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Fallout + Episode One Soundtrack (inspo)

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Vaughn Morozov

A hc of what I imagine him to be like.

Vaughn Morozov, the Pakhan's heir. The Gentleman of the Bratva. The Manipulator. The Mastermind.

He isnt necessarily silent and quiet but he doesn't talk much, either. He got the manners, the charm and the etiquette of what one would call the ideal man. He has the looks, the body, the height, the hair and the money. But above all he is responsible and a smart man.

He knows when and how to use his charm especially in terms of business to either get the deal done or to deceit. He knows and plans things so effortlessly well, its almost flawless. He is also 10 steps ahead of everyone. He is analytical and calculative. A Mastermind. He rules the game, the world and the people, and he would do it so easily that they won't even realise it.

He isnt known as the gentleman for no reason. He is respectful and straightforward. Unlike most of the ruthless men in the Bratva, who springs to brutal actions almost immediately, he is calm. He resorts to let the mind games play, he likes messing up the mentality of the people, because he understands that mental pain is possibly more cruel and painful than physical pain. He resorts to quietly finishing the job because he isnt a fan of showcasing his work to the people.

He is so eloquent with his words and works. He dont need to talk much to get people to his side. He is a man of his words but mostly a man of actions. He won't hesitate to strike when nobody is looking, he won't hesitate to manipulate and make things work out on his favour.

He is a smart man, he knows what strings to pull, what steps to take. And it all comes from being a logical thinker, it comes from having parents who are one of the most important figures in the Bratva, he knows he needs to be well aware of his surroundings in case trouble strikes. It comes from seeing situations through every looking glass. It comes from being a great born-leader.

He likes to keep the side of his street clean and that's very hard to maintain especially being in the mafia. But nobody knows what happens to people who has crossed him or his loved ones. You just know they have suffered gravely. He keeps his business private. Those who needs to know will know and that's it.

He drives. Really, really well. The Mercesdes-Benz, his parents got him for his 18th birthday is one of his prized possessions. He dont ask for much from his parents, he rarely does. Mostly because they have provided him with all that he needed. And it's because he doesn't want to leech off people, he doesn't want to ask things from anyone when he knows he is equally capable of being able to do things for himself.

When he is in the UK, he rides his bike, going for joy rides with them. Though he maybe the youngest, he is undoubtedly a brilliant and mature one. Sophisticated and intimidating, Vaughn enjoys his chase. But he also let's down his guard and takes in the fresh air of youth, he knows how to enjoy his life while learning not to be vulnerable in the eyes of the people.

He can cook, clean, fend for himself. He is self-sufficient and has learned from a young age that there is no other way to success other than hard work along with smart work.

He likes to read. He like to solve puzzles, play chess, watch crime documentaries and just solve anything that needs to be solved. Maybe that's boring for most but that's how he keeps his brain to actively work and think strategically.

He is also athletic, joining the school's sports team to keep himself physically fit. He may not be the best at it but he is above average, he plays football, basketball, tennis. Exceptionally great at ice hockey (according to my headcannon.)

Because he likes to keep himself updated with the people around him and the world, he knows many things about people. If he wants he can extract informations that people have tried their best to hide too.

He might even enlist in the military, just like his mom and dad and climb ranks, but he might not stay long to accomplish that, maybe for 2 or 3 years. Because he has other responsibilities. But he will be there for the experience and knowledge.

He is academically thriving as well. Taking up computer science, physics or any of the challenging STEM subjects, because like mentioned above he likes to keep his brain to actively work to find solutions.

He is without a doubt a great son and a great friend. He won't say it out loud but he will, for sure, be their for people who needs him. Be it for advise or just be there for them. He is a great companion to his dad, helping him with works, though his father never asks him to burden himself with such works at a young age. He is a great son to his mom, driving her to places, going shopping for anything, helping his mom around the house though they have people for that.

He is the type of son, whose parents need not worry about him doing the wrong thing or being in thr wrong place. They only worry about him over working himself. He likes to be in his best behaviour, be the best in what he do.

Overall, Vaughn Morozov, is an almost perfect man, who obviously has his flaws but doesn't shy away from correcting himself and move forward to be better and stronger.

He made a cameo and im intrigued by him. But honestly, as much as I want to read about him judging by how RK has disappointed some(most) of her characters in their own books, I'm afraid she might do the same to Vaughn too. So in a way, it's better to leave him as he is, but at the same time he seems to be a character full of potential, to me at least.

Anyways, thank you for reading my previous post.

Hope you enjoy this as well.

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... yeah, you are pathetic, Jer 😌

lmao he fall

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Question: What kind of accent does Richard Trager have exactly? 🤔

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Office Party - Rick and Jer - Young & Vulnerable

It was the annual office party at Murkoff Corporation, and as usual, the higher-ups had spared no expense in organizing a night to remember. The alcohol was flowing freely, the music was pumping, and the atmosphere was electric. But this year, there was a surprise in store for the employees – the higher-ups had hired a group of stripper girls to entertain the crowd.

