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Don't mind the things I did, I'm just organizing my blog for simple and easy to track my masterlist and also for my fanfics. And for my small announcement, I'll be starting to take request, this is real I promise :')

I'll post the rules and info about starting to take requests soon.

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Sky Children of the Light

For my skykids fans, here the master list for my sky cotl fanfics, this fandom is my on/off content fanfic, I'll just write when i feel wanted to :>

Season Guides

Performance Guide

Beautiful Wanderer - Performance Guide x Wanderer!Reader

Rhythm Guide

Soon (still on writing)

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Warhammer 40k

This is the master list for the 40k fanfics and some related 40k stories I wrote, this fandom, also I'm currently writing too. The scenarios and other things will be here to list.

Primarchs

Primarch Husband's Scenarios

Can't sleep

Come home from battle

Rogal Dorn

Defending - Mentor!Rogal Dorn x Student!Reader

Roboute Guilliman

Loved you dangerously - Husband!Roboute Guiliman x Wife!Reader

Sanguinius

Her Angel. His Sanctuary - Sanguinius x fem!OC

Space Marines/Adeptus Astartes

Ultramarines

Remembrancer - Lieutenant!Ultramarines x Remembrancer!Reader

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Forsaken

This is the master list for the forsaken fanfics. This fandom is my current writing, and I write about killers and survivors.

Killers

Mafioso

Bunny Suit - Mafioso x Player!Reader (part 2)

His soft side - Soft!Mafioso x Lover!Reader

Little Rabbit - Mafioso x Player!Reader (part 1)

1x1x1x1

You're hurting the death's lover - Betrayed 1x1x1x1 x Survivor!Reader

Survivors

Soon

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Kate Bishop I don't think this is a smart idea to discuss with a Space Shark...

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My boi two time (⁠^⁠^⁠)

two time

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*Grabs Horus & Sanguinius* I got you two! Now go help Horus do his taxes so he doesn't lose his mind!

Next: 250 Notes for Lion & Leman guarantee delivery in 24 hrs. I'm enjoying this train of babymarchs.

Fulgrim & Ferrus, Corvus & Curze

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Another blood sucky sucky boy

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Lupercal!

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me when

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𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

mentor!rogal dorn x student-fem!reader

tw: violence (nothing any tw cuz this is fluff, just a small violence) an: this fanfic is requested from my best friend, it's his favorite primarch so, also he wanted to make dorn being jerk here. i see not lot of rogal dorn fanfic but i want to make him a fanfic of mine. summary: you are rogal dorn's student and he is your mentor, when you are defending your primarch from the mocks from his son's and try to defend his image but it turns out a misunderstanding because he doesn't show feelings, that made you upset and he was feel regret for the first time.

You are training with one of the Imperial Fists, swinging your sword with all your might, trying to land a hit. Your opponent, a towering Astartes, isn’t wearing his armor, but his skill is undeniable.

You lunge forward, but he counters swiftly, slamming his elbow into your side. The impact sends you crashing to the ground, pain flaring through your body as you hiss in discomfort.

"Training is done," your captain declares.

You push yourself up, wiping the sweat from your brow. "I’m not done training," you protest, determination burning in your eyes.

The captain looks at you with a stern expression. "Your time is done. We’ll continue this tomorrow."

You sigh in defeat, sheathing your sword as you walk back into the fortress.

Your mentor, the Primarch Rogal Dorn, had been called away by the Imperium on urgent duty. You had begged to accompany him, but he denied your request, leaving you behind in this fortress with his other son's.

As you make your way through the stone hallways, serfs pass by, bowing their heads respectfully. Your training gear clinks with every step. Eventually, you reach your small quarters, collapsing onto the bed to get some rest.

...

After a short rest, your captain calls for you, assigning you to accompany him for an announcement to the Imperial Fists.

During the address, the captain speaks of military defense and shares the news that the Primarch is returning home earlier than expected. Relief and happiness swell within you, your mentor is coming back.

But your joy fades when you catch whispers among the Astartes. One of them mocks Rogal Dorn, claiming he doesn’t care for the Imperium or his sons.

Your fists clench as the words dig into your heart. You try to ignore it, but the disrespect toward your beloved Primarch festers like an open wound.

Until you snap.

Without thinking, you charge at the Astartes. You don’t care that he’s in his armor or that he towers over you. You leap up, landing a punch against his head with enough force to gain all attention to you.

