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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Historians Hate Him

(Bonus: Lost footage of WWX's death)

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[fangirl-k8ee-ladyknight]

I need a fanfic where everyday after four am training, Jamie sends a “Roy-cast” to the team chat letting them know Roy’s general mood for the day and what he predicts practice is going to look like for the day.

When Roy takes over as gaffer, he stops the private training with Jamie to avoid accusations of favoritism. Within two weeks the team beg him to start back up again because:

1) him and Jamie are sniping at each other again and while it’s not loan season bad, it’s making everyone anxious and clearly the two of them need that time together to get it out of their system everyday, and more importantly,

2) they need the Roy-cast back because it’s fucking with everyone’s breakfast choices and now Will doesn’t know when to have extra towels ready or to make a larger batch of sport drink.

[jackalspine]

I know Young Justice S1 and Teen Titans tv timelines literally cannot exist together but like.. what if robin is just The Overachiever of ever.

Full time job of maintaining seven continuity errors at once

Teen titans origin story happening in like . A weekend off from being a full time student and being on the team lol

[vangs0]

Commission for @//sari.math

[lsunstreakerl]

aaaaand the 550 word follow up of Gianpiero's first nest.

Max has his back against the wall, watching as Gianpiero pulls another blanket out of the box. The delivery had surprised him- he wasn't sure what Gianpiero possibly could have ordered to need such a huge container, but apparently it's some kind of... nesting kit.

He's not entirely sure.

Gianpiero stares at the assorted soft things on the ground and the couch, hands on his hips.

"I don't suppose you have any idea how we're supposed to do this?"

Max does not. He's a little confused on why Gianpiero is nesting- he may have dropped out of school, but it's somewhat common knowledge that alphas can't build a nest.

Maybe Gianpiero has a condition or something. A medical need to nest.

Gianpiero blows out all his air, rolling his sleeves up.

"Alright then. It can't be that hard."

------

Max quietly pulls up another article forum about 'building a nest as an alpha'. He's been opening them in new tabs for Gianpiero, because it had taken all of twenty minutes for him to realize it is hard.

Gianpiero squints at the screen.

"What does that mean, 'additional ambience'? How am I supposed to do that?"

Max shrugs- it's not like he knows. He's never made a nest before, and even though he's always heard about how it's 'instinct', it's an instinct he doesn't seem to have.

Even looking at the living room, all he can think is that it's a bit of a travesty- there's no urge to fix it.

Gianpiero turns back to the living room.

"Okay, get it together GP. You've got walls, and the fluffy floor, and it 'looks round'- whatever that means."

He throws his hands up.

"But it doesn't look like a nest."

Max slides out of his chair, quietly padding over to Gianpiero's side. Not too close- but close enough to look at it from the same angle Gianpiero is looking from.

He hasn't seen a whole lot of nests, but it looks nest-adjacent. It's maybe missing a pillow here and there, if Max had to guess.

Gianpiero looks from Max to the nest, dejected.

"I think this might be the best I can do. I'm sorry, Max."

Gianpiero doesn't need to be sorry- that's stupid. Max doesn't need a nest at all, but if Gianpiero needs one...

He carefully grabs one of the pillows from the box, gingerly settling it in one of the sadder looking corners.

He steps back next to Gianpiero, who's looking softy at him, scent smoothing into something warm and proud.

"I think you fixed it, honestly. It looks much better now."

Max raises an eyebrow.

Gianpiero winces.

"Okay- it looks more like a nest than whatever I was doing."

All Max did was add a pillow.

They're both lingering at the edge of it, but Max pauses, confused. It's...

Culturally, he's pretty sure an alpha is supposed to ask an omega if they can come into the nest.

But this is technically Gianpiero's nest. As in, he built it. So does Max need to wait for Gianpiero to tell him it's okay?

He blinks at Gianpiero.

Gianpiero blinks at him.

"How about we both just use it, and we'll keep the etiquette breach between us?"

Max can get behind that plan.

[the-candle-slime]

*two red eyes peer at you from the dark in the woods, their teeth chatter slightly*

W-what are you..?

-@the-lost-hidden

*I yelp a bit and jump back*

I c-could ask the same to you...?

[johncon]

🎆bibbidy boop jumpin jive, you are now only five!🎆

There came a sparking BANG as the magic hit Constantine, bowling him over. A few minutes later, he blinked and sat up, his clothes puddling around his tiny frame. "Wha' happened?" the child mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Mum? Y'here?" Stepping out of the too-large pants but keeping the huge t-shirt on like a gown, John trotted to a dresser and opened the bottom-most drawer. Within was clothes Mum and Dad would never have let him wear... But they were brill! John grinned as he held the black skull tee in his size aloft. "Too cool," he whispered, and felt a sort of shiver in the air at his approval. A quick change later, and John was out the door and on the move, scampering down the halls and trying the door handles to see where he could go.

[the-janitor-esc]

(( tw: Fear Gas: Extreme fatigue, Emotional instability, Paranoia, Lack of motor control, Lack of reasoning skills, and Hallucinations. Fire.

I never let TJ escape a good angst opportunity, but their response to aerosols are always delayed, and I didn't want to disrupt the community moving on from the Fear Gas <3))

[ The Janitor lays in a barren room, trying to wait out the clumsiness curse. It'll only be a couple hours; it is annoying to lay still and idle, but it is better than breaking things (or someone).

It starts with the smell of smoke. Unfortunately, the smell of smoke is not uncommon in the Evil Science Center; someone's always burning something or setting something on fire.

The cyberspiders will handle whatever it is; they will continue to lay on the floor.

There is sparks in the corner of their vision, just under the door jam. The Janitor sits up as fingers of flame reach under the door, and they are promptly on their feet by the time the walls catch.

