l-lonelydancers

(DND AU. tragic gays, but this one's happier!)
          
          Malachi tuned his instrument, strumming a chord before turning to face the audience. He started into his usual performative speech about this being his last song and the one that felt the most personal to this travelling artist, and that this crowd was his best and most energetic crowd and he appreciated them all before starting the song. He knew better than to really scan the crowd, but he couldn't help searching. It had been three long years since that day in the temple, when he held his lover's face and promised him he would find him again...and he couldn't help but keep singing this song in hopes he would find him again.

(DND AU. couldn't help it, i love tragic gays.)
          
          Santiago felt his hat shift slightly, twitching his ears just enough to put it back in place before continuing to look around the port. It wasn't one he was too familiar with, but his first mate seemed to know it well enough to do a supply run for them. He saw somebody vaguely familiar out of the corner of his eye, turning to look at them before they disappeared back into the crowd. That couldn't be his Ocean...could it??

(Irl. oh i love them they're so silly.)
          
          Oliver spun in his chair slightly, watching the viewers flood in before checking that the game was set up. He waved to the camera, laughing softly at some of the chatters commenting. He adjusted the mask, make sure the door before going back to spinning slightly. "yes we're back in tomagachi island yes i know we just made the miis but we have to fix some things on the island we have a mission today my dear callers."

(Olympics AU. he's so not ok.)
          
          Fitz adjusted slightly, resting the back of his hand back on the bag of ice before staring at the ceiling. The legs in the air was actually helping with feeling less sore after the period and a half he played, but he couldn't stop thinking about what that guy had said. It was all bullshit really, stupid hockey chirps, but it was really eating away at him. He didn't know why, Fitz knew he was better than this, but it still hurt.

(Hail Mary AU. he's so spicy-)
          
          Rocky limped his way out of the room, still cursing loudly under his breath as he walked towards where he was told Grace was. It was almost unbelievable how quickly his fellow humans turned to experimentation, but he shouldn't be too surprised. He thought saving the Earth with the Eridian would mean world and intergalactic peace, but he guessed wrong. He looked around, groaning loudly. "and we were supposed to be better than this, fuck!!!-"

(Irl. they're such a ragebaiter omg.)
          
          Kiri took another sip of water, looking over at the clock before sighing softly. Dinner was soon, and since they were currently in America visiting family they knew the time difference was probably making Emilio hungry too. They slowly finished the water, putting it in the sink before walking towards their gaming room. It had been changed slightly to also fit Mil's aesthetic, and they made sure to gently knock before opening the door. "am i interrupting anything important?"

(Irl. how cutie how sweetie-)
          
          Mars finished cleaning their craft and streaming room, grabbing their phone and calling their husband as they walked to the bedroom. They were shutting down the house for the night, as Conan was currently an hour ahead Texas time which meant it was the perfect time for Mars to be up. He collapsed in the bed slightly, making sure to prop themselves up in a comfy way as he waited for the singer to answer. He knew the concert had been over for a hot second, so it wasn't like he wasn't free.

(Olympics AU. they're getting together!)
          
          Noah skated back to the middle, grabbing another puck before moving towards the goal. He could visualize where his opponents could be, navigating around them before shooting the puck...and missing. He cursed loudly, hitting his stick against the goal post before skating back to the middle. That was his fifth miss in a row...he couldn't be this bad with the Olympics around the corner and regular season about to start...he couldn't afford to be missing this. He needed to be better, he had to be better.

(911. isn't this just so cutie-)
          
          Graham walked down the sidewalk, keeping her hood on as she tried to find the right house. She was still technically underage, and she didn't know if people would be looking for her since she ran away from the camp, but she had to see him again. She stopped in front of a house, taking a deep breath before walking up the path to the door and knocking. She really hoped Megan's "parents" had given her the right address.

(Mafia AU. they're actually so cute i love-)
          
          Phoenix leaned down, kissing his daughter gently on the forehead before readjusting her blankets. He kissed her again, muttering a soft i love you before walking out and closing the door. He made his way towards the kitchen, making sure to keep his footsteps light as he moved through the house. His wife was asleep, his daughter was asleep, he just had to keep quiet so they wouldn't wake up.