in front of you. Your eyes snag on a necklace with a small blue and white swirled gem wrapped in an almost black metal. It almost seems like an optical illusion as you stare at it, the colors catching in the sun and seeming to shift in the dancing light filtering through the cloth roof of the booth.

“I see something has caught your eye.” You glance up to see the woman watching you a bit closer than before, a slight smile curving her lips. Something about the way she watches you itches in the back of your brain, like you’ve felt it before, but you can’t quite place it.

“It’s beautiful, did you make all of these yourself?” The woman nods, pride seeping into her face.

“I made all of these. My mother taught me to make jewelry when I was little, just as her mother taught her, and her mother before that.” She holds up the piece she had been working on when you walked up. “The materials may change, but the women in my family have been making jewelry for generations.”

You can practically feel the boredom radiating off of Rylan, but when you glance up at him his face is arranged in a mask of polite intrigue. Your eyes slide back down to the blue necklace longingly, idly wondering if you have enough left over from what Doran had given you to buy it.

The woman’s hand comes into your view as she lifted the necklace, and when you look up she’s smiling at you. “Do you like it? I have had it for a while I am afraid, no one seems to gravitate towards this one. I think it may be the size of the stone, most opt for larger and flashier gems.”

She smiles slightly down at the necklace, and you’re struck by the way it reminds you of a mother looking proudly at her child. After a moment she looks back up, that shrewd expression back as she holds out the necklace. “I think it suits you. Perhaps it was meant to find you, and that is why no one else bought it.”

Instinctively you reach towards the small pouch tied at your waist, opening your mouth to ask how much she wanted. Before you can speak, however, the woman shakes her head.

“Take it. Sometimes things are meant to find people. Besides, you would be doing me a favor anyway, it has been taking up space in my booth for months now.” She motions you forward before you can protest, fastening the soft leather cord around your neck.

You stare down at the gem now resting against your chest, once again struck by the way the light plays in the colors. When you look back up the woman has a satisfied look on her face, and her eyes shift from the necklace up to meet yours.

“Are you sure? I don’t think I have enough to pay what it’s worth, but I feel bad just taking it.” She shakes her head, taking a step back.

“It is a gift. I hope it brings you happiness.”

“Well, it is rude to refuse a gift.” You almost jump as Rylan speaks, having totally forgotten he was even standing next to you. The woman doesn’t seem any more pleased either, her piercing eyes shifting to look at the lord. It’s subtle, the way a slight tinge of displeasure seeps into her eyes as she looks at him, and when she looks back at you it’s gone.

“He has a point, my dear.”

Thankfully, the walk back to the palace doesn’t take much longer. You spend most of it tuning out Rylan as he describes the play you’d turned down attending with him the day before, instead studying the necklace now looped around your neck. No matter the lighting the colors seem to shift and change, although every time your eyes move they stop, and you’re left wondering if you were just imagining it.

Rylan comes to a stop at the front gates, turning to you with a charming smile. “This is where I must leave you I am afraid, I have matters to attend to at my own house.” He holds out his hand, and you reluctantly place yours in his, suppressing a shiver of displeasure as he bows slightly and presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

“Until next time, my dear.” With another grin he turns and walks off, and you’re left wondering just how long would be long enough before you can stand to be alone with him again.

You come to the conclusion after a moment that there isn’t a period of time long enough.

Walking back inside you breathe a sigh of relief at the cool air that hits you as soon as you’re out of the sun. Sunspear truly was a beautiful place, and you got the feeling the rest of Dorne would be just as beautiful if you ever saw it, but the oppressive heat was genuinely draining sometimes. You could only count your blessings that it wasn’t overly humid.

You headed down the hall, navigating with a little more confidence gained over the last couple weeks. There were still times where you took a wrong turn and had to ask someone for directions, but overall you usually found where you were going.

The guards stationed outside Doran’s office nodded to you as you stopped outside the large doors, opening them without question for you. Most of the palace staff recognized you on sight by this point, and Oberyn had made it clear you were to be treated with respect as his guest.

It wasn’t really like you could do much to harm either of the princes, anyway. You’d likely just hurt yourself in the process.

Doran was seated behind his desk, head bent over a piece of parchment as he wrote. He looked up at the sound of the doors opening, smiling warmly at you. “Ah, back already I see. Did you find what you needed?”

