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adhd-fandom-hyperfocus · 2 months ago

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✧₊⁺ Of Fatherhood And Dreams Not Spoken ✧₊⁺

Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x OC (Astraea)/ Khan is in this. It's mostly him and Roboute talking.

Author's Note: Because I'm terrible at writing a story proper. I rather just write drabbles from the overall plot I have in mind. That being said this overall plot I have named "Wisdom in the Stars". And here are some key things to note for this overarching story:

This is all very self-indulgent and I will not apologize. If the Grimdark can be extra, so can I!

Bobby G's love interest is a xenos of my making, so they are as long-lived as him, but not a perpetual.

Again mad self-indulgent. Oozing copium by the ton

Rowboat Guillotine deserves a happy life and some damn peace

So many Primarchs are going to be back in some drabbles. Again no fucks given

Proofread? Never heard of her

I like saying Roboute's name wrong as a means of affection.

Warnings: Slight nsfw at the end. Talks of pregnancy, children, and kinks of the breeding variety.

18+ ONLY

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There were oh so many things he's done that made those words that thundered in his head in a cacophonic choir ring true. Tool. Betrayer. Theif. Why did he focus on those? Perhaps deep down he knew them to be true.

He wanted to be a good son, and he was to his parents. But to his creator? The one that called him his last hope? Even now with all that was accomplished, he wasn't so sure. An effective tool? That he was.

Oh, how that was the crux of this all now. Because something was breaking. Had been for so long. The strict need to follow His every word, every teaching to the letter had long started to crumble. To this point, he could justify it. Excuse himself. But this?

Vibrant blue eyes that had started to have a light behind them, a sign of the better times he was in, gazed down at the dataslate. The message he was reading was still open, not that he needed to read it again. The words burned into his mind. Screamed of his selfishness and brought the crippling fear he might fall like the one before him that wanted such heretical things for himself.

The wrestling of what parts of him were human had never been so hard. Basic human needs were beyond him. At least he believed that. But since his revival and she walked into his life...Why hadn't the Emperor made them machines?

His gaze moved again, this time back to the garden in which he sat, relaxing of sorts. Something he was learning to do. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not yet. She was playing with some children of her maidens. The laughter of the little ones made him impossibly light and much larger than he was.

Those sounds filled him with feelings new, but also familiar. He sounded like that when his mother played with him, and cared for him. Yes, he was a child once, despite how quick his mind grew. His mother never let that stop him from being a child in some capacity.

Yet those laughs terrified him and cast a deep shadow of guilt and shame. Not for him, never for him. A Primarch has no need for biological children, any children. He had his Astartes sons. The best of the best are forged through painful surgeries and grueling tests. Mass-produced versions of the tool they were templated from. He was a god of war, a weapon, and weapons do not need things their masters need.

Roboute scowled. When the stirrings rose up, hot and drowning him out.

"You should do it."

Roboute had been so lost in his mind he hadn't noticed Jaghatai had taken a seat next to him.

"Excuse me?" Guilliman asked. His composure not once gave a hint of how chaotic his mind was at the moment.

At first, it was as if Khan wasn't going to answer him, "Horus, would slip from time to time, about how his children would rule the stars after the crusade was done. Even when Malcador with cold words would remind him, that the only reproducing we would have were our gene-sons," Khan sighed, "You are not going to turn into the next Horus because you long for family not us, or your gene-sons. Do the procedure."

Before Roboute could ask how he knew that was on his mind, or even what he was told Jaghatai continued, "You've been watching Astraea and those kids with so much intent like you were trying to manifest something. That and you happen to want to go to the planet in their empire that is known for its advanced DNA work medical procedures on many races? Namely in the areas of conception? Please. Most of our brothers might be blind, but I and Corvus know better. You're the one who took your gene-seed sample, yes?"

Guilliman nodded, "I assume Corax is the one who found that out?"

Khan nodded, "And Cawl, they handled it. So do it. You out of all of us, always thought of a galaxy at peace, or the closest to it. You never lived for the hunt, the fight, but the peace. You fought for peace over thrill and power. So take this. You are not Horus. You are not weaker. I think we are all starting to wake up in a sense. It is...uncomfortable. But perhaps, we are more than the sum of our creation?"

"I hope so." was all Roboute could say.

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This, out of everything was what he loved now that the galaxy wasn't on the verge of ending. Laying in bed with Astraea while a fire burns gently. Her soft hums lull him into comfort and bliss. Large fingers drew little circles over her belly, as his mind offered him images of her heavy with their children. How, as much as he hated the word, divine she would look. Oh, how he would worship her. A goddess in her own right. a living one who brought life into the world. Life she deemed him worthy of creating with her.

His mind continued with the future it was offering. How she would waddle about and rely on him to help her stand, or lean against when walking took everything. Her trying to ride him when is looks so ready to pop. How he would fuck her like he could put another one in her before the first child is born. Her already beautifully full breasts, engorged and heavy with milk.

Roboute blushed when he felt himself pushing against her. He craved it so bad, despite how much it scared him.

"Roboute?" Astraea hummed looking over her shoulder with an impish grin, "And here I thought you were tired."

She kissed his chin, as she turned to face him, hands roaming over his strong broad chest, before gliding down to his erection.

He could smell it, she was already aroused. Oh, how she melted for him so easily. But he was the same for her. There were some days he had to force himself away from her for a bit, worried all he would do is fuck her until they both were raw and overtaken by the ruinous powers.

"Would you want children?" Roboute asked, between his heated breaths and needy kisses.

Astraea looked at him a bit surprised, and yet like she half expected this, "I thought we had to wait on even marrying, let alone speak of family. But of course I want children. You know this." she replied.

He did. But he still wanted to ask, as if her mind had suddenly changed.

"Good," he smiled rolling on top of her, holding himself up on his knees, which were on each side, "Then we should get some more practice in."

He leaned down and nipped at her ear, as a hand moved over her breasts and down to her hot core, "For once the procedure is done, you are not leaving my side and bed until it sticks."