Rick and Jer, two young and ambitious employees, were among the first to hit the open bar. They had already had a few drinks and smoked a joint in the parking lot before heading inside. As the night progressed, they quickly became the life of the party, joking around and laughing loudly, their inhibitions lowered by the drugs and alcohol.

Rick, in particular, was feeling especially bold and confident. He strutted around the room, his purple button-down shirt half open, revealing his toned chest. He made sure to make eye contact with all the pretty girls in the room, flashing them his signature cocky grin.

When one of the stripper girls caught Rick's eye, he wasted no time in making his move. He sauntered over to her, his swagger on full display. The girl, a gorgeous blonde with curves in all the right places, smiled seductively at him.

As the girl danced around him, Rick couldn't help but feel himself getting turned on. The mixture of alcohol, drugs, and the stripper's sensual movements were too much for him to handle. The girl noticed his arousal and leaned in close, whispering dirty things in his ear that made his heart race.

She ran her hands through his curly, chaotic hair, sending shivers down his spine. Rick was in a state of bliss, reveling in the attention and the intoxicating mix of lust and desire that surrounded him.

Jer, who had been watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but laugh at his friend's antics. "Looks like someone's having a good time," he joked, elbowing Rick in the ribs.

Rick shot him a smug grin. "Just enjoying the perks of being a young, successful bachelor," he replied, his voice oozing arrogance. "Unlike some people I know."

Jer rolled his eyes, used to Rick's bravado. "Yeah, yeah, keep living in your fantasy world, man. But just remember, what goes up must come down."

The two friends continued to banter back and forth, their words slurred and their laughter loud. As the night wore on, Rick's confidence only grew, fueled by the attention of the stripper girl and the admiring glances of his colleagues.

But as the party began to wind down, Rick's bravado started to fade. The effects of the alcohol and drugs were wearing off, leaving him feeling empty and hollow. The stripper girl had long moved on to other guests, leaving him alone in a sea of faces.

Jer, seeing his friend's deflated demeanor, reached out a hand to him. "Come on, man, let's get you home," he said, his voice filled with concern.

Rick nodded, his earlier arrogance replaced by vulnerability. As they stumbled out of the party and into the cold night air, he leaned on Jer for support, grateful for the steadying presence of a true friend in a world of facades and false promises.

And as they made their way home, the sound of laughter and music fading into the distance, Rick couldn't help but wonder if the fleeting high of the party was worth the emptiness that followed in its wake. Perhaps true fulfillment lay not in the superficial allure of status and success, but in the quiet moments of connection and understanding that only a genuine friendship could provide.

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Office Party

It was the annual office party at Murkoff Corporation and the higher-ups had gone all out this year, organizing some stripper girls to entertain the employees. Rick and Jer, two coworkers who were known for getting into trouble during these events, were already drunk and high before the performances even began.

As the music started blaring and the lights dimmed, the first dancer made her way onto the stage. She was a gorgeous girl with long legs and a seductive smile, and Rick couldn't take his eyes off her. Jer nudged him and whispered, "Man, that girl is hot. You should get a lap dance from her."

Rick, always one to take a dare, sauntered over to the stage and sat down in the chair that had been placed in the center. The girl approached him, swaying her hips to the music, and placed her hands on his shoulders. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered dirty things that made Rick's heart race.

He couldn't deny the rush of arousal he felt as she ran her hands through his curly, chaotic hair, her touch sending shivers down his spine. His purple button-down shirt was half open, revealing his toned chest and causing the girl to smirk knowingly. Rick was a smug asshole, always arrogant and confident, but in this moment he couldn't help but feel a twinge of nerves at the way she was looking at him.

As the lap dance continued, the tension between them grew until Rick couldn't take it anymore. He pulled the girl closer, his hands gripping her waist as he leaned in for a kiss. She didn't resist, meeting his lips with a fiery passion that left him breathless. Their chemistry was undeniable, and Rick found himself lost in the moment, forgetting all about the office party and the prying eyes of his coworkers.

Eventually, the dance came to an end and Rick found himself back in his seat, his head spinning with desire. The girl winked at him mischievously before disappearing into the crowd, leaving Rick to wonder what had just happened. He knew he should feel guilty for what had transpired, but in that moment he couldn't bring himself to care.

As the night wore on and the party continued, Rick couldn't shake the memory of the lap dance from his mind. He found himself looking for the girl in the crowd, his heart pounding with anticipation. But she was nowhere to be found, leaving Rick with a sense of longing that he couldn't quite shake.

