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    A universe where the ships are small and the crews are made up of roughly 3-10 ish people.

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    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].

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    29 Sep 2026

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    At Sokka’s behest, the Gaang skips rescuing Zuko during the Siege at the North Pole. Instead they leave him, unconscious, buried in the snow.

    In completely unrelated news, Sokka’s haunted by a ghost now.

     

    (If you'd like more details before deciding to read this story, look here for spoilers.)

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    28 Sep 2026

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    What the title says. About 11 years ago (from my perspective; relativity is weird) I was launched into space onboard the Hail Mary to figure out a solution to the Astrophage problem. Now I live on an alien planet I call Erid, in the 40-Eridani system. Yes, I’m actually Ryland Grace. Ask me anything.

    Also, can someone please tell me if Eva Stratt is alive? And ideally send me a video of you punching her in the face? Guess that’s a long shot, but it can’t hurt to ask.

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    Grace and Rocky figure out how to connect to Earth's internet from Erid. They may not have thought this through.

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    Grace had joked, occasionally, that they were a liquid and I was a solid, two completely different states of matter; it was a joke because it was an exaggeration, an overstatement. In reality, Grace had bones and teeth, and I had blood and steam, but we both enjoyed the pretense that we were more different than we were. It reminded us that our new friendship was something rare, something strange and special. Grace called themself a blob and called me a hunk of granite (a great insult that I was saving to use again on Erid), or they called themself a water balloon and called me a little mountain, or themself a puddle and me a pile of rocks: and they tilted at me, the human mouth tilt they called a smile, and that tilt always made me think again, lovingly, about the enormous odds against us ever having met.

    Stone and water, water and stone. That comparison, even as a joke, never failed to ring a bell deep inside of me. Because I would think about erosion, about the long slow beat of water against rock, and I would think about how the rock was always, in the end, consumed.

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    23 Sep 2026

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    It was, like all things between us, a process of trial and error, miscommunication and startling insight, joy and failure. Even the failures were a source of joy, as we learned more about each other, about what would bring pleasure, what would bring pain or discomfort, what we wanted from one another. Our species' sex practices were . . . not the same. But Grace could tap me, and I could stroke them, and in the end, we were similar in this way too, or similar enough. Grace's orgasms were amazing, both in their similarity to my own resonating peaks and in their differences, but when we had stroked and opened and rubbed and entered and knocked each other, we were both left wet: leaking and disgusting and satisfied. Grace is like Rocky, I thought, wonderingly, after our first time having sex together. Grace and Rocky are alike.

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