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Have y’all ever wanted to slowburn through the Stolen Century with Blupjeans?

So have we! 

Here’s chapter one of Break Every Clock by @landofstoryandsong and me. Take a peek at some of these tags:

Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, The Stolen Century, Meet-Cute, Alcohol, Crush at First Sight, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, We’re gonna hit this hard y’all, hard of hearing character, HoH!Lup

Enjoy!

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Chapters: 13/? Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kravitz/Taako (The Adventure Zone), Barry Bluejeans/Lup, Angus McDonald & Taako, Kravitz & Angus McDonald, Kravitz & Lup (The Adventure Zone), Barry Bluejeans & Kravitz, Lup & Taako (The Adventure Zone), Barry Bluejeans & Taako Characters: Kravitz (The Adventure Zone), Taako (The Adventure Zone), Barry Bluejeans, Lup (The Adventure Zone), Magnus Burnsides, Angus McDonald, The Raven Queen (The Adventure Zone), The Director | Lucretia, Davenport (The Adventure Zone) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Spoilers for taz balance, umbrastaff, Lup Breaks Out of the Umbrastaff Early, Pre-Episode: e060-066 The Stolen Century Parts 1-7, Spoilers for Episode: e060-066 The Stolen Century Parts 1-7, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Additional Relationships to Be Added, voidfish static, Zone of Truth, our good good boy is finally here, Kravitz wants to make a good first impression, mama bird is here, lup and barry are both liches, bard kravitz, angus interrogates kravitz, lucretia thinks there's something up with taako, taako talking to lup and barry when he doesn't remember them, lots of teasing going on, magnus gets some answers Summary:

Taako asked Kravitz to figure out what was up with his Umbrastaff. Kravitz still isn't sure how it could have gone worse.

CHAPTER 13 IS UP MY DUDES

IT’S BEEN A MONTH BUT I HAVEN’T DIED YET

ALSO there’s a huge thing that happens in this chapter that I didn’t plan when I started out but I’m really excited that happened

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“All you have to do,” the coin said, “is bring that gift to the wedding. Maybe, I don't know, wrap it in something nice before you give it to him. Tell him … tell him it's from an old friend who couldn't be there. Oh, shit, which reminds me, we probably shouldn't use our real name for this. There’ll be lots of ears there, and we can't risk anyone repeating it. If anyone asks, you’re, uh … Sildar. Sildar Hallwinter. Yeah. Okay. I’ll leave another message for you one week from today. That should give you plenty of time to get there and back, and then I’ll explain more about how you got here and what to do next. Good luck. Talk to you, uh, talk to you in a week.” 8k words, T rated for canonical violence and grief -- but it has its sweet moments too, I promise. This one grabbed me by the brain while I was in the middle of working on something else and wouldn’t let go until I wrote it down.

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in your warmth (i forget how cold it can get) [fic] [Chapter 1]

Fandom: The Adventure Zone Main Ship: BarryLup Rating: Mature Chapter Rating: K+ Summary: AU. Barry finds a ghost rummaging through the fridge in his new house. They make a deal. Notes: I haven’t written a multichapter fic in many, many years but the plot for this came to me in a starbucks at 8am after I got off a six hour shift on three hours of sleep. You can’t just say no to that. Read on AO3==>

Chapter 1: in the cold morning light

Barry stares at the form floating in his kitchen and finds no words to properly express the feelings he is experiencing toward the event transpiring before him.

There sure is a ghost hovering, back turned to him, right in front of his open fridge, rustling through the contents within.

"Uh," he finds himself saying, only half willingly, "can I... help you?"

The spectral form stills, a half eaten container of Chinese food in its not quite opaque hand.

For a split second Barry feels a jolt of fear run through him, brought on by the fact that holy shit he sure did just speak to a ghost holy shit a ghost just heard him that is definitely a thing that is happening right now.

But the second he feels his fight or flight response start to kick in any hopes he has of doing, well, anything to run or? Fight? The ghost? Are dashed like waves on a rocky shore. Before he can respond the ghost whirls around to face him in what would have been a pretty magnificent twirl of red robes if it had been alive and Barry can't help but flinch as he prepares for what he knows will be his untimely death.

Which... never comes. No- instead the ghost just gestures exaggeratedly at the slightly soggy paper box in its (hers? It- she's- definitely a young woman) hand, an expression of clear disdain crossing her features.