This might be the single most selfish thing he would do, but he wouldn't regret it. He wanted to feel human, to understand all that he had been fighting to protect for all these long years.

#warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #primarch x oc #warhammer 40k x oc #roboute guilliman #roboute guilliman x oc #warhammer fanfic #roboute guilliman fanfic #Amon writes #Wisdom in the Stars story

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overrboarrd · 2 days ago

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sanctuary [4]: vendettas

firefighter!roman reigns x azure clarke [oc]

warnings: bodily injury,slight angst,

word count: 5.1k

a/n: ik it took me forever y'all, so so srry. but on a good note, i'm pretty much done with my classes so updates should come more frequently. currently waiting on my new laptop to get here, but other than that we're back to our regularly scheduled sunday programming! also, i've been debating on whether or not to include visuals in the chapters, so y'all let me know if that's something y'all are interested in! anyways, love y'all down, and happy reading!

June, 2014.

The night was thick with the scent of summer rain, though the downpour had passed hours ago. Roman sat in the driver’s seat of his old black pickup truck, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The faint hum of Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven spilled from the speakers, and in the back seat, Dean sprawled out, cracking open his third beer of the night.

“Man, this song still hits,” Dean slurred, bobbing his head to the beat. “You can’t tell me it doesn’t.”

Roman shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re drunk, Dean. I don’t think you’re in any position to judge music right now.”

“Whatever, man.” Dean raised his can in mock defiance. “Seth, back me up here.”

Seth, riding shotgun, chuckled lightly but didn’t respond. His mind seemed elsewhere as he tapped at his phone, brow furrowed. Roman glanced at him, noting the tension radiating off him.

“You good?” Roman asked, his tone casual but concerned.

Seth hesitated, then shoved his phone into his pocket. “Yeah. Just… residency’s been kicking my ass. You know how it is.”

Roman didn’t press further, though he noticed Seth’s hands fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket. It wasn’t like Seth to be this on edge. He was the golden boy of their group, always level-headed and a step ahead of everyone else.

Dean let out a laugh from the back seat. “Residency? Pfft. Sounds like a fancy excuse to be a buzzkill.”

Before Seth could retort, flashing red and blue lights filled the cabin. The faint whoop of a police siren followed, and Roman’s stomach dropped.

“Shit,” Dean muttered, straightening up and stashing his beer can under the seat.

Roman sighed, easing the truck to the side of the road. “Y’all just… don’t say anything,” he said, his voice steady.

The officer approached, flashlight cutting through the darkness. Roman rolled down his window, keeping his hands visible on the steering wheel.

“Evenin’, officer,” he said calmly.

“Evening,” the officer replied, his voice firm. “License and registration.”

Roman handed over his ID, and the officer’s beam of light swept across the cabin, pausing briefly on Dean in the back seat. The smell of alcohol was faint but present.

“Been drinking tonight?” the officer asked.

“No, sir,” Roman answered. “Not me.”

The officer’s flashlight lingered on Seth, who shifted in his seat, then returned to Roman. “Step out of the vehicle.”

Roman obeyed, sighing and stepping out into the damp night air. The officer motioned him to the side as another patrol car pulled up. Dean and Seth were ordered out of the truck, and Roman’s unease deepened when one of the officers started searching the vehicle.

Moments later, the cop emerged holding a small plastic bag containing four small orange pills.

“Care to explain this?”

Azure sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by the melodies of Chaka Khan and boxes that seemed to multiply the more she unpacked. The room was slowly transforming into a semblance of home. With her tired arms resting on her knees, she stared at the box labeled ‘living room’, realizing she’d been zoning out for the last five minutes. A nagging energy had been lodged in the back of her mind all day—an energy that, she had to admit, felt a lot like the pull of Roman Reigns.

She and Roman had been texting throughout the week, usually about the football season or updates about work. It was casual—light banter, half-serious game predictions, and questions about how things at the hospital and fire station were going. Shaking her head at herself, she decided to grab her phone from the kitchen island, checking for messages and reminders of football games she’d half-promised her dad to watch. As if on cue, her screen lit up with a text from Roman.

Roman: We’re watching the game at Jimmy and Naomi’s place Sunday at 2. Could use someone to defend that sorry ass team of yours.

A soft laugh escaped her as she read his text. The cookout had been unexpected, bringing a warm, easy comfort between them. A small smile played on her lips as she realized how quickly they’d slipped into a friendly rhythm, perhaps a bit too comfortable for her own good.

The thought of being around him again—and his family—felt exciting, though she tried to shake the feeling away. She typed out a quick reply.

Azure: I’ll be there. Someone has to bring sense to that family of yours. Except Audrey, of course.

She barely had time to put her phone back on the counter before it buzzed again. Roman was quick with his replies, and it was clear he enjoyed this back-and-forth as much as she did.

Roman: Ouch. Guess I walked into that one. You betting on the Lions?

Azure: Please, I’m not THAT hopeful. I just want them to play like they know what they’re doing.

Roman: Fair. If they don’t show up, maybe you can jump ship and root for my team?

Azure: Never. You’re stuck with that 49ers disaster on your own.

Roman: You got me. But I respect Lions fans. It hasn't been y'all's worst year, I'll admit that.

Azure grinned, pleased at his response. She leaned against the counter, the flutter in her chest catching her off guard every time her phone lit up with his name, and she found herself looking forward to their exchanges in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Azure: What got you into football? Can’t say it’s not an obvious firefighter hobby.

She hit send and waited, her fingers tapping the side of her phone case. Roman always replied quickly, but this time, the seconds stretched into a minute, then two. She frowned at her phone, wondering if she’d somehow pushed too far.

Finally, the notification buzzed, and she felt a small flicker of relief.

Roman: It’s just something I grew up with.

That was it. No follow-up, no joke or teasing remark. Azure stared at the screen, her brows furrowing slightly. She hadn’t meant to strike a nerve, but his brevity felt like a subtle wall being put up. She knew she shouldn’t take it personally; after all, it wasn’t like Roman talked much anyway. Still, the abruptness of his answer lingered.

Roman: You watching the game tonight?

