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socially-awkward-skeleton · 14 hours ago

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For the AU question:

Rory + Price record store AU

Thank you for the ask, E! Sorry it took me six months to come up with an idea and answer it. I'm so bad at following through with ask prompts. So this probably isn't exactly what you were looking for when it comes to a record store AU, but it takes place in a record store so I'm considering that as counting. Note: this is inspired heavily by @strangefable and her 80's band au for the 141. I wanted to play in her sandbox with Rory and give Price and her yet another meetcute. Also, this is not my usual Price, this is douchebag divorced dad Price (who I still love btw)

March 1985 - Tower Records, London, UK

The bass seemed to travel through the floor in rhythmic time along with the procession of footsteps in and out of the shop, the London hot spot for music bustling with customers. You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) by Dead or Alive had steadily climbed the charts to reach number one in the UK and was pumping from the store's speaker system while Rory’s fingers carded through the organized shelves of CDs and cassette tapes, her hips swaying gently to the beat. The smell of hairspray was heavy in the air all around her, the chemical sting to the nose meeting with the metallic tang of the aerosol can. Tower Records sat right in the heart of Piccadilly Circus, not far from home, or her work as the host of the morning aerobics show on BBC One - hardly prestigious considering her father had hoped she'd follow in his footsteps as a lawyer, but alas, life had different plans.

Rory had charm, she had flair, she was one of the most popular segments on Good Morning Britain and it had led her right into the position of host for the Battle of the Bands competition that would be broadcasting that summer. It gave her something to look forward to at least. With her head down, poking through Depeche Mode’s available catalogue, she hadn’t noticed the arm reaching past her and the gruff “‘scuse me, darlin’” as a large hand reached for the latest Danzig album, his other coming to rest on the small of her back. “Oi!” She turned to meet piercing blue eyes, ready to give their owner a piece of her mind as she stood, hand held to her hip and her jaw set tight. “Sorry, love.” Raising his hands in surrender, the cheeky smirk that curled his mouth brought forth dimples from behind a forest of dark brown whiskers that made him look like some sort of lumberjack, standing in stark opposition to the loose powder blue suit he wore, something akin to what Don Johnson would wear on Miami Vice. “Didn’t mean nothin’ by it. Promise,” he rumbled. “Right.” She relaxed back, clearing her throat and turning back to the CDs. “Of course.”

She could feel his stare burning into her, making the tips of her ears and the back of her neck flush. Glancing sideways, she noticed him crossing his arms over his chest, his head tipped to the side appraisingly.

“Can I help you with something?” The bite wasn’t entirely missing from her posh accent yet.

Eyes narrowing, searching for something in the recesses of his memory, his gaze never faltered. “Do I know you from somewhere, sweetheart? Feel like I’ve seen you before.”

“TV, probably.” Her head tilted to the side slightly as she mentioned her claim to fame nonchalantly.

“You’re on TV? Well –” His mouth scrunched up as he looked her over. “Shouldn’t be too surprised by that, you’re quite the fit l’il bird.”

Rory rolled her eyes and went back to flipping through the CDs she’d already scanned through. “Is that so?”

“Are you one of those video jockeys on Music Box or somethin’?”

“No,” she chuckled and shook her head. “You ever watched Good Morning Britain?”

“In passing, usually have it on as background noise.” He shrugged and skimmed through the CDs, not really paying attention to what was under his fingers, just needing something to keep his hands busy as he shifted his weight on his feet. Giving a little nod in understanding, she pulled out the album Some Great Reward and turned it over to scan the back and the track titles. “I’m the aerobics girl.”

His brow lifted, steely eyes flickered her way and a twitch of his jaw told her he likely already knew that. “See, told ya – fit.”

She fought back the rising need to laugh, biting the plump of her lower lip but to no avail. Her shoulders shook gently as she brushed the loose wave of hair from her eye. “Bloody chancer, you are.”

He leaned back against the shelves, crossing his arms over his chest once more as his eyes twinkled under the fluorescent lights. “Worked though, didn’t it?”

“Much to my chagrin.”

Holding out his hand to shake, he offered his name, “John Price.”

Cautious at first, she slipped her hand into his, blushing when she noticed how much bigger it was compared to hers. “Rory Sinclair.”

“Pleasure,” he husked with a curt nod.

Glancing at him once more, Rory tried to make out who he was. The beeper attached to his belt and the Motorola DynaTAC 8000X mobile in his hand throwing her off the scent. Something about him screamed “a bloke who liked to be in control of things”. “And just what exactly does John Price do for a living?” Her curiosity was getting the better of her. It wasn’t often she asked a stranger these sort of questions but the fact that he was rather roguishly charming in his own way made her willing to go that one step further with him.

He grumbled, trying to find the right words. “Talent agent.”

“Pardon?” Her eyes went wide, thoroughly surprised by that drop of information in her lap. He didn’t seem like the type at all. She’d dealt with her fair share being in the broadcasting business.

“I look for new talent. Musicians and the like. Got a band I'm working with right now, as it stands.”

“Is that so?” She joined him in leaning against the shelves, her attention solely focused on him now. “Any specific genre?”

