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It takes until Kenadian logs off to really register how late it is.
When Wato had told him that Wifies would log on at nine o'clock, he hadn't thought anything of it. But now it's the wee hours of the morning, Kenadian's been staring at his monitor for several hours, and he's exhausted.
The multiplayer menu blinks at him as he pushes away from his desk and stretches his legs for the first time since his Wifies alarm went off. The dulcet tones of "Wet Hands" fill the quiet air.
"Fuck," he mutters. He stands and scrubs at his eyes. The bedroom squishes around in the air, like a whole place is a cube of jello being gently compressed. "That was… something else."
(The events of the collab took place inside a video game, which raises... a lot of philosophical questions and a lot of scientific ones. Ken and Clonefies talk in the aftermath.)
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Best Friend (Worst Enemy) by ThunderbirdFromHerHomies
Fandoms: Heathers: The Musical - Murphy & O'Keefe
23 Jul 2025
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Veronica Sawyer wants to be Heather Chandler.
She wouldn’t call it creepy, not exactly. It’s not something that happens on purpose. She can’t help it, she just– She can’t stop looking at her.
Veronica has been watching Heather from afar for years. It's very normal and very straight.
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if i’m there in the morning, baby, you’ll know i’ve survived by streetlegals
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
12 Oct 2025
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“You know,” Jack says. “It wasn’t your fault. Any of it.”
Robby is sure that there are many things that happened today, a thousand days ago, that he can’t help but bear some blame for. He lets his breath pass through his teeth. “Whatever happened to your Catholic guilt, huh?”
“It got blown to pieces with my leg,” Jack says. “Besides,” he says—and it’s this morning on the roof again, the sun coming up. “This is about your guilt, misplaced as it is.” His gaze sinks to some far-off place. “Not mine."
(or: following PittFest, Jack follows Robby home)