Her shoulders relaxed a little at his double text. He wasn’t entirely shutting her out, but the shift in tone was clear. He wanted the focus off himself.

Azure: Yep, told my dad I couldn’t miss the Steelers losing. You?

Roman: Audrey and I are watching it. Told her if the Browns win, she gets to stay up an extra hour on a school night.

Azure let out a small laugh, imagining Audrey excitedly cheering for the Browns just for the sake of a little more bedtime freedom.

Azure: Let me guess, you’re secretly rooting for Pittsburgh to keep her on schedule?

Roman: Nah, we pinky promised on it, so I’m stuck backing the Browns for the night.

Azure: A man of his word. I can respect that.

Her phone stayed silent after that, and she let it rest on the counter as she continued unpacking. But her thoughts lingered on Roman. She caught herself imagining Roman and Audrey on the couch, their laughter filling the room. Even with his guarded nature, it was clear how much Audrey meant to him. She sighed, brushing off the thought, craving these conversations more than she wanted to admit.

Days at the station started early and ended late, each shift packed with an intensity that kept the squad on edge but also connected in a way that only first responders knew. Their evening drill had an added layer of rigor, with Roman calling for extra rounds to improve speed and efficiency in rescue maneuvers.

The guys fell into a steady rhythm as they practiced on the training dummies, the scent of sweat and metal mixing with the chilled evening air. Randy moved quickly, setting up the ladder with his usual precision. Drew climbed swiftly, while Damian had the patient loaded and secured within seconds.

“Alright y’all!” Roman barked. “Again, faster this time!”

They reset and moved through the drill once more. Roman watched as his squad started to strain, but he ignored it, focusing instead on Damian’s words of encouragement towards the rest of the group. As they completed the final round, the team slapped each other’s backs, their laughter mixing with the adrenaline coursing through them. It was these moments—these bonding experiences in the quiet before the storm—that Roman cherished most about the job.

“Good work out there,” Roman said to the team, nodding approvingly. “Head back inside, the rest of the night should be smooth.”

“As if you didn’t just jinx it.” Drew laughed, catching his breath and placing his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, don’t know why you even said that, brother.” Randy added, shaking his head in mock disapproval.

Not even five minutes later, the alarm went off. They shared a knowing look—Randy was the first to roll his eyes, muttering, “Told you.”

The dispatcher’s voice cut through the static over the loudspeaker: “Engine 2, respond to 1702 South Fort Street. Elderly female, fall with suspected head trauma. Approach with caution.”

Roman’s heart sank a little as he grabbed his gear. Head injuries were never easy, especially with older patients. And for reasons he couldn’t quite name, his gut told him this call was going to be rough.

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The neighborhood was quiet as they pulled up to the quaint one-story house. The siren’s wail ceased, leaving only the sound of leaves crunching underfoot as Roman led the team up the front steps. They were greeted by a nervous middle-aged woman, who introduced herself as the woman’s daughter.

“She was in the kitchen, and she must’ve tripped,” the daughter stammered, wringing her hands. “When I came to check on her, she was on the floor, and her head was bleeding. I-I think she might’ve hit the counter on her way down…”

Roman offered a reassuring nod. “We’ll take care of her. Could you give us a little space, please?”

The daughter moved aside, her hands trembling as she held them together. Roman’s team entered the small kitchen, where they found the elderly woman slumped against the cabinet, her skin pale and her breathing shallow.

“Ma’am?” Roman knelt beside her, his voice soft yet firm. “Can you hear me?”

The elderly woman’s eyes fluttered open, but they seemed distant, unfocused. Roman signaled to Drew to check her vitals while he carefully lifted her head to inspect the wound. A jagged cut ran along her scalp, and he could see the faint pulse of blood underneath. It wasn’t bleeding heavily, but it was enough to be concerning.

“Vitals are unstable,” Drew announced, looking up with a furrowed brow. “BP’s low, and her pulse is erratic.”

Roman nodded, his mind racing through the protocols. “We need to get her on the stretcher. Randy, Damian, help stabilize her.”

As they moved her, the woman let out a weak groan, her hand gripping Roman’s arm with surprising strength.

“It’s alright, ma’am. We’re gonna take you to the hospital, okay?” he reassured her.

But just as they lifted her, the woman’s face contorted, and suddenly, she began to vomit, her body convulsing with the effort. Roman barely had time to react, but he kept his hold, guiding her so she wouldn’t choke. He shared a grim look with Drew—this wasn’t good. Vomiting after a head injury meant there was a significant risk of intracranial pressure. They had to move fast.

“Emergency transport!” Roman barked, his tone sharper than usual. “Let’s go—now!”

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The hospital was quieter than usual as the night deepened. Roman and his crew had just finished transferring an elderly woman to the ER, her frail hand gripping his as she clung to consciousness. The call had been a tense one, and it lingered with him as he stepped outside into the cool night air, letting out a heavy sigh. He rolled his shoulders, the fatigue weighing on him as he scanned the parking lot.

And then he saw her.

Azure stood just beyond the automatic doors, talking softly with another nurse. Her scrubs clung to her slender frame, the faint glow of the hospital lights framing her like a portrait. When her eyes caught his, something eased in him. She raised a hand in greeting, her smile small but sincere. With a gentle nudge from her colleague, she started toward him, her hands tucked into her scrub pockets.

“Hey,” she said softly when she reached him, her gaze steady and warm. “Rough night?”

Roman nodded, dragging a hand down his face. “Head injury. Calls like that are always tough, and with her age… I just hope she pulls through.”

Her expression softened, and she stepped closer. “She’s in the best hands. You did everything you could.”

Azure’s voice was soothing, a balm over his wired nerves, his chest feeling lighter in her presence. Before he even realized it, her hand rested lightly on his arm, gentle and grounding. The soft warmth of her touch seemed to reach past the fatigue and the stress, sparking something in him that he hadn’t expected to feel so keenly.

He opened his mouth to thank her, but the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the fragile moment.

“Well, if it isn’t the hometown hero,” came a voice laced with sarcasm. Roman’s jaw tightened reflexively as he turned to face Seth, whose sardonic smirk was as unwelcome as the tension he carried with him.

