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[makulmanjhi]

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[teknoctarkamacska]

Honestly it's so funny to me how they all rush to advice harry in the swipe right job

Breanna (gets nervous and awkward around crushes and can't date longterm because it interferes with her work): harry you have so much to learn. from me

Sophie (cannot stop grifting for a moment): first of all choose what 'self' you want to use

Eliot (meets and parts with people in the most extreme situations possible): i meet my partners in the normal way

Parker (with the great expertise of the grand total of 1 relationship): pfft it's easy

[pushing500]

Sometimes arguments need to be solved in the moment by an android bashing your head against your twin's to shut you both up, but that doesn't mean you can get away with not apologising later.

"Nexorust" is a cool as hell name for a revenant, I have to admit. Hopefully, this development will help us track the monster down, just as soon as Alistair has finished the containment facility and the disruptor flare packs!

In the meantime, with our best socialiser hypnotised and our second-best socialiser deathresting, it looks like it's up to Kwahu to trade with these nice traders...

Well, shit. On second thought, let's put a hold on those disruptor flare packs for just one sec and scramble to finish the holding platform...

This time, the revenant hypnosis was interrupted! Was that thanks to a small army of trigger-happy traders, or something else popping up in the nick of time...?

I love this vampire man. Randy choreographed that deathrest to finish just in time for a dramatic entrance, and I love him for it.

Welcome back, Jut. You have a LOT to catch up on!

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[konakoro]

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[magnificentbirb]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN JV WASN’T LOCKED IN FOR THE LONG TERM ALREADY

[lazywriter-artist]

Chapter one

Homecoming

Finally.

The warmth of the Terran sun slowly bathed over the trio as they stepped off of the ‘Macragge’s honor’. A number of ultramarines stood tall in salute as the three Primarchs passed by. Guilliman felt as a lump formed in his throat when his gaze trailed over his sons, and up to the golden palace of Terra. By the throne. This looming sense of dread could not be shaken from the back of his mind, not helped in the slightest by the masses gathering and gawking as if this were some glorious parade, but he couldn’t turn back now. Guilliman couldn’t even begin to imagine what the masses thought of his brothers, of Magnus... He and his brothers had made it so far already, and father couldn’t be left unchecked. Not anymore. They had to do something, anything, to make father grow up and get a grip. Sigh. Such a state of mind was one Guilliman would have never thought himself capable of fabricating on his own…that was until now he supposed.

You know, it was strange to be by Magnus’s side again…much stranger to the gawking, watchful eyes of the Terran populace they walked amongst, no doubt. He was pretty sure most didn’t even know of Magnus…and even fewer expected…such a form as the one his brother undertook now. He knew even after the arduous journey aboard the ship, with time to readjust and remember his brother’s figure, it still caught him off guard at times. Guilliman was just glad Dorn seemed to be taking it well too, there had been some tensions upon the reunion that had worried Guilliman. Even now, while Magnus had agreed to help them, Guilliman could feel something was not entirely honest in the why…but he trusted Magnus. He couldn’t place why, after millennia of what felt like confirmation to the contrary of trusting Magnus’s judgment, his mind still placed faith with his brother. Maybe it was a longing for a past that never was, or something that could have been. He did not want his mind clouded by the fog of ‘what if’s. They were in the now. Though…even still, something trusted Magnus. Perhaps, he could sense a burning passion that coursed through even Dorn in their conversations of father’s ill behavior, thus forming a burning and quiet pact that they needed to make things right, even if they all had different reasons.

…

Yes. That was it, Guilliman decided. They united themselves under the trust of their quiet pact. Their pact to rectify father’s behavior. Precisely…

His thought spiral was disturbed as there came the cheers of some Terran civilians at the sight of the three- well, he supposed Dorn and himself were the main reason, but he wanted to try and think of this as merely a mission like they used to go on. Before… everything. When they were still brothers. Well- certainly they were all still brothers, it would be foolish to insinuate they weren’t still related and tied together by their father’s blood coursing through each of them. Though…even more foolish would be to deny that there wasn’t a change in the way they spoke to one another now. Thinking about it this way? The idea that they were merely returning home to the praise of dozens for their work after using each of their strengths to save some distant far off world? It made the things he was about to do feel just that little bit more honorable. Just- just don’t think about it. They were simply reporting back to Terra after a successful mission with Magnus and Roboute merely having a long itemized list to report back to father with. It was a wonderful mission, he decided, the planet had greeted them with great kindness and open arms. That is why the civilians cheered. They were merely so successful and had done such a great job making peace that all the cogs fit nicely into place, no casualties at that. Yes. Didn’t his brothers recall? Simply a check up, a peace mission. You rarely get to go on those! Father will be glad to hear about it. Yes. yes he will…

Roboute felt that lump form again in his throat at the thought, when did his armor get so tight? He didn’t recall Terra being so hot. He felt like he was cooking in a portable oven. His gaze ran over the heads of his sons once again. Over the heads of the populace. His sight shot back and forth between the towering buildings, the bustling walkways, his mind churning through all the little noises he heard. The quiet chatter. The screams of joy. The pushing and shoving. The footsteps. The gasps, the idle street conversations being halted— he felt like the world was spinning around him. Like there was nowhere to go– was he always so light headed?