You nodded, walking forward with a smile. “I did, thank you. And it didn’t cost as much as you thought, I wanted to return the leftover money.” You held the much lighter than this morning pouch out as you came to a stop in front of the desk.

The elder prince only smiled and shook his head, holding up his hand as he settled back into the chair. “No, my dear, you may keep it. You may not have any expenses with my brother providing for you, but I imagine it would be nice to have money of your own if you should need or want it.”

You let your hand drop to your side with a sigh and a slight smile. “What is it today with people giving me things?” You hook the pouch back to the belt around your waist. “Thank you again by the way, he said it should be ready by Oberyn’s name day.”

Doran’s smile widened at that. “I hope my brother appreciates it, it is a thoughtful gift.”

You returned his smile, ignoring the butterflies that took up residence in your stomach as you thought about giving Oberyn his gift. “I hope so too.��

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[andrea-lyn]

ATLA recs post take 2 (electric boogaloo). Am I totally unsurprised I have enough for a third post at some point? Nope. ANYWAY, enjoy another round -- once again predominantly Zukka, though there’s some f/f in this round!

ATLA Recs #2

i wanna be still with you by tristanyvaine

Handwritten letters sent back and forth do not a love story make. Or. Maybe they do, in the case of a certain Fire Lord and Water Tribe warrior who happen to fall in love over sending letters to each other at least.

keeps me up late at night by midnights

Fifteen years since the war had ended, and still Zuko remembered every step of the way as if it were yesterday. More than anything, he remembered Sokka. He'd been in love with him then, and he still was.

ft. ambassador sokka, fancy parties, pining zuko, and two oblivious fools

the brightest you've ever been by panthalassas

Azula folds herself into the lotus position and empties her mind. Then Yue places her hands on either side of Azula's face, and her mind fills back up again. Or: Yue notices Azula is lonely. Turns out, Azula's ready to feel some emotions.

real love baby by verdanthoney

Five times Zuko and Sokka pretend they aren't in love, and one time they don't.

OR,

Sokka initiates a friends with benefits relationship between them, and Zuko keeps coming back for more.

Seasons in the Sun by burkesl17

Ambassador Sokka's first year in the Fire Nation, a story for each of its seasons. With thunder, assassins, blossoms, poison, politics, volcanoes and a baby dragon. Also falling in love.

Or: four parties, four assassination attempts.

Please Return if Found by CSHfic, VSfic

When Sokka sees a “lost pet” poster near his apartment for an actual, literal dragon, he thinks it’s a joke.

Right up until he finds the dragon sitting on his couch.

Nobility by hikuni

Book 3. Sokka/Zuko. Set after The Boiling Rock Pt. 2, Sokka and Zuko explore the Western Air Temple, where Sokka tries to get Zuko to talk about girls, marriage, and maybe even a future for the two of them.

Worship the Ashes by meregalaxiesandgods, patentpending

All Azula wants is for things to go back to the way they were – her father on the precipice of conquering the world, her own position secure at his right hand. Now, the only secure thing is her, trapped in a gilded cage in her brother's new Fire Nation. Lonely and adrift, Azula would do anything to make it end, until an unexpected connection rekindles a light she long-thought had burned to ashes. But falling for Suki isn't something Azula can let herself do, especially with the world as they know it threatening to crumble around them.

Or: Azula goes to therapy, has an identity crisis, stops actively trying to kill her brother, makes a few friends, and falls in love along the way.

No Quiet Life by JustGettingBy

Zuko's not sure when it started. It would be easy to say it started with Boiling Rock, or with the Western Air Temple. But whenever it started, his crush isn’t about to go away anytime soon.

*

“It’s not too late, ‘Lee’. We could steal a boat. Sail across the high seas until we hit the horizon. Spend the rest of our days living off the land.” He brandishes his arm as if to show Zuko the untapped potential of their future as wild hunters.

“No, Sokka.”

Sokka shrugs. “Well, it was worth a shot. When you’re up to your eyeballs in expense reports, don’t say I didn’t ask.”

Zuko’s mouth feels very dry. “I won’t.”

virtues uncounted by bloobeary

fire lord zuko visits the southern water tribe eight years after the war ends

based on that text post

Will We Last the Night by CSHfic, VSfic (My absolute fave of the canon rewrites for its wildly IC enemies-to-lovers feel)!