“Seth,” Roman acknowledged curtly, his voice void of warmth. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

Azure’s hand fell from his arm, and Roman found himself missing the contact, an unfamiliar ache settling in his chest. Her eyes flicked between the two men, her posture tensing as Seth’s eyes lingered on her for just a moment too long.

“Oh you know, just saving lives… just like old times.” Seth’s voice dripped with mockery. “Even though you were always good at making yourself look like the good guy.”

Roman narrowed his eyes, a pulse of anger rising at the barely-veiled insult. But Seth continued before he could respond, looking toward Azure with an exaggerated shrug.

“Just thought you’d want a heads up,” Seth added. “He’s always had a knack for playing savior. But sometimes, you can’t save everyone. Right, Roman?”

The weight of Roman’s irritation pushed him to put Seth in his place. “You got somethin’ to say, huh?” Roman’s jaw clenched, his body instinctively tensing. He shifted to face Seth fully, his voice low but his temper ignited to life.

Seth shrugged, his sight shifted to Roman. “It doesn’t really change anything, does it? No matter how many people you help, nothing can erase what happened. Maybe that’s why you’re still trying.”

Roman stepped closer, his frame towering over Seth. “Walk away,” he threatened, his voice low and dangerous. Azure glanced between them, the hostility crackling in the air like a live wire.

“Oh, come on,” Seth ignored the warning in Roman’s voice. “Let’s not pretend we don’t have a lot to catch up on.” he stepped even closer, looking Roman in the eyes . “You’re just mad that someone actually remembers what you were like back then.”

Roman knew exactly what he was getting at, and the implication felt like a sucker punch. His fists tightened at his sides, but he didn’t want Azure to see him like that—especially not with someone dredging up vague accusations about the past. He opened his mouth to respond, the sharp retort on his tongue, but Azure’s voice cut through, calm yet firm.

“Dr. Rollins, maybe this isn’t the time.” She stepped forward, glancing briefly at Roman as if to steady him, then met Seth’s gaze with surprising resolve. “Roman had a difficult call. It’s been a long night. Let’s leave it at that.”

But Seth wasn’t done. “You think you’re some kind of saint now, Roman? Playing the doting dad, charming everyone around you? We both know you’re just trying to outrun what you did.”

“Enough!” Roman barked, his voice echoing through the air. Heads turned, curious eyes watching the unfolding drama.

Azure stepped between them, her voice calm but firm. “Both of you need to stop. This isn’t helping anyone.”

Seth sneered, his eyes bouncing between the pair before landing on Roman. “Next time.”

As Seth disappeared into the parking lot, Roman exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face.

“Roman...” Azure began, but he shook his head.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice tight.

She frowned. “Are you okay?”

Roman hesitated, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “I’m fine,” he replied, though the weariness in his voice betrayed him. “I, uh… I’ll see you Sunday.” He walked away from her before she could respond. The tension in his body began to dissipate, but the anger lingered, mingling with frustration and confusion. He knew exactly what Seth’s problem was, but they’d seen each other in passing more often than not over the past few years. So whatever reason Seth decided to revisit the past all of a sudden left him more aggravated than anything else.

The morning sun had barely started to pierce through the clouds when Azure clocked in at the hospital. She couldn’t shake the lingering tension from yesterday’s confrontation, the storm that flickered in Roman’s eyes—it had etched itself into her memory. She sighed, bouncing her leg as she sat at the nurse’s station. If only work could be the distraction she needed.

“Morning, girl,” came a cheerful voice. Bianca breezed into view, her bright smile a stark contrast to Azure’s somber mood. “You good? You’ve been staring at that computer for five minutes straight, and I bet you haven’t typed a thing,”

Azure blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Before Bianca could respond, B-Fab sauntered up, her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face. “Honey, everybody saw that little showdown between Dr. Rollins and that firefighter of yours. He looked ready to throw down. What’s going on?”

“He’s not ‘my firefighter,’” Azure muttered, though her cheeks warmed at the insinuation. “And I’m not sure. They… have history, I guess.”

B-Fab smacked her teeth. “This hospital ain’t but so big. A fine ass firefighter EMT and the head doctor of our department going toe-to-toe? I woulda never seen that coming. That’s better than an episode of Grey’s-”

“Can we not blow this out of proportion?” Azure said quickly, lowering her voice. “It wasn’t that serious.”

Bianca arched an eyebrow. “Girl, please. The way Roman looked at Seth?”

Azure opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of the quick footsteps interrupted her. A nurse poked her head in. “Bianca, we need you in Room 312. Azure, Dr. Rollins wants to see you in his office.”

B-Fab gave Azure a pointed look. “You good?”

“I’m fine,” Azure replied, though her stomach twisted at the mention of Dr. Rollins. She wasn’t sure she was ready for whatever the conversation would bring.

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Azure knocked lightly on the office door, the sound of her knuckles against the wood barely audible over the hum of the hospital.

“Come in,” Seth’s voice called from inside, smooth and inviting.

She pushed the door open to find him sitting behind his desk, his signature smirk already in place. The way he leaned back in his chair, his hands folded behind his head, was far too relaxed for someone who’d nearly caused a scene outside the hospital the night before.

“Azure,” he greeted, his tone lighter than she expected.

“Dr. Rollins,” she replied cautiously, stepping inside and closing the door.

“Seth,” he corrected with a soft chuckle, motioning to the chair across from him. “Please, have a seat.”

She hesitated for a moment before taking a seat in front of the large hickory desk., folding her hands in her lap.

“I wanted to talk to you about last night,” he began, his expression softening. “I’m sorry you had to see that. Roman and I… we have a complicated history.”

Azure nodded slowly, unsure of how to respond. “It did seem… tense.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Seth said with a dry laugh, running a hand over his beard. “But I promise, I’ll do my best to keep things professional going forward. This hospital doesn’t need drama, and neither do you.”

She relaxed slightly at his apology, though something about his demeanor felt off.