Oh dear.

He couldn’t keep deluding himself like this, could he? No…The cheers being silenced by the heavy stomps of Magnus behind him told him so. The fearful gazes of horror and some semblance of disgust when they caught sight of his brother told him so. The way his body perspired and muscles contorted in ways he never thought possible for a primarch told him so. The way his gaze landed back upon those towering, glimmering pillars of gold which concealed his father, who he never in a million years thought would use that grandiose booming voice of his to echo orders down the bustling halls again, told him so. Deep down, as much as he dreaded to admit it, His own senses told him so.

Taking in this acceptance, he’d draw a deep breath, his mind shutting out the ambient noise. His eyes focused forward as he’d quickened his pace. Reminding himself as he walked:

Steel your nerves, Roboute Guilliman. There is work to be done. You have never shied away from your duties, especially duties to better your home. Finish your task, with great care as you’ve always done. Steel your nerves, Roboute Guilliman.

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[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[tennessoui]

foolproof, foolhardy epilogue chapter

just posted the epilogue for my stacy's mom au fic!

(unfortunately no smut :( i started writing it but it just didn't fit the flow of the chapter as well as i wanted....but the fic is now a series on ao3!! cause i want to write the dirtybadguiltynocommunication sex they would be capable of having should they have fucked before talking)

[cobra-creampuff]

universal basic income save me. universal basic income. save me universal basic income.

[kebriones]

Am I being unreasonable or should companies schedule video call interviews in advance with you rather than suddenly DM you on insta like "let's do the interview right now"?

[dairogo]

Retrospective

Summary: Riza doesn’t want to read glorification of the Ishval Civil War – especially not with her name attached to it.

A short piece in three installments over three days, written to ease into the atmosphere and characters of my Royai Week 2025 fic.

This fic can be read independently, although there are connected stories in the same self-canon. I'll begin posting the RW2025 fic on Ao3 on Monday and will link it at the end of this sequence, but the other, Order 3066, has already been posted in completion.

Part One:

In a 5-year retrospective on the Ishval Civil War, reporter Stephan Gulde strives to build a complete picture of our incredible soldiers. Last week you read his report on the desert conditions endured by the average soldier, biting sandstorms and blistering heat! Today, we present a collection of his interviews regarding the women who served amongst our troops, in roles ranging through transportation, communications, medical and combat. These women have gone on to play integral parts in our society, continuing to make great strides in the military, or in civilian roles as mothers, business owners, and even emergency first responders. Stephan seeks to illuminate the important role women played in helping the war effort, and highlights one of our more prominent individuals, The Hawk’s Eye.

Full story starts on page twelve.

Riza considered just throwing the magazine out. There were better things to do with her time than read propaganda with her name pasted over it. Unpack her boxes. Meet her new neighbours. Finally go grocery shopping. At this rate, she’d have been at Central for a month before she used a frying pan. Instead she readied herself with a biscuit and a cup of tea for fortification, and turned to page twelve.

If Annika hadn’t called to give her a heads up – in warning and apology both – Riza might not have realised they’d gone ahead with their ridiculous article. Scanning for her own name, Riza didn’t linger anywhere she didn’t have to – she already knew what Ishval had been like without some half-cobbled stories – but since her refusal to interview hadn’t diverted them, then she needed to be certain that no unhelpful connections were made that would disrupt her role with Colonel Mustang right when they were already swamped with bureaucracy.

The interviews were conducted loosely, in a style she had to assume provided more space for the subjects to blather on and offer rope to hang themselves with – or her. The descriptions of work in Ishval made her toes curl, teeth grinding as she tried not to sink back into the long, boring, hot, itching days staring through her scope, or the horrible adrenaline of closer encounters.

Interviewees’ names had been shortened to initials, but at the bottom of the first page, where questions about her started to emerge, Riza spent long enough considering what they said that she began to form an idea of who had said what.

S.G.: During her time in Ishval, The Hawk’s Eye became a known and respected figure. As some of the women who shared her first barracks in Ishval, do you think there was any sense of the legend she was going to take on when she first arrived?

[Tamsin]: She certainly wanted to be taken seriously.

[Fala]: That’s true. You hear about some of these lady soldiers with blinders on, only thinking about their jobs and their roles and ...

[Tamsin]: Yes, she was like that.

[Lilah]: And what’s wrong with that? She arrived young. In age, yeah, but more than that. You could see it in her eyes, like she didn’t realise she was going to have to shoot that rifle she arrived with. Not that it stopped her.

[septimusmoonlight]

You doing ok?

hi

[simgerale]

unexpectedly, gwen had some anxiety after a promotion. she decided to practice some self-care

[marq-lynch]

Psst Swerve fans this is the 'unofficial' official fan site Swerve has been promoting this month they've been stalled out at trying to hit 100 followers on X to do a giveaway and I've been watching them teeter from 98 down to 96 up to 97 again for hours three of you jump in the odds are good for a giveaway

[bassicallymaestra]

Calypso for @dwightschrute11 💖

Also her hair was so much fun to draw 😍