Your captain shouts your name, but you don’t stop.

"You dare to disrespect our Primarch?!" you yell, grabbing the Astartes by the hair. "I swear, you’ll regret those words!"

A booming voice cuts through the commotion.

"That’s enough!"

Everyone turns toward the entrance, and your heart drops.

Rogal Dorn stands there, his stern gaze locked onto you.

You immediately release the Astartes and stand at attention, your breath unsteady. The room falls silent as your captain approaches the Primarch.

"My Lord, we weren’t expecting you until tomorrow," the captain says, bowing his head.

"I returned as soon as I could," Rogal replies, his voice steady as stone. He walks through the room, stopping directly in front of you.

"Visit the planning room," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You nod, swallowing your nerves, while the Astartes you punched sneers at you. But you don’t care you only care about what Rogal will say.

...

Later, you walk toward the planning room, each step heavier than the last. The anticipation twists your stomach in knots.

Your captain exits the room, sparing you a glance, but says nothing. You gather your courage, push open the door, and step inside.

Rogal Dorn stands behind a table, reading through papers. You stand in silence, waiting for him to speak.

After a moment, he finally addresses you.

"Do you know what you did?" he asks, his voice low but sharp.

You bite your lip, but lift your chin. "I was defending you."

"And you caused a mess," he replies, placing the papers down.

"But they were disrespecting you," you insist, frustration bubbling up.

"Let them mock me," Rogal says, looking at you with that same unshakable expression. "It doesn’t matter."

You can’t take it anymore.

"You don’t care?! They insult your name, call you a heartless lord, and you just stand there like a machine?!" you snap, voice breaking.

Rogal remains stoic, his silence like a wall you can't break through.

"You make yourself look like a fool!" you shout, voice trembling. "You don’t even care about yourself!"

Finally, his composure cracks but not in the way you expect.

"That’s enough," he says coldly, his eyes like ice. "You are not right to say that to me. You're just a civilian I mistakenly took in."

The words hit harder than any punch.

Your chest tightens, and you feel as though the ground has been ripped out from beneath you. Without another word, you bow yourself, turn and leave, slamming the door behind you.

You run through the hallways, ignoring everyone you pass, your vision blurred by tears. You aren’t crying because you’re weak.

You’re crying because you gave everything to defend your Primarch, the man who saved you from a frozen in Inwit, who trained you to fight despite your human limitations.

And he called you a mistake.

You bury your face in your pillow, clutching the fabric as if it could hold you together.

A warrior shouldn't cry.

But tonight, you do.

...

Rogal Dorn sighs, rubbing his temples as he stares at the map table. He can't concentrate.

Your wounded expression lingers in his mind like a ghost, haunting him with guilt. He shouldn’t have said those words.

After a while, he gives up on planning and makes his way to your quarters and look around to see anyone and gladly no one. He opens the door carefully, expecting you to glare at him but instead, he finds you asleep, face still damp from tears.

Guilt twists in his chest like a knife.

He sits carefully on the edge of your bed, watching your steady, fragile breathing. He hesitantly reaches out, brushing his fingers against your cheek, feeling the remnants of dried tears.

Silently, he wraps a blanket around you, tucking it in gently. He rests his hand on your head for a moment, a rare display of tenderness, before rising to leave.

Pausing at the doorway, he glances back at you one last time.

Tomorrow, he decides, he’ll train you himself.

And he’ll find a way to make things right. To get your forgiveness.

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Just moved over here since tiktok got banned and someone suggested it! I'm still tryna figure out everything here.. i think i'm getting the hang of it

I plan on trying to make more fanart/videos for other fandoms, but I will mainly be doing Forsaken stuff :o]

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My two babies, I miss them so much 😭

Needy Geralt, I repeat NEEDY GERALT 🗣️

[Do NOT repost, thanks] INSTAGRAM - BLUESKY

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hmm

Horus and Sanguinius pillow fort maybe?

Pillow fort….

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Last year gif sketch with Roniel I forgot to post lol I still kinda like it

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👀👀

I like drawing on paper more than digital lol

that one mafioso fanfic by @ohburgee

Extra:

(i dont make comic panels though.)

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Sanguinius, the great angel

- OOOOOH BOY WHERE DO I EVEN START. What can I even say about this man that no one hasn't heard yet? One of the reasons I got into warhammer (it was that one edit.)

JUST LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS HAWKBOY WAAAAA