“You’ve been adjusting so well here,” Seth continued, his tone shifting to something more personal. “I’ve heard nothing but good things from Bianca and the rest of the staff. You’re a natural fit.”

Azure bit the inside of her cheek warm at the compliment. “Thank you. Everyone’s been really welcoming. It’s made the transition easier.”

Seth leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the desk. “I noticed Roman has taken a liking to you.”

“He’s been nice, but…” Azure frowned. “Why do you say it like that?”

Seth let out a soft sigh, as if weighing his words carefully. “Look, I don’t want to get in the way of your personal life, but Roman and I have known each other for a long time. He has a tendency to… get involved with people and leave things messier than he found them.”

Her stomach twisted at the insinuation, but she kept her expression neutral. “I haven’t known him that long, but he doesn’t seem like that kind of person.”

Seth’s eyes softened, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “Let’s just say I’ve seen firsthand how things can go south when you trust him too much.”

She didn’t reply, her mind racing. Seth’s words felt calculated, like he was planting seeds of doubt without offering any real proof.

Seth must have noticed her silence because he added, “I’m just looking out for you, Azure. You’re a great addition to this team, and I’d hate to see anything—or anyone—distract you from that.” His gaze lingered, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat.

“Well, thank you for the concern,” she said, standing abruptly. “But I can handle myself.”

“Of course you can. Just be careful. Not everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt.” Seth stood as well, his expression unreadable.

She nodded slowly, her mind a tangle of confusion and frustration as she left Seth’s office. By the time she returned to the nurse’s station, B-Fab was gone, and the unease in Azure’s chest had grown. Seth’s words replayed in her mind, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his story—and to Roman’s—than he was letting on.

The rest of the week flew by for Roman. His large frame settled back into the plush sectional of Jimmy and Naomi’s couch, savoring the scent of buffalo wings and nachos wafting in from the kitchen. Audrey was giggling on the floor with Jey’s daughter, Mila; their laughter a welcome reprieve from the heaviness of the past week. The Detroit Lions were locked in a heated battle against the Chicago Bears on the screen, and while the game should’ve held his attention, Roman found himself glancing toward Azure more often than not.

She sat in the accent chair, dressed casually in jeans and a blue Detroit sweatshirt, her focus seemingly fixed on the game. Still, Roman could sense her reserve. Her laugh didn’t come as easily, and her gaze flickered away whenever his met hers.

Audrey’s shriek of laughter snapped Roman back to the moment. “No fair, Mila! You cheated!” she teased, pointing an accusatory finger at her cousin.

“I did not!” Mila shot back, her grin wide enough to betray her innocence.

Roman chuckled under his breath, grateful for the joy that Audrey exuded. But even in this lively atmosphere, his mind replayed the argument at the hospital—Seth’s words at the hospital had cut deep, reopening wounds he thought had long healed. Yet what gnawed at him now wasn’t just Seth’s accusations—it was how Azure might perceive him. The thought of her believing the worst caused an unusual feeling in his stomach.

Bothering him more than it should have.

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The first half of the game was intense. Roman and Jimmy loudly cheered on the Bears, much to Jey’s dismay. Audrey and Mila eventually joined in, jumping up and down to mimic the excitement. Azure even laughed at their antics a few times, though she quickly fell back into silence whenever Roman looked her way.

Halftime came, and the game commentators’ voices filled the living room. Roman took a deep breath, catching Azure’s gaze. “Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?”

She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line before she nodded. “Sure.”

He led her out to the back porch, the crisp November air cooling his skin. They stood in silence for a moment before Roman finally spoke. “I wanted to apologize for what happened at the hospital. With Seth.”

Azure crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on the horizon. “You don’t need to apologize for him.”

Roman shook his head. “No, I do. That argument… it wasn’t just about work. There’s a lot of history between Seth and me, and I’m sorry you got caught in the middle of it.”

Azure’s gaze softened slightly. “He called me into his office after that,” she said. “Tried to explain his side of things. Said you were… untrustworthy, messy.”

Roman’s jaw tightened. “And what did you say?”

“I didn’t believe him,” she said simply, her voice steady. “It didn’t add up, not with what I’ve seen of you.”

The weight on Roman’s chest lightened slightly. “Thank you for that,” he said, his voice quieter. A beat passed before he continued, leaning against the wall next to the back door. “Back in the day, Seth, me, and another friend were driving, cops pulled us over, and… I took the fall for something I shouldn’t have.”

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June, 2014

“That’s not mine,” Roman said automatically, even though he knew whose it was. He turned to Seth, their eyes locking. The unspoken tension between them felt heavier than the humid night air. The officer shook his head before walking over to the second patrol car as another officer stepped out of the vehicle.

Seth broke first, stepping closer to Roman and lowering his voice. “Look, man, I can’t—this will ruin me,” he whispered, desperation in his tone. “Residency, my license, everything. You know what’s at stake.”

Roman’s stomach churned. “You brought that shit into my truck?” he hissed.

“I just needed it to take the edge off, alright?” Seth’s words tumbled out in a frantic whisper. “You—you’ve got connections. Your family knows the fire chief. This’ll get swept under the rug for you. For me? It’s game over.”

Roman stared at him, his mind racing. The weight of Seth’s plea hung between them.

Dean, now sobered by the situation, stepped forward. “Come on, Seth. You can’t ask him to do that. Take responsibility for your own—”

“Dean,” Seth snapped, his voice low and sharp. “This isn’t your life on the line. Stay out of it.”

Roman closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He hated the position Seth had put him in, hated the way the officer’s gaze bore into him, waiting for an explanation. But he thought about Seth’s future, the years of hard work that had led to this point. And he thought about his own family—their respectability in the community, their influence.

When Roman opened his eyes, his decision was made.

“It’s mine,” he said firmly, stepping forward and taking the bag from the officer’s hand.

“Roman—” Dean started, but Roman silenced him with a look.

Seth’s face was a mix of relief and guilt, but Roman couldn’t bring himself to meet his eyes.

The officer gave Roman a long, scrutinizing look before nodding toward his patrol car. “You’re coming with me.”