Their first attempt at leaping up into a vent fails; they pick themself up from the ground and make it on the second, banging through the vents far noisier than they normally would. They fall out of the vents into a hallway, thankfully not on fire.

Where are they? It looks familiar, but it is like a word on the tip of their non-existent tongue. The colors are wrong, but the smells and atmosphere are right. They start to walk, but it is a slog.

Then, voices, familiar and beloved voices humming, laughing, and screaming in the distance. The Janitor rushes in the direction of the scream. They can't let anyone know their beloved humans are here, wherever here is. ]

( If you're watching cameras or just loitering around the halls, you see The Janitor sprinting; they fall, but get back up and immediately start sprinting again, bumping against the walls. If you watch them, they smack at their uniform and bandages from time to time. You hear them calling "Wait!", "Where are you?", "Come back!", and "Fire! Get out!". )

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

Open to Anyone

Muse- Dominique Luca

Relationship- Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Husband/Wife

Mun's Notes - This can go across any fandom, any ships, with any muse of your choice

Plot - Luca is home after work and just out of the shower before date night, whether it's a romantic quiet night or a wild night is entirely up to you 😉

Luca only really took long showers whenever his back was hurting and because he had been overdoing it at the gym to keep in shape, and in the field as a SWAT officer, he had done something to aggravate his back. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to be attending date night. Sometimes, it felt like they barely spent any time together, so date night's were always special.

"Hey, babe." He called over to the bed where his partner was lying on top of the bed. "Have you decided if we're going out or staying in? Cause I'm good with either. Just let me get some of that medicated cream and take some painkillers, and I'm good to go." He looked over their body, smiling to himself because he was the luckiest guy on earth.

[darlinghearts]

OPEN TO : M (gimmie a Is.ra.el Bro.ussa.rd type of nerdy / cute, doesn't have to be HIS fc just the type for added bonus lol) CONNECTION : Greek life / college peer / lab partner type / stranger at a party / etc idk just gimmie something sweet for Twy please lol, she deserves it after being so grumpy

❝I swear to GOD if you hit me with some stupid pick up line right now, I'm GOING to punch you in the face.❞ Excuse her, she's been having a BAD day. Stoic expression lifted just SLIGHTLY then as a brow quirked upward and her head cocked to the side, POISED for his next reaction. Her fist wasn't clenched YET, but God was she ready.

[linsaangs]

2025 embroidery comm prices :]

[nomadjones]

dallas 📲 open.

Dallas: Is working every 24 hour shift you're asked to do for nearly six months enough to justify taking a week off? Dallas: Or is a week off in February pointless in itself. @aurorabaystarter

[opbackgrounds]

The present day party with the Straw Hats is taking place within the ruins of Thriller Bark, but I refuse to believe that Moriah owns a baby grand piano exactly like the one that the Rumbar Pirates used. That means someone had to go through the effort of hauling it onto Thriller Bark in the first place, which would be an enormous hassle, but also that Brook is starting his second adventure playing on the same instrument where he ended his first.

Really, you could look at Brook joining the Straw Hats as a sort of rebirth and his time stuck on the Florian Triangle as more of a Limbo state between true life and death.

[24-05txt]

[Excerpt of a journal found in the possession of one Captain John Price, dated 02.03.24]

Zombies.

Nothin' much more to say than that.

As expected, world's gone to shit.

People have died.

Some are still holdin' on.

Shitton of research. Ethics on that went out the door.

Not ashamed to say I think about handing them both over sometimes.

Our domesticated animals.

The academic types would be all over them for certain.

Zombies that don't bite? Trained, walking corpses?

Could bring us leaps and bounds closer to a cure.

On the otherhand... could just turn into a science fair project.

I wouldn't do that to my boys.

Even if I did, I wouldn't live long after. Because Simon isn't dead.

At least, I don't think he is.

No-one has been able to get close enough to confirm... Aside from Soap.

And Soap is definitely dead.

We thought the poor muppet had a stroke, at first; struggling to talk. To move.

Put him on bedrest. Ghost took watch (wouldn't give it up).

Didn't suspect a thing of either of them until I caught Ghost feeding him raw meat.

(Still don't know where it came from.)

They were quarantined for a bit. Ghost hadn't spoken for weeks at that point.

Just stared at us. Sat beside MacTavish.

He tried to break out when Soap started to go hungry.

I could have put them out of their misery.

Should have.

Gaz was on watch when Ghost finally broke out.

(Soap was too weak to walk by then.)

Let him go hunting. He brought back a body.

We didn't bother locking them up again.

No one has noticed yet. Not enough of a system left to report them to anyway. Options are to ignore it or shoot them yourself.

Guess their work makes up for it. Plenty of reason to turn a blind eye.

Soap is as well-behaved as ever. Quick on the uptake for someone who can hardly string a sentence together.

Simon is the worst he's ever been, but competent. Deadly. More ruthless than before.

Still hasn't spoken a word.

Suppose he is dead. Funny that his heart stayed beating once it finally took.

[tr1cked]

please know that genitalia does not equate to gender ! do be cautious when talking about this matter with your muses; TRANS MUSES DO EXIST & ARE VALUED !

[novaxanomaly]

Father-Son Day || Nikolai/Lucifer || Open Starter

Lucifer, the fallen angel, had started living here, and pretending to be human. Even going as far as giving himself a human name, Nikolai. He had children from multiple mothers all over the world and it wasn't uncommon for one of them to walk into his life and demand attention.

Nikolai lifted his head up to look at his child, "How about we spend some time together, hmm?" He asked, tilting his head to the side just a bit. "We don't do that much, huh?"