Chief Arnook never assigns Sokka to protect Princess Yue, so he goes to fight the Fire Nation with the other men. When the moon dies, and the ocean spirit takes its revenge, Sokka is caught standing on the deck of a Fire Nation ship. Sokka should have drowned… and he would have drowned, if not for a certain Fire Nation raft fleeing the North Pole.

[An enemies-to-lovers season 2 rewrite, where Sokka is separated from the gaang during the Siege of the North, and travels the Earth Kingdom with Zuko instead].

Ashes Inside When You Finish Your Song by Muncaster

Sokka writes lyrics for his sister’s band. Zuko plays piano and is unnecessarily nice. Fellas, is it gay to write love songs about your friend and his golden eyes?

(AKA, a modern band AU featuring The Gaang, crappy software equipment, homoerotic lyrics, and the realization that maybe, if you think about a guy every night before you sleep, you just might be in love with him.)

Relief Next to Me by wilteddaisy (taotu)

Sokka thinks Ozai’s beach house is pretty awesome. Slightly less awesome is the couch he has to sleep on, as is accidentally getting into Zuko’s bed. At first, that is.

[breadharmskoi]

at this point david tennant pt. 2 electric boogaloo is the fourteenth doctor and ncuti gatwa is the fifteenth doctor to me. some bullshit i know which better have a good canon explanation but that means fifteen will debut on the 15th series of new who. also 15 is a cooler number than 14 anyway so we stay winning <3

[tiltingheartand]

secret agent man pt 2: electric boogaloo 👀

OKAY SO. this is actually a fic for the adventure zone: amnesty! and a sequel to be careful what you say (or you’ll give yourself away). (side note: sorting chronologically, this is the first barclay/stern fic posted on ao3! and like … i’m 100% sure that that’s because the few that were posted before mine were multi-chapter ones that updated, but still. i’m proud of myself for it.)

so the basic idea of the fic this would be a sequel to is: what if the guy who shapeshifts into bigfoot and the federal agent desperately trying to get proof bigfoot is real (to the detriment of his own career) went on some dates?

but i wrote it when the show was still on, before the story ended, so i also eventually got curious: what happens after the end of the story? because by the end, in canon, stern knows that barclay is bigfoot (and also that he’s an alien; it’s a whole. thing.) and that he’s been bigfoot the entire time they’ve known each other, and that a lot of the people living in this town are also aliens, and … there’s a whole The Veil Has Been Pulled Back thing going on.

but also, crucially, barclay and stern don’t actually get together in canon until the epilogue, but there’s a big chunk of time in there where barclay and the rest of Our Heroes have to go live a different place than they were because stern calls in the feds, so nobody talks to stern for Quite A While. and then things more or less immediately kick off into the climax/ending, and then the epilogue is months later, so we never actually see stern’s immediate response to all the everything, or barclay’s, which i find to be a real goddamn shame.

(also, it’s possible this won’t ever actually get written all the way, because i would really, really want to re-listen to the whole thing, but i’ve already tried that once and i couldn’t actually finish it, because i knew the ending was coming up and i was so dissatisfied with the ending for a number of reasons, so … yeah. who knows honestly.)

and anyway, a snippet, because it turns out i had significantly more of this written than i remembered:

“You’re worried about being rude?” Barclay can’t help but laugh, although he knows he’s the one being rude now. He can’t help himself. “I think we passed that a while ago.”

There’s another pause. It goes on for longer than he expects. “Look,” Tom says, “I know I have a lot of apologizing to do. I did a lot of shitty things and I refused to think about them too hard and I hurt a lot of people, either directly or indirectly. I hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you,” he says, and it’s such a cliche, and Barclay doesn’t want to believe him. 

He’s pretty sure he already does. He’s pretty sure he’s forgiven him, already, for all the things he’s planning on apologizing for. Breakups are so much easier to handle when they’re just because the love runs out. This is so much messier. 

“Just ask,” he says. “I can take your intention to apologize as a given, for the time being. Then you can just lump them all in together.”

(ask me about any of my WIPs, if you’d like!)