As the handcuffs clicked around his wrists, Roman caught Seth’s gaze one last time. “Don’t waste this,” he muttered under his breath before being led to the car.

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“Why would you do that?” Azure’s brows knitted together.

Roman exhaled heavily, shifting his weight to the opposite leg. “Because I was protecting my friend. Turns out, I was just givin' Seth a free pass to screw me over... I didn’t serve time for it, but still, a lot changed after that.”

Azure’s lips parted as if to respond, but she paused, considering her words. “That explains a lot.” She spoke. “But I think it says more about you than him—you took the fall, even when it wasn’t yours to take. That’s not reckless. That’s selfless.”

Roman stared at her, letting her words sink in. He wanted to believe her, to see himself that way, but a familiar weight pressed against his chest. He looked out at the darkening sky, his voice quieter. “Maybe,” he said, his tone somber. “But sometimes, no matter how much you want to protect someone, it’s not enough. You can’t always be the hero people think you are.”

A sudden thud broke through the brief silence, followed by a small cry. Roman’s head snapped towards the back door, and the duo ran back into the living room where Audrey was cradling her arm, her face scrunched in pain.

Jimmy was already at her side, and Azure quickly made her way around the coffee table, speaking softly as she knelt beside her. “What happened, sweetie?”

“I hit the table,” Audrey whimpered, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Naomi, where are the Band-Aids?” Roman called, moving to join them, his heart twisting at the sight of his daughter’s distress.

“Here,” Naomi jogged into the living room, handing the small box to him.

Roman handed a single Band-Aid and alcohol pad to Azure, watching as she carefully applied it and chatted with Audrey to keep her calm.

“It’s just a little scrape,” Azure soothed. “You’re okay, I promise.”

Roman crouched beside them, watching how tender Azure was with his daughter. The way Audrey leaned into her, trusting her completely, filled him with an unexpected warmth.

“Thanks, Azure,” Roman said, his voice low. His hand moved instinctively, resting on her shoulder for a brief moment, the contact surprising him.

“You’re welcome,” a faint smile spread across Azure’s face. The rest of the game passed in a blur for Roman. His focus wasn’t on the field or the score but on the woman sitting across from him and the way she had quietly worked her way into his life. Their lives. As the final whistle blew, signaling a Lions win, Roman found himself looking forward to the next Sunday—and not just for the football.

#roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns fic #roman reigns x black!oc #firefighter!au #roman reigns x oc

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daydreaming-robot · 3 months ago

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My thoughts for the Murder Drones Series Finale

MASSIVE SPOILER ALERT

I'm gonna start this here with being honest about the runtime. It's short, that's all. I was thinking that it would be almost 40 or 30 minutes because it's a series finale. But having it about 20 minutes isn't something new(from my experience)

The reunion with Uzi and Nori was short, but needed, with Uzi having a chat with her mom in the silent scenery of space. And the way to beat the Solver is to permanently separate the solver from it's host by taking out the core and destroying it. Only for N to accidentally hit her with the landing pod.

Nuzi is canon. I'll be honest, I'm not much of a Nuzi shipper, that's all. But seeing the two admit their love to each other and hug each other while descending into the planet while on fire is honestly beautiful. Also I love their logic; save the world first, do all the corny awkward robotic dating later

V IS BAAAAAAAAAACK MOTHERFUCKERS. Throughout the series, I started off disliking V. But as the series progressed I started to appreciate her character development. And I felt heartbroken upon seeing her supposed death on episode 6. So upon seeing V throw hands with J, I SCREAMED my lungs off seeing her again. And I like that she has a pet sentinel now

J admits that she was also tricked by the Solver was surprising, but still worked with it. Why tho. Her loyalty eventually became her downfall after losing to her former teammates

Uzi has her own singularity bomb(that's what I call the [NULL] thing)

If there's one thing I love the series for, it's the horror. I'll explain in a separate post lol

THE FIGHT SCENE OMG THE TEAM AT GLITCH IS COOKING IN THE KITCHEN. The nightcore music as Uzi and Cyn fought is something I laughed at cuz it reminded me of my childhood watching Creepypasta AMVs with nightcore music in the bg. It's not something bad but it gave me a nostalgic punch in face

"Nobody traumatizes these weirdly hot robots but me!" bi Uzi bi Uzi bi Uzi bi Uzi

The defeat of the host Cyn imo is very satisfying. Uzi destroying the outer shell of the core to reveal the singularity is a clean transition. But then a monochromatic singularity formed between the two as Cyn tries to get it back in her body in order to survive. And Uzi's quick thinking was to... eat it. It worked for a bit because Cyn LITERALLY MELTED IN FRONT OF UZI. But it caused her to pass out as her body cannot handle two cores in one body for a brief moment

Uzi now has a yellow and purple ombre eye color after she has fused with the Absolute Solver

I like how Khan had a feeling that's still Nori after she scrambled off, which make sense considered she was pronounced dead up until episode 7

Her saying that she's now a "Damaged OC" is hilarious and personally call out to all artists and writers because we gave our oc traumatic events character development that they're traumatized in the end lmao

I love how the teacher, throughout the entire series gave zero fucks about what's going on around him

I love in the ending scene is a parallel to the pilot episode with her giving off a presentation to her class. The difference being that N and V are now attending the class and her parents being at the door supporting her

I love how N is improving on his artwork, with V being supportive

Uzi flexing her newfound power to scare the shit outta her class mates is a classic parallel to her showing off her railgun in the pilot, never get old Uzi, never get old

The post credit scene, with Uzi glitching out and the Solver talking to her gives off the feeling that Uzi isn't safe yet. Especially with the look on Uzi's face throughout the scene, she looks exhausted, and she looks like she isn't all there at the same time

Anyway that's my thoughts on the Series Finale of Murder Drones. It was a rollercoaster all throughout

#my thoughts #murder drones #murder drones uzi #n murder drones #v murder drones #cyn murder drones #khan murder drones #murder drones nori #murder drones spoilers #md episode 8 #murder drones episode 8 #murder drones finale #series finale #glitch #glitch productions

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cardinalcanis · 1 month ago

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First wife

This fic has been eating my brain since I drove to work this morning, hope you like this experimental lesbian fluff I have cooked for you.

