I have no idea what this says but it's still adorable.

In which Ariadne scrutinizes Arthur and his relationships with everyone. Which contains the lines: "Ariadne thinks maybe she does know the reason why Arthur appeals to her. She's a worldbuilder and he's a strong foundation." I loved everyone in this, Ariadne and her little paranoid ticks, Eames' impishness, and Arthur's eternal stability. Lovely.

In which Ariadne's a trained assassin and their relationship is really fucked up. But haha, some of her lines were awesome.

In which they're all at Hogwarts together and their lives are a WWN soap and it's all good. THIS WAS AMAZING. I didn't stop grinning the entire time I was reading, and sometimes I wasn't just grinning, I was in gigglefits like a toddler with a respiratory issue. Anything Eames said or did was golden, Arthur's detachment was fond and not alienating, everything with Cobb and Mal was hilariously awful, and Ariadne was as lovely as Arthur sees her. A great view into an awesome AU world. I only wish it had been longer.

In which Arthur is kind of screwed up, and Ariadne kind of isn't. I liked this because Ariadne was a normal girl, but precocious and interesting in her own way. Arthur came off as dream-like and taciturn, but he's not the focus here. My interest is all on Ariadne, and on that front, this fic delivers. More Ariadne fic, okay? ://

In which Eames notices that Arthur has been extra nice to Ariadne, on all levels of their interaction. ELLE-OH-ELLE.

In which Ariadne marries Robert for all the wrong reasons, and can't seem to let go of Arthur for so many right ones, but sometimes doing the right thing trumps any reason at all. Interesting, layered, full-bodied look at Ariadne that I loved.

Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me.
Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped spinning his top and switched to a loaded die, he could end the movie without a cliffhanger.
Look down, back up, where are you? You’re in an elevator. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s a chess piece with two new scarves. Look again, the scarves are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man can dream it. I’m on the ceiling.

In which Arthur has a choking kink. Not really my idea of a good time, but punchline here was kind of delightful.

In which a beautifully cracked out errant comment prompts a beautifully seriousbusiness ficlet.

In which they move in together and it's an interesting dynamic where Ariadne sweeps through and Arthur just lets himself be swept. Lovely, quiet little domestic fic.