“Lads haven't exactly picked a sound yet. Bassist wears a skull mask and looks like he wants to be a part of Kiss, the lead singer/lead guitarist is a fan of Prince, and the drummer, well – he's bloody Billy Idol from the Highlands.”

Rory giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes crinkling at the corners with his descriptions. “I see what you mean about it not exactly being cohesive.” Her brow rose and she looked rather dubious about the whole thing. “They sound good at least though, yeah?”

“They have their moments.”

“Not exactly selling it.” Her laughing continued, her smile travelling all the way up her face leaving her hazel eyes gleaming. “So you don't see them getting to the top of the pops anytime soon?”

“Maybe, with the right man at the helm.” His chin lifted in an arrogant shift as he flexed his broad shoulders.

“And I assume that that's you, of course, yeah?” she smirked, unphased by his overconfidence. “And what sort of music do you like?”

“Metal.”

Her gaze darted down to the album in his hands and she snickered. “Hence the Danzig.”

“Exactly.” He bounced on his heels a little, his brow furrowing as he brushed a hand through his hair. “I know it's not exactly what you birds like. It’s hardly that New Romantic shite like on your show.” She knew he wasn’t just a passive observer, and that was the dead giveaway.

“So you have seen it then,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Hardly taken aback by the news, but more than willing to use it as ammunition against him.

“Maybe I have, when I'm sippin’ me tea and reading the news. You know.”

Rory hummed, drenched in skepticism. “Of course.” A high pitched beeping from his belt broke the tension and his stare flickered away from her. “Hold on a tick.” Pressing his chin to his chest, John leaned back and tilted the beeper to check the number on the little screen. He sighed heavily, running his hand over the hair around his mouth, grumbling quietly to himself in a rasp, “What the bloody hell is it now, Mel?”

“Mel?” Rory’s interest was suddenly piqued once more. “Wife or girlfriend?”

“Daughter.”

“You have a daughter?” Her voice pitched up as she continued to interrogate him. He hardly seemed the fatherly type, especially when flirting with a random woman in a shop.

“Daughters – Mel and Sadie.” A low growl stirred in his throat at the thought of the fruits of his loins and the many grey hairs he was sure he had received because of them. “They’re a bloody handful.”

With narrowed eyes, her perceptive nature kicked in and she started to question his intentions all the more. “And you’re sure you aren't just one of those married blokes who takes off his ring before chatting up a girl?”

John’s face turned stony, something cold in his eyes at her doubt. “Do I look like that sorta bloke?”

Lifting a brow, she shrugged. It’s not like she had a lot of evidence one way or the other as it stood currently.

“Divorced, darlin’.”

“Ah, that explains it. Have a bit of an air about you,” she teased, turning back to the albums on display.

“You tryin’ to say I seem like a tosser?”

“Only a bit,” she said with a playful scrunch of her nose. “Besides, you said it, not me.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” He barked out a laugh. “You’re a cheeky one.”

“Perhaps. Or maybe I just have a radar for oily producers.”

“Oily?” he echoed in disbelief, eyebrows shooting up his ridged forehead. “Oh, cheers.”

Rory’s laugh rang out once more in the store, unable to stop the sudden snort. His reaction was everything she could ever hope for. Turning her head to look at him, she caught the smile that made the edges of his moustache twitch and curl, the lines on his face all deepening. God, he was handsome. Even if he was a bit of a prick. Her heart fluttered in her chest and it didn’t take long before he leaned in towards her, the smell of cigar smoke and spicy cologne filling her nostrils.

Cutting the distance between them, a scant space remained where his eyes met hers and they had no interest in losing focus. “And what would you say if this oily beggar decided to take you out for drinks, eh?”

“That’s assuming I even give you my number.”

“You tryin’ t’ tell me you’re not goin’ to?” With a heavy sigh, she reached into her purse and pulled out her address book and a pen. The scrawl of ink followed the click of the thrust device under her thumb as she wrote her number down on one of the empty lines of the Z section. “Seven. Friday night.” Pulling out the scrap of paper, Rory folded it up and tucked it into his pocket like it was a state secret, patting the material of his blazer with her hand. “You’d be foolish not to call.”

“Too bloody right I would be.” Curling a finger under her chin, he tilted her head up and kissed her cheek. “Friday night. See you then, Sinclair.”

#skelly writes #oc: rory sinclair #ship: you are the sword to my shield #80's au #record store au #prompt ask #thank you again E and I'm sorry it took me forever

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disasterbiwriter · 2 years ago

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literati au - snippets

because sharing the writing is (sometimes) more fun than DOING the writing, that's why.

Luke is a grouch, Jess eggs him on - some things never change.

Updated cultural references! Mostly so Rory can be into bands that aren't just drawn directly from Daniel Palladino's cultural catalogue!

Y'all, this version of Lane is now my official headcannon and she will steal your hearts.

Our boy will be immediately smitten with Rory no matter what universe, this much is true.