Summary: Börte, Jaghatai Khan's first wife, reminisces about her time with the Primarch.

Pairing: f!Jaghatai Khan x f!oc

TW: sexual acts described poetically.

Word count: 1,274

Tag squad (let me know if you wish to be tagged on stuff): @jaghatai-khock @horuslupercal @yestheantichrist

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I still remember the first time she took me. We raced carelessly across the plains, even with the advantage she caught up to me with ease and lifted me in her arms so high I felt like flying. She let my hair down for it to play in the breeze, unraveled the bothersome layers covering my body so we could dance naked under the moon, the clicking of my jewelry and the cheer of our voices creating a tune that will only be ours.

There was no shame in being bare in the open fields as she was the Khan of all the sun touches and the stars kissed, the world was our bedchamber and for our blankets the sky. She baptized me in the endless stream of her lips that bathed my shores in hues of pink and red. The khan took my hands in hers and guided them through the all encompassing scarred landscape of her body. Sang poetry and praise to me as I worshiped the wetness between her thighs as she did with mine.

The Warhawk pinned me down with the swift skill a bird of prey does a mouse, straddling her ever powerful figure over the spread center of my pleasure. Leaving no doubt who owned me as I was ridden with the ferocity one subdues a wild stallion into submission until all I could think of was my Khan, the veil of stars framing her and the ones she ignited inside me.

We laid in the grass, bodies intertwined in a holy vow to never be apart again. Soothed into sleep by the smells of aged leather, motor fuel and wildflowers.

It still surprises me how vivid some of my memories still are after so many years. I am the first wife but there was a time when I was the last wife. Young and wide eyed I was welcomed into a family of older brothers and sisters I didn’t share blood with, countless daughters I never gave birth to.

‘The Radiant Wife’, she named me, ‘Just as the light unravels shadows so does your smile onto pains my heart haunt’, Jaghatai said; I hadn’t been told anything like that, so I believed her.

A new spouse came and I became ‘older sister’ for them, following our beloved wherever her path took her, we still do.

This has been her longest hunt I have the memory of. ‘The webway’ they call this place, my Jaghatai’s prey? The Xenos dressed in black and pain. We the spouses have had to say goodbye to several older brothers and sisters as time caught up with them, we the family had to grieve many daughters who lived and died by the blade. But also welcomed new ones in the exotic stops around our path.

Our Khan of khans is not only hunting xenos, we believe she hunts a bigger prey that is still unknown to us but we’ll follow her to it anyways.

‘Oldest sister’ the rest of the spouses call me, in their naivete I am to guide them, in their aggressions I am to strike truces, and in their inexperience I am to mark the example.

“Oldest sister” I let my voice speak into the night at the same time I oversee our camp in the distance. The Webway has guided us to a new planet to settle at, at least for the moment as our Khan is a woman of movement. How long has it been since we started our hunt? My hair was still a silken curtain of black when Jaghatai laid her head on the late Forge Husband��s bountiful chest and cried about betrayal. Now my head is crowned by snow white like a winter hare.

Time is hard to track in this place. By the way my face wrinkles and the skin of my body sags, how the joints ache in the morning and my breast has lost its bounce: I may say I am in my mid 60s or early 70s, but I am not the only one that has felt it’s been much longer.

“Börte, my golden flower, what has made you stand alone in the cold of night?” There was my hawk, as glorious as the first day she laid eyes on me save some frown lines.

“I thought the Fourth Spouse, Graceful Husband, and Fifth Spouse, Eloquent Wife were entertaining you tonight with song and dance, my Khan.” I answered politely as she sat by me, her arms dragging me into her embrace.

“You are angry at me.” She said, her breath smelled like kumis.

“Why do you think so, my Khan?”

She smiled, her black eyes enthralling me like no spell by any Sorcerer ever could.

“You always use my titles instead of my first name in private when there’s something bothering you.”

She was right, oh my Jaghatai whose guile has always brought me into defeat. Have I ever had a choice? The day she conquered my homeworld we bent our knees to our new masters bringers of blood and flame. The moment she lifted my brow from the ashen remains of my home it was clear I had been long claimed.

There was my conqueror, sole owner of my soul.

“I’m just nostalgic, my Jaghatai” I half lied. “Eloquent Wife reminds me of a mix of my late older brother, Cunning Husband and… me when I was in full bloom.”

“Does my Börte think she has withered and dulled in my eyes?” She turned me around on her lap to face her, my arms finding support on the strength of her bare shoulders. “What is eloquence in the darkness where there is nothing to rhyme about? It is brightness that uncovers the shadows and shows the wonders that could be put into song.” I went from intoxicating in the leftover taste of kumis in her lips to prancing down hill by her hand. “Come with me my Börte, my Radiant Wife, as I am blind in the dark without a light.”

We raced carelessly across the plains, even with the advantage she caught up to me with ease and lifted me in her arms so high I felt like flying. She let my hair down for it to play in the breeze, unraveled the bothersome layers covering my body so we could dance naked under the moon, the clicking of my jewelry and the cheer of our voices creating a tune that will only be ours.

We laid in the grass, bodies intertwined in a holy vow to never be apart again. Soothed into sleep by the smells of aged leather, motor fuel and wildflowers.

