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O, swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.---
She needs to pray. She’s done it every night, before bed, since before she can remember. Her prayers to Shar are etched into her mind at this point. Unlike most thoughts, most memories, they were never to be forgotten.
She tries to push the old, well-worn phrases from her mind, getting up, settling back onto her knees and closing her eyes. The position is familiar, easy. She folds her hands in her lap, and waits for words to come to her.
They don’t.
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Or: Shadowheart has questions about Selûne. Isobel helps.
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“I took Ba Sing Se, not Uncle, and certainly not you; I got us this far. You’re stealing what’s rightfully mine. If anyone should get to see this, it’s me, and you should be grateful I’m here because you couldn’t end the war on your own!”
The words are tremulous with emotion, rushing and almost painful for how they scrape past her teeth, and still, even she knows they sound petulant—a child’s concern. But she is loud, and more than that, she’s right. All Azula has ever wanted is the respect of standing at her father’s side and—pitifully—the love inherent to the honor. She can’t lose it when she’s this close.
But then Azula’s father steps towards her, and his fist is wreathed in fire, the temperature of his flame so hot it’s blue—her blue—where it’s closest to his skin.
Azula hardly has time to process what’s going to happen before his palm meets her cheek in a slap.
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The day before Sozin’s Comet returns, Azula finds that Zuko is not the only child her father is willing to strike, and Azula’s destiny changes.
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21 Jun 2026
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soso good i teared up a little, an amazing azula centric fic <3
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[Time passes oddly. Between one second and the next, Sokka has the Fire Lord pinned to the wall with his hands around the bastard’s throat. Golden eyes (one gold eye, his mind whispers) widen in shock.
“Sokka?” he chokes out. And then he smiles.
What the fuck?
“Sokka, I—”
Sokka slams his head against the wall, once, twice, and the smile wipes off his face. Good.
“What,” Sokka bites out, “have you done to my sister?”]
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An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage.
But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends.
Yeah, nah.
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18 Jun 2026
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resting fields and empty temples by SarsparillaSparrow (Bundibird)
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)
07 May 2026
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Sokka's not going to let his little sister lose her soulmate to the bowels of a Fire Nation ship. Even if it kills him.
[The long-awaited sequel to hollow hearts and hateful souls.]
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17 Jun 2026
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In which Astarion is an ex-olympic figure skater and Gale is a famous musician. They get paired together as Dancing on Ice's first ever same sex couple. Shenanigans ensue.
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“How did you even get in? I very definitely remember locking up.”
“Ah,” Gale looks ever-so-slightly abashed. Only slightly, though. Mostly he looks a little proud of himself. “You know how the receptionist is always asleep?”
Astarion's eyebrows shoot up.
“Gale Dekarios, you shady thing.”
“I only borrowed it! He's never been awake enough to ask about spares, so. It was easier to just sort it out myself.”
“It would have been easier to ask me,” Astarion points out.
“Mmmm,” Gale hums, doubtfully. “I don't know if I'd ever consider you the ‘easier’ option, Astarion, I feel that would be doing your commitment to cantankerousness a great disservice.”
I'd be extremely easy if you weren't so fucking annoying, Astarion thinks.
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30 Nov 2025
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Possibly one of my favourite BG3 fics quite literally ever and the thing that got me into ice dance :) left off at chapter 38 on 1/5/26
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"Volo," said Tav.
"Would taste like blackstaff wine," Astarion said. "Boisterous, bright, and unbalanced."
"I like that," said Tav. She was sprawled on cushions, sorting through their supplies for dinner. "Different from the namesake, but it works. Your turn."
"The hag," Astarion suggested.
"Oh gods," said Tav. "That's an interesting one. Something that starts lovely, but with an awful surprise. Elverquisst, but there's a rotting fish at the bottom of the bottle."
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A troupe-master bard is plucked up by the Nautiloid. She transitions from directing plays to directing an adventuring party and becomes immediate chaos-gremlin-besties with the rogue. This has a number of almost disastrous consequences and involves far more talking about feelings than any vampire should reasonably be expected to do.
A story about a bunch of traumatized people becoming better, because that can happen when you find yourself in a new place and suddenly have a support network.
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23 Mar 2026