#literati #fanfic #fanfiction #au #stefan voice #this fic has everything #luke and jess being a family #lane and jess being townie besties #rory being hot and rich and smart as hell #family drama and romantic tension galore #gilmore girls

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goose-books · 4 years ago

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okay i don't know if you like dnd at all but the concept of the darkling characters playing dnd popped into my head and it is the single funniest thing i have ever thought of in my LIFE. pls share if you have any thoughts about that would go

IVE HAD THIS SIMMERING IN THE BACK OF MY MIND ALL DAY WHWHFBWFBS... the thing is that i actually have a TMR-as-a-dnd-game AU so it’s not like i’m NEW to the concept but i’ll admit the darkling characters are giving me a bit more trouble because they do not... know how to have fun. that said i did sit down to put down like two ideas and then more just kept spawning

rory is old hat at this, like, they definitely play dnd online with people and they know all the rules and have the handbook half-memorized so they’re the dm by default. this robs them of their desire to have a character with an incredibly elaborate novel-length backstory. they cope with this by giving all the NPCs elaborate novel-length backstories instead

vee starts cataloguing all the NPCs and drawing out their family trees because he knows he’s not gonna remember them otherwise

no one else is either but they don’t care

EXCEPT cressida who has an unnervingly impeccable memory for this sort of thing

vee also draws everyone’s character during the game but the downside of this is that they’re never paying attention and keep getting lost in their sketchbook and then looking up and going “wait where are we”

im not sure about ALL the character races but gracen’s a tiefling, ruby’s an elf, and jasper is -

“a half-elf?” gracen and ruby both guess at once

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean,” jasper says

“nothing,” ruby says

"it’s rude of you to assume -”

“well what are you then,” gracen says

jasper:

jasper: well. now i don’t want to say </3

cressida’s and jasper’s characters are both high int low wis but like. in very different ways

cressida in the “takes everyone flatly at their word and walks into traps” way

jasper in the “literally not a single ounce of critical thinking before acting” way

cressida gets really into the mechanical aspects of it all (like, the XP... the HP... the leveling up... the Moves... i don’t know very much about dnd DFHKDSFBSFBSFS)

similarly, gracen is very much into the Strategy of it all... she’s a chess player she’s not as good with self-made stories

ruby plays a barbarian but also boosts her stealth stats as much as she can she has a very specific secret-agent-esque skillset in her mind and she’s determined to make it come true at all costs also she’s the one focused on collecting in-game money

dany also plays a barbarian but she keeps putting herself in Situations and fucking dying and if rory has to revive her one more time they’re just gonna obliterate her character through some kind of unfair word of god move

jasper cheats.

WELL. he either cheats or he is actually rolling nat20s, like, every other turn. no one believes this but they haven’t caught him yet

his character is. god i don’t know things about dnd classes. one of the ones that does magic. he just casts charm spells on everyone they meet

and it always works!

one of these days rory’s gonna figure out how he’s cheating.

they swear to god. watch them.

#max.txt #LITERALLY I SAT DOWN WITH ONE IDEA AND THEN ALL OF THIS CAME OUT... SFDKHKFSDFJBSDFJBSFBSDSD #TYSM AVI SDFHSDFSDB #darkling tag #asks #avi-burton-writing

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mapleborealis · 5 years ago

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2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

so becuase of how i write (i’ll bounce around ideas and plot threads for a while before i actually get to the writing) this doesn’t….really happen to me? there has been situations where like in the DA RPG daniel and I have considered outcomes, but getting there needed a hard push that just wasnt likely to happen with rolls and such

i mean really the only time a narrative tells me “fuck you this is how its actually going” is when the grandiose idea in my head comes out as “he walked to the man. he used his vampire powers. blood.” and just generally… not being able to write what i see :(

5. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

oh, plenty! bioshock au doesn’t have a plot but i want SO BADLY to write in the world of rapture. writing is hard and i lose my momentum in about 4k words but sugar au is literally a whole ass like novel thing, before that uhhh oh halloween au or pirate au are the same reason as sugar au but are older stories.

bioshock au is just the most recent “Cant Write But Want To So Bad” situation, i’ve got a whole back catalogue of them tho. its sort of my MO.

7. tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write

oh boy i’m not sure who i write enough to really know this… i love rory of course and matthew williams was one of my longest fandom characters i rped…. this is hard lmao

8. have you identified any recurring elements or themes across your writing?

no because im lame. but i always make vampire aus so theres that eyes emoji. tell me what i always seem to write o sage peruse

(i kno we talked a while ago i like to explore identity but is there…more??)

19. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

now that i have to think of a cool fact i absolutely can’t think of a single thing, thanks brain. and lmao i still have my tabs up from that kh fic i just sent you, but kh has (mostly) good lore so i try to keep things canon. Then we have dragon age which is like Fuck You to the lore, but you still have to know the bones to fix it right, you know? but yeah i tend to research things (although not so much phrasing even though words can also give a sense of time/place hmm)

25. hey - what are you working on right now?

well i just sent it to you ehehe bringing more ienzo love into the world

also lowkey working on some killjoys stuff, i think i figured out the problem that was blocking me before

#ask #bestperuse

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