"You live like this?!" Needless to say, Barry finds himself to flabbergasted to respond. Or do... much of anything but just sort of stare at the ghost currently judging his eating habits. When he doesn't answer she sighs, rolling her eyes and tossing the sad, cold container into the sink. "Hello?" She calls, floating closer to him, waving a hand before his face. "Anybody in there?" She asks, "are you dead, nerd boy? Did my incredible, unearthly beauty kill you?" "Uh..." he starts again, trying to find his words as his brain slowly starts to reboot, "you're, uh, a ghost." The woman before him jerks back, gazing down at him with an incredulous look. She glances down at herself, holding her arms out as if to inspect them. "Oh shit you right," she says, following it up quickly with another roll of her eyes and a scoff. "Yeah, no duh, my dude, what gave it away? The floating? Or the fact that you can see through me but only kind of?" She hovers back and up a little to sit on the bar, crossing one leg over the other and folding her arms as she stares him down. "You're deflecting. Please tell me you usually eat better than that shit Chinese food." "H- hey," Barry defends, holding his hands up before him, "I- I just moved in a few days ago and I've been, uh, a- a little busy. I've barely even gotten my bedroom stuff unpacked, let alone anything else." He gives a sweeping gesture to the living room behind him, littered with stacks of cardboard boxes. "Cut a guy some slack." The woman (ghost? Woman? Ghostly woman?) on his bar frowns a little, looking him over. "So you don't usually eat like that?" "Like... what?" "Like a slob." Barry shakes his head quickly but also can't make eye contact with her, more than giving himself away. "N- no! Of course not I, uh, I... l- like I said, I've just been too busy to do much cooking... or shopping... or anything, really." He scratches the back of his neck, a little sheepish, "I just got a job teaching on campus and it was super last minute so it's just been... really hectic." She narrows her eyes at him, and Barry feels himself start to sweat under her analyzing gaze. "Okay liar," she says as she floats off the bar and then past him, holding up her hand when he opens his mouth to protest. "Not about the college thing," she clarifies, starting to look around at the boxes filling his living room, "about the cooking thing. I absolutely believe you teach at the college but you can't fool me for a second when it comes to your eating habits, nerd boy. I know your type." "I- I'm not that much of a nerd-" "Oh yeah?" She asks, turning back toward him and planting her hands on her hips, "whatcha teach, then, my dear scholarly gentleman?" He feels the blush creep across his cheeks before he can stop it. "Recognizing Signs of Necromancy." The ghost gives a little laugh before returning to her inspection of the boxes. "That's pretty nerdy, my guy. Back in my prime I was all about Evocation which, as everyone knows, is by far the coolest school of magic." Barry can't help but perk up as she starts talking about magic, feeling a little more in his element. Before he realizes what he's doing he finds himself following her around his living room, trailing after her as she flits from box to box. "Oh? You were a wizard, then? M- me too!" "Still a wizard, thanks, and yeah, got that part. What with the whole Necromancy Teacher and all that." "Well it's, uh, actually more like Anti Necromancy, but-" "Still stands- super nerdy." She stops on a dime- so quickly that Barry almost walks straight through her, but forces himself to stop and stumble just a bit to avoid doing so. She looks around the room a few times, her robes moving about her in an ethereal kind of way- slow and exaggerated, like they were in water- before ultimately turning back to Barry. "Pans." He blinks up at her, confused at her sudden statement. Demand? "Excuse me?" "Your pans. Pots? Cooking instruments?" She gestures to the boxes, "which one are they in? None of your shit is labelled. How are you planning on finding literally anything you need in this mess?" "I, uh-" She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Okay, never mind, I'll find them myself. It'll take less time than you trying to figure it out. Tell you what," she plants herself on one of the taller stacks of boxes, not unlike how she did on the bar, "ya girl is, like, double dying to cook something again- it's been like, I dunno, a long fuckin' time since I've been able to and, not to brag, but I'm hella rad in the kitchen. And you, nerd boy-" "Barry." "'Scuse?" "My name? It's Barry," he repeats, crossing his arms, "maybe you could call me my actual name instead of, uh, nerd boy?" A pause hangs heavy in the air between them as he and the ghost woman stare each other down, waiting for the other to break. It doesn't last very long. Clearly, the woman lacks that kind of patience. "Okay, Barold-" "It's just Barry." "Okay, Barry," she huffs, "listen I don't have to offer to make you the best dinner you've probably had in the last, like, ten years you know," she tells him, another frown creasing her mouth, "I'm taking pity on you, Barry, because Gods have mercy you look like you need it." She holds a hand up, stopping his protest before it starts, "don't argue. You know I'm right. So anyway, if you bring me the ingredients I ask you to, I'll make you the most bomb-ass meals, like, ever. I also won't terrorize the ever living shit out of house to the point of forcing you to leave. You get to eat and live here and I get to cook and chill, sound good? Mutually beneficial arrangement." Barry gives himself a few seconds to mull it over, trying to think of anyway this could go wrong. Then, without warning, what she said fully sinks in. "Wait... what exactly do you mean by 'terrorize' and 'won't force me to leave'?" Cocking her head, she raises an eyebrow at him curiously. "What do you mean what do I mean?" She asks quizzically, "I mean just that. I won't terrorize you and force you to leave my house. Why do you think this place was so cheap? The squeaky plumbing?" "...the plumbing's squeaky?" "Barold, I like you, you seem reasonable enough," she tells him, giving a little nod, "you didn't do, well, anything when you found me sorting through your fridge at, what is it, 5am? So you're either reasonable or, like, really stupid and right now I'm hoping it's the former. You also haven't questioned the presence of a ghost in the house you just paid good money for which, frankly, I like in a person." "I do actually have some questions about that," he tells honestly, "I just, uh, didn't really know how to bring it up? Without sounding rude." The grin she gives him is cheeky and wide and she makes the motion of clapping him on the shoulder, though her hand phases right through him (which he finds to be one of the most uncomfortable sensations of his life and is immediately overcome with relief that he didn't stumble through her). "That's cute, Barry, real cute. And we'll get there, we'll get there, but right now- how 'bout that cooking deal?" He doesn't really think he has much of a choice in the matter. And really, even if he did, this unexpected ghost in his house looks so happy at the prospect of just getting to cook, he doesn't think he could turn her down even if he wanted to. "Uh, yeah, sure? I guess... that sounds pretty good." The holler of excitement she gives nearly scares him to death as she proceeds to throw her fist and then herself up into the air, spinning as she goes straight through the ceiling and up through the second floor. "Yes!" He hears her call distantly, "you won't regret it!" And then suddenly she's behind him again, giving him a start yet again. "I'll leave you a list of what to get, yeah?" She tells him, all toothy grins, "anything you can't eat? Won't eat? Tell me now or forever hold your peace." "Uh, milk?" "No dairy, gotcha." She floats around him, forcing him to turn in circles to follow her, "okay, yeah, I'll leave you a list of what to get on the bar." Barry catches her glancing back at the clock on the wall, and then outside, "yeah. I won't be around much longer, so I gotta get on this. You can stay if you want but I can't promise I'll be real interesting, so..." Barry gives a little shake of his head, "no, I, uh, I'll leave you to it? I kinda... wanna get a little more sleep. Or see if I, uh, I guess end up waking up from this? I'm not one hundred percent convinced this isn't a dream, so." She laughs again, bright and hot like a flame. "I get that, dude, you get some shut eye for the both of us, huh?" She winks. Barry flushes. She laughs again. "Barold, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