[hagatha-christie]

I'm very much Team "Astrology isn't real unless it is" and I saw one astrologer say yeah April is going to be chaotic but the REAL mess is gonna come in August. Anyway who thinks we're going to get Chicago in 1968 Pt 2: Electric Boogaloo in August when all these idiots come to town

[burins]

mission parameters ch 5 is up!

in this chapter:

bruce googles metropolis property law

and also stages an apartment

living together pt 2 electric boogaloo

clark kent inherent midwestern distrust of money vs [gestures at bruce wayne] steel cage death match

"We made a pretty good team, I think," Clark had said, and Bruce had knocked his own cup back against Clark's in acknowledgment. And then Clark had squared his shoulders, that uncertain edge fluttering at the corners of his mouth. "Should we talk about–" "There's nothing to talk about," Bruce had said, too sharply. It was just that he couldn't stand here steps from the rest of the League and hear Clark bravely and carefully deliver whatever speech he'd steeled himself to give about how things on Phiiria had been different, but they could still be a good team here on Earth. And anyway Bruce wasn't wrong. There was nothing to talk about. Clark's face had shuttered. "Sure," he'd said, his vowels gone soft and dangerously Midwestern. And he'd turned back to where Barry was trying to convince Diana to arm wrestle and left Bruce standing alone, holding his stupid pink punch, the plastic creaking in his grip.

(this fic is now complete!)

[klqrambles]

From here

Doing this for the Kmusical Frankenstein pt 2: tumblr deleted the original electric boogaloo

gonna say why I did/didn't circle certain things under cut if people are interested

This is gonna be in whatever order I think is most fun :3c

The names of characters have been changed because of reasons -> Victor is still Victor Frankenstein, but Henry is Henry Dupre and Elizabeth is Julia. Victor also has a sister named Ellen and a butler named Runge, and Julia's father is named Stephan. Also Julia's family is the one who takes in Victor.

Set in the Victorian or Regency era instead of late 1700s -> it's set in 1815 during and post the Napoleonic Wars

Victor is a doctor -> Well, we don't know exactly, but he is the head of R&D in the military, so presumably?

Adam is not brought to life in a college dorm room -> He's brought to life in Victor's family laboratory (Victor's father was a doctor)

Adam has the memories/personality of a person that his body parts came from -> the Creature's head is Henry's (he was beheaded after being accused of murder long story lol also each of the main character actors play 2 roles in the musical it's really fun) and some actors choose to have the Creature remember bits and pieces of his past as Henry.

Adam's movements are neurodivergent coded to make him "scarier" or more "childlike" -> Definitely to make him more "childlike", but as such he ends up "growing out" of it

Adam never mentions or references Paradise Lost -> He might, but if he does it's lost on me since I haven't read it lol. But also he doesn't have any time to read it because instead of living with the DeLacey's, he's captured and forced to fight in an illegal fight ring.

We are expected to actually like Victor and Elizabeth as a couple -> I put this as "???" because I think so, but also Henry and the Creature get in the way of those two's relationship so often, and their relationship hinges on one promise they made as children so idk compared to Henry and Victor's relationship it really doesn't hold any ground LOL

No Walton -> The ending doesn't involve a boat so for all we know maybe Victor did meet a Walton on his way there, but he sure has left him behind by that point.

Victor is buff for some reason -> I put this as "depends" because it depends on which actor is playing Victor lol. You have everything from "Used to be a baseball player but shifted to musical acting post career" Min Woohyuk Victor to "My friends and I call him a flamingo for a reason" Jeon Dongsuk Victor to "Super Junior Idol" Kyuhyun Victor so, every flavor of Victor exists LOL

Some things I didn't circle I want to talk about cause why not

What do you mean Frankenstein had more themes than "don't play god" -> While that's definitely one of the major themes of the musical, there's definitely some themes of "What undiagnosed trauma does to a motherfucker" and "behold the consequences of your actions"

Adam doesn't like fire -> The Creature's big number involves him setting fire to the fight ring that captured him so, I mean, I rather think he likes fire lol

Heterosexual Clerval -> Henry in this is gay, he is so gay, he is unbelievably gay. More people have to listen to "In Your Dreams" and tell me that Henry is so gay for Victor and people have to listen to "Life in a Glass of Liquor" and tell me those two are so gay for each other fr fr

Anyway, while this definitely isn't the best Frankenstein adaptation, it's definitely one of my favorites XD

[sleepyowlwrites]