In the end, Rick was left with a bittersweet feeling, knowing that what had happened between him and the stripper girl was nothing more than a fleeting moment of passion. But for that brief period of time, he had felt alive in a way he hadn't in years, and he couldn't help but wonder what might have been if he had taken a different path. And as he stumbled out of the office party, his mind still reeling from the events of the evening, Rick knew that some things were better left as memories, no matter how tempting they may be.

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Jeremy Blaire - a true buddy? 🤔

Jeremy Blaire, the Vice President of Murkoff Corporation, made his way to Rick Trager's luxurious home for a casual evening of drinks and conversation. Rick was known for his wild parties and extravagant lifestyle, and Jeremy was always up for a good time.

As soon as Jeremy entered Rick's home, he was greeted with a warm smile and a glass of whiskey. The two men settled down on the plush couches in Rick's living room, surrounded by expensive art and elegant furniture. Rick poured out lines of cocaine on a small table, and the men wasted no time in indulging in the illicit substance.

"Cheers to another successful day at Murkoff," Jeremy said, raising his glass.

"Cheers," Rick replied, clinking his glass against Jeremy's.

The conversation quickly turned to work, as both men were passionate about their roles at the corporation. They discussed upcoming projects, potential mergers, and the latest innovations in technology. Rick was particularly excited about a new venture he was spearheading, and Jeremy was impressed by his dedication and vision.

However, the mood turned slightly tense when Rick brought up his assistant, Skylar. He complained about how she had refused to accompany him to a golf outing earlier in the day, citing a busy schedule. Rick was clearly annoyed by her lack of willingness to indulge in his leisure activities.

"I can't believe she had the nerve to say no to me," Rick grumbled, taking another sip of whiskey.

Jeremy couldn't help but laugh at Rick's frustration. "Maybe she's just not into golf, Rick. You can't expect everyone to enjoy the same things you do."

Rick ran a hand through his chaotic, curly hair, a gesture he often used when thinking deeply. "I guess you're right, Jer. But still, it would have been nice for her to at least make an effort."

Jeremy chuckled, teasingly. "You'll have to work on your powers of persuasion, my friend. Not everyone can resist your charm like I can."

Rick grinned, his annoyance fading away. "That's true. You're one of a kind, Jer."

The men continued to chat and laugh, the cocaine fueling their energy and conversation. They delved into deeper topics, discussing their personal lives, aspirations, and dreams. Jeremy shared stories about his upbringing and his rise to success at Murkoff, while Rick opened up about his family and his struggles to find true happiness.

As the night wore on, the two men grew closer, their bond strengthened by the shared experience of indulging in forbidden pleasures. Rick affectionately called Jeremy "Buddy" or "Jer," a sign of their growing camaraderie.

Suddenly, Rick's phone beeped, indicating a message from Skylar. He groaned in annoyance, clearly not in the mood to deal with work matters at that moment. Jeremy, ever the understanding friend, encouraged Rick to respond and resolve the issue before it escalated.

After a few moments of texting back and forth, Rick set his phone aside, a sense of relief washing over him. "Thanks, Jer. You always know how to keep me in line."

Jeremy smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "That's what friends are for, Rick. We have each other's backs, no matter what."

As the night came to a close, the two men shared a final toast to their friendship and the future. They parted ways with promises to meet again soon, their bond stronger than ever.

In the quiet of his home, Rick couldn't help but feel grateful for Jeremy's presence in his life. Despite their differences and the challenges they faced, they were united by a deep respect and admiration for each other. And as Rick drifted off to sleep, he knew that he had found a true friend in Jeremy Blaire, the Vice President of Murkoff Corporation.

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It doesn't get better with outlast trials 🫠🥸

exams vs my outlast obsession

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Golfing with Rick Trager?⛳️👀

Once upon a time, in the secretive halls of the Murkoff Corporation, there was a man named Rick Trager. Rick was a well-dressed, arrogant individual who exuded an air of entitlement wherever he went. With his pink button-down shirt, Pullover tied around his shoulders, beige trousers, and expensive shiny shoes, he stood out amongst his coworkers as a man of refined taste.

Rick was known for his intoxicating perfume, which seemed to linger in the air long after he had passed by. He was also notorious for his smug attitude and penchant for flirting with his female assistant, Skylar. Skylar was a bright young woman who had worked her way up through the ranks at Murkoff and now found herself at the mercy of Rick Trager, her boss.

Every day, Rick would make inappropriate comments to Skylar, touching her by any chance he got and making her feel uncomfortable in her own skin. Despite his behavior, Skylar was hesitant to speak up, fearing retribution from Rick and the higher-ups at the corporation.