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Sometimes, you get arrested and your crewmate tries to pick a fight with a Power Bear.

Sometimes, innocent mistakes make you think.

This is fine.

The slow burn continues as the crew tries to engage with local leadership in their own language. Mistakes are made, laughs are had, and steps are taken on a century-long journey.

Join myself and @landofstoryandsong on a long, so long, extremely long romp through the Stolen Century!

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Brad decides that overtime is the new normal. Kravitz decides that actually, can't he just pine after Taako in secret, instead of risking desolation with some silly confession?

Taako may not know what's up with these assholes, but he only needs one good push to switch gears from 'rolling with the punches' to 'double homicide'.

Chapter 16 of Vibing and Keeping It Tight, co-written by me and @tansyfandom is here! Also check out the playlist, full of nostalgic tunes from the boys’ younger days (and where I’ve been getting all these chapter titles!) Playlist link here

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Chapters: 12/? Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kravitz/Taako (The Adventure Zone), Barry Bluejeans/Lup, Angus McDonald & Taako, Kravitz & Angus McDonald, Kravitz & Lup (The Adventure Zone), Barry Bluejeans & Kravitz, Lup & Taako (The Adventure Zone), Barry Bluejeans & Taako Characters: Kravitz (The Adventure Zone), Taako (The Adventure Zone), Barry Bluejeans, Lup (The Adventure Zone), Magnus Burnsides, Angus McDonald, The Raven Queen (The Adventure Zone), The Director | Lucretia, Davenport (The Adventure Zone) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Spoilers for taz balance, umbrastaff, Lup Breaks Out of the Umbrastaff Early, Pre-Episode: e060-066 The Stolen Century Parts 1-7, Spoilers for Episode: e060-066 The Stolen Century Parts 1-7, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Additional Relationships to Be Added, voidfish static, Zone of Truth, our good good boy is finally here, Kravitz wants to make a good first impression, mama bird is here, lup and barry are both liches, bard kravitz, angus interrogates kravitz, lucretia thinks there's something up with taako, taako talking to lup and barry when he doesn't remember them, lots of teasing going on, magnus gets some answers Summary:

Taako asked Kravitz to figure out what was up with his Umbrastaff. Kravitz still isn't sure how it could have gone worse.

Shorter chapter than usual but the next one is gonna be crazy!!!!

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It’s Angus’s first Candlenights after the Day of Story and Song, and he’s spending it with the people who matter most. But will an important Candlenights surprise be ruined? Will someone’s dark secret be revealed? Or will everything turn out okay in the end because this is a lighthearted fanfic and even these goofballs can’t mess up a holiday about family and love? Careful gumshoe, don’t jump to conclusions! It’s the Adventure Zone! 

7k words, rated G for fluffy Candlenights wholesomeness (give or take some responsible adult substance use). Taagnitz household, some blupjeans plot, other canon ships in the background and like half of the main cast on the guest list. This may or may not also be a dragon Angus fic. What does your heart believe?