Heeeey, Sleepy! 8) Firing back at you with that same challenge, but I challenge you to summarize chapters/scenes/the timeline of your longest WIP using the "in which ___ happens" format. :D

okay so in the City Story doc I've already basically done this, so I'm just expanding on that:

in which we met Jet, uncurious, stagnant lad that he is

in which Jet meets Rune, kindred, defiant lass that she is

in which Jet drinks Rune's really good coffee

in which Rune's contact name for Jet is "angry gremlin"

in which Jet meets Rune's enemy and he gets protective

in which Rune fights Jet because he's very protective

in which Jet doesn't apologize but Rune patches him up anyway

in which Jet resolves to not betray Rune

in which everybody has lunch (this scene isn't really canon anymore)

in which Sleepy never finished this scene

in which there is out of context hurt/comfort because I like that stuff

in which Yarrow is a delight that Jet is pretending to dislike

in which Jet and Hawk see through each other and this scene is also non canon haHA

in which "Copper dives deep under Jet's sea" aka Copper pulls emotions out of Jet pt.1

in which Rune asks to sleep over and Jet says yes???

in which Yarrow is a delight but this time Jet gives in

in which Yarrow accidentally brushes up against Rune's walls and Jet stands outside the window

in which a simple conversation goes so deep ow ouch

in which Rune has a nightmare and sleeps with Jet (literally) for the first time

in which Copper pulls emotions out of Jet pt.2 electric boogaloo

in which Yarrow explains why Jet and Rune are not in love with each other

in which Jet feels obligated to take care of Shadow

in which Jet sleeps in Rune's bed after showing up with Shadow in tow

in which Rune is blank and Jet is worried

in which Jet meets his mortal enemy and somehow doesn't punch him

in which Rune tells Jet to stay away from her and Jet says fat chance you're stuck with me you need me I need you- hngggg

in which Copper pulls emotions out of Jet pt.3 these brothers are so soft for each other

in which the gang has lunch but it IS canon this time!

in which Copper "dives deep under Rune's sea" and HE'S the protective brother this time! stan Copper for clear skin

in which Yarrow makes a mess and it's a good time

in which Rune tells Jet to "come punch things with me"

in which Jet punches the "things" with Rune and it gets a little dark

in which Yarrow and Shadow clean up and also scold Jet and Rune

in which Rune answers questions about her secrets

in which Yarrow is like "we're your friends dummy"

in which there is simple, innocent fun

in which Jet dives deep under Copper's sea- you thought these brothers couldn't get any softer where the other is concerned? HA!

this wip is separated by SCENE and not by chapter, which is why there are 37 of them and the draft is like, maybe halfway over. maybe.

I could've counted Anxiety Story as my longest, as it has the most words, but the draft that I'm in doesn't, so I didn't count it. and holy heap but organizing Youth Story would've been a nightmare. this is the most truthful answer.

thanks for slinging it back, Breezy. I figured either you or Celadon would, hehe.

hey you, or anybody reading this, you should listen to Savannah by Relient K. you just should.

[newtinaboot]

Intro

Yo, it’s Damien. I’m one of the other people sharing this body (I guess you could call me an alter. Idk) and I wanna tell y’all I tag my posts with Damien’s Thots or a signature that says -D. The others are probably gonna add some shit so don’t be surprised if there are changes. (He/They/It)

Hi! So, I only recently read Damien’s user statement, and I’m surprised at how…not vulgar he was being. Also, my name is Onion, and I think I was the original one here before we branched out, but I’m not 100% sure. It’s hard to tell. I don’t tag my stuff, so you’ll know it’s me if it doesn’t have a signature or tag specific to one of us. (He/Him)

Hello! I am Ethan. I keep forgetting to update this when I phase in. Woopsie O﹏o

Aaaaaaannyway, I use [He/They] pronouns, and my fav colors are lime green, neon green, black, and nattier. I like sushi, ramen, cucumbers, tomatoes, and potatoes. I like other foods, but I don’t have all day. My fav animals are definitely naked mole rats, box jellyfish, aye aye, star-nosed mole, and the New Zealand Kea*-the world’s ONLY alpine parrot!!!**

*I say New Zealand because it’s in the bird’s name, but the bird is named after where it resides-a place that SHOULD be widely known Aotearoa. I only used the “official” name to avoid confusion.

**WE NEED TO SAVE THEM. THEYRE GOING EXTINCT!!!!!!! (╥﹏╥)

Anyway [pt.2:Electric Boogaloo], if you guys haven’t noticed, I sign off with >Ethan. Byeeeeeeeeee!!!!!