One day, as Rick stood at Skylar's desk, leaning in closely and speaking in his nasal, sharp voice, he asked her to join him for a game of golf. "Come on, Skylar, it'll be fun. Just you and me, hitting the links and enjoying the fresh air," he said, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Skylar hesitated, unsure of how to respond to her boss's advances. She knew that accepting his invitation would only encourage his behavior, but she also didn't want to risk losing her job by rejecting him outright.

As Rick continued to press her, Skylar finally mustered up the courage to speak her mind. "I'm sorry, Rick, but I don't feel comfortable going golfing with you. I think it's best if we keep our relationship strictly professional," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Rick's smile faded, replaced by a look of annoyance. "Come on, Skylar, don't be like that. I'm just trying to be friendly. We could have a great time together, I promise," he said, his tone becoming more insistent.

But Skylar stood her ground, refusing to give in to Rick's advances. "I appreciate the offer, Rick, but I think it's best if we stick to our work duties. I hope you understand," she said, her voice firm.

Rick's expression hardened as he realized that Skylar was not going to be swayed. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he turned and walked away, muttering under his breath. "Fine, suit yourself, Buddy. Don't say I didn't offer you a good time," he said, his words dripping with disdain.

Skylar watched him go, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. She knew that standing up to Rick Trager was a risky move, but she also knew that she had done the right thing by asserting her boundaries.

As she turned back to her work, Skylar made a silent vow to herself to never let anyone treat her with anything less than respect, no matter how powerful or arrogant they may be. And with that newfound sense of strength, she continued on her journey through the twisted halls of the Murkoff Corporation, determined to carve out her own path in a world filled with darkness and deception.

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Rick calls Skylar into his office 😏

In the dark and eerie halls of the Murkoff Corporation, Skylar hurriedly made her way to Rick Trager's office. She couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had been gnawing at her all day, ever since Rick had called her into his office with that smug look on his face.

As she entered the room, she saw Rick sitting behind his desk, his pink button-down shirt perfectly pressed and a pullover tied around his shoulders. He looked up at her with a sly grin, his arrogant demeanor oozing from every pore.

"Ah, Skylar, my dear assistant," Rick purred, leaning back in his leather chair. "I'm glad you could join me. I have a special assignment for you."

Skylar raised an eyebrow, curious yet wary of what Rick had in store for her. She knew that his intentions were never pure, but she also knew that she had no choice but to obey his every command.

"What do you need me to do, Mr. Trager?" Skylar asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Rick's grin widened as he stood up and sauntered over to her. "I need you to help me... relieve some stress," he said, his eyes trailing over her body.

Skylar's heart raced as she realized what Rick was insinuating. She had heard the rumors about him and his dalliances with his female employees, but she never thought she would be a target.

"Mr. Trager, I... I can't do this," Skylar stammered, taking a step back.

Rick's smile turned predatory as he stepped closer, trapping her against the desk. "Oh, but you will, my dear. You will enjoy every minute of it," he whispered, his hands sliding up her arms.

Skylar's mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan to escape, but before she could make a move, Rick's lips crashed down on hers, silencing her protests. His hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.

Despite her better judgment, Skylar found herself melting into the kiss, her body responding to Rick's touch. She hated herself for enjoying the sensation, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins.

Before she knew it, Rick had lifted her up onto his desk, his hands eagerly exploring every inch of her body. Skylar moaned as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

As Rick pushed her skirt up and slipped his hand between her thighs, Skylar gasped, torn between pleasure and revulsion. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't deny the heat that was building inside her.

With a devilish grin, Rick whispered in her ear, "You like that, don't you, Skylar? You can't resist me."

Skylar's breath hitched as Rick's fingers found their mark, sending her over the edge in a wave of ecstasy. She arched against him, her body trembling as she rode out the pleasure.

As they lay entwined on the desk, Skylar couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over her. She knew that this would never happen again, that she would do whatever it took to escape Rick's clutches.

But for now, in the dimly lit office of the Murkoff Corporation, Skylar closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the wild ride that Rick Trager had taken her on. She knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, but for now, she allowed herself to bask in the afterglow of their forbidden tryst.

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I'm sorry but I love pre-engine Rick Trager more than post-engine Rick. 🥺💕

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Haha... omg.... love this!!! 🤌🏻🤣

Congratulations to the Diablo team and Inarius and Lilith for making/being the most divorced couple of all time

(for the record drawing these i was picturing them Pre messy breakup because it's even funnier for me to imagine them just being utterly awful right from the get-go)

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RISE, NEPHALEM 

by Álvaro Jiménez

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Inarius x Lilith

repaint of an old piece

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The way this line is delivered. Holy damn. 

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INARIUS ACT 6 ・ DIABLO IV (2023)

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They call me a hero. I slew demons beyond count. I won battle and broke sieges, but it availed me nothing. I know that this war can have no victor, only an eternity of revenge, pride, and hatred.