#fanfic #warhamer 40000 #my writing #wh40k oc #fluff #romantic #jaghatai khan #primarch headcanon #primarch #female primarch #f!oc #female oc #first person pov #female jaghatai khan #jaghatai khan x f!oc #warhammer

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carlacid · 7 months ago

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oughihn i have like way too much doodles so it's time to put it here

(oh yeah also bunch of oc stuff hehe hoho im insane :3)

Khalia Carter / 007 - Worker drone, has her own giant bunker kinda like Khan, survived the horror of the fucking nori incident, uses her own programming to get rid of other solver users in her bunker (aka lobotomy, yay) has a son, Andromeda. (i will make a little note about Andromeda eventually)

NOW MOVING ONTO MY FAVORITE CREATURE

Serial Designation S - Murder drone "Advanced Dissasembly Drone" the only thing that makes him different from a standard dissasembly drone is his second pair of arms and slight height difference (also cyan coloring lmao) used to be in the manor along with the others (affected by the solver, acted similarly to Cyn during that time) after the manor arc and getting to Copper 9 he acted normally, as of the solver was gone (spoiler it wasn't lmao)

I know that at some point he would have his memories come back because they're all a mess, Khalia would probably become a temporary admin for him after that

oh and yeah i like to imagine Cyn was nice to his silly ass because "omg we both act silly, if this body dies you're my next host <3"

coughs anyways art dump yahoo

#murder drones #murder drones oc #serial designation s.#khalia carter.#i am so normal about murder drones iughfhhnj #enjoy this whole thing lmao #random doodles

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ouroboros-hideout · 8 months ago

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WIP WHENEVER

@chevvy-yates tagged me for this. Thank you a lot 💚

This will be a huge wall of text aswell, since I am not really of the „visual“ side of creating atm.

Writing // Worldbuilding

I'm still writing the next two chapters for my fanfiction, but would rather briefly introduce my other OCs here (yes, Aon isn´t the only one by now). Maybe I can create all of them ingame at some point, depending on how stupid I´ll act with modding etc. when I start. Since things can change quickly in the story while I'm writing, I wouldn't say that everything is 100% set in stone, a lot of it isn't finished yet. But it's a good base. Most of them appear in my „Like Napalm“ fic. Some of them will be in my main GARMR fic aswell. So prepare for half backed character data entries and some rambling.

Gan

Gan Tomobataar, or Iron as he is usually called, is a mysterious man. Many stories surround the Mongolian giant and it always depends on who asks him whether he affirms or denies these tales. It is therefore uncertain which of them are true or fictional and he really enjoys keeping his past in the dark. He is said to have served in an elite military unit. The metal teeth that earned him his iconic nickname are said to have been lost in numerous boxing matches as he tried to turn pro to make a better life for himself and his family, and he is allegedly a descendant of Ginghis Khan (which is probably one of his favorite rumors). One can assume that his closest confidants have more clarity, but none of them would dare say a word about it. Undeniably true is that he has two brothers, of whom he is the second-born. Together with them, he leads one of the largest nomadic clans in eastern Europe and Asia. The Tomobataar nomads are divided into three large families, each led by one of the three brothers. Iron's family stays mainly in Mongolia and Russia, but he would also travel to more distant parts of the Soviet Union for profitable contracts. He doesn't have many vices, but one of them is definitely greed.

By sheer luck, at least that's what he claimed, he picked up Aon on the street when she was trying to flee Moscow on her own. He promised to protect her from the Secret Police and other bounty hunters if she proved to be a useful member of his clan. However, his methods for testing her worth would put the young woman to the test.

Yakov

Yakov always had problems finding his place in the world. He grew up in St. Petersburg, studying or an education other than working in his father's car repair shop were never an option financially, but the young man always yearned for something greater than being stuck in the alleys and streets of his childhood. He decided to join the military when he was old enough, but was discharged immediately after basic training for insubordination and general unsuitability. What remained for him was to work in his father's garage until he died after a long illness. Yakov tried to keep the store running on his own for a while, but he found it difficult to do good business without proper management and eventually had to sell the store. This was followed by a relatively dark period. He saw himself as a failure, was unable to find a new job and drank away the money he had received for the workshop in the bars in his neighborhood. One evening, a man came into his local pub. His car had broken down outside, he wouldn't get any further that night and kept him company for a few hours. The next day, Yakov repaired his car for the man called Gan and left the town with him to live with the Tomobataar nomads.

Gregori

Gregori's mother, a singer from New York, came to the Russian capital for a gig and met a military officer there. The two got together and the result was little Greg. Shortly afterwards, however, the couple fell apart and she took her son back to America, where he spent most of his childhood and youth being raised by babysitters and nannies, while the singer preferred to spend her time on tour or in the recording studio. Gregori at least inherited much of her creativity, starting to make music himself at an early age and drawing a lot. Just what small children do when they need to keep themselves busy.

When he was 16 years old, his mother died of an overdose. As she never bothered to write down a testament or anything similar, her entire fortune goes to her greedy manager, who leaves Gregori penniless.

The boy, who has spent his whole life sheltered without much contact with the outside world, is left with nothing and doesn't know exactly what to do. So he scrapes together the last of his money and buys a ticket to Moscow, where he tries to find his father, but in vain. He quickly goes off the rails, barely speaks a word of Russian, is recruited by a gang and gets exploited. An arms deal with a group of nomads goes wrong, a shootout ensues and Gegori is the only one left of the gang because he hides instead of fighting. Yakov, who was on the other side of the deal, takes pity on him and eventually takes him to his new family where he tries to find his place within the group.

Anna

Anna grew up with the Tomobataar nomads from an early age. Her parents were killed in a botched mission when she was just four years old. Iron, who in a way blamed himself for this, took on a guardianship for her and looked after the little girl like the apple of his eye. As the years passed and Anna grew older, the relationship between her and her foster father changed. He became increasingly demanding, punished misbehavior and put the still young girl under pressure. Aon, who had already earned her place in the clan by this time, could not tolerate this behavior as she herself had grown up under similar circumstances. No one else in the clan interfered with Iron's "parenting methods", which is why she ended up doing it. Anna and Aon then became inseparable and she naturally followed her later when they left the clan along with many others.

Anatoly

Anatoly, or Tolik as Aon calls him, belongs to the Russian working class in Moscow and cannot claim to own much. As a boy, he dreamed of studying mechanical engineering in order to open his own workshop or business. A dream that his father would never have been able to afford in this life. So after school, Tolik started working at his father's scrap yard on the outskirts of Moscow, not an easy job. He regularly drives into the city to pick up old components and scrap metal from SovOil and other big corporations, where he meets Alyona one day. The two strike up a conversation, exchange banter and hit it off straight away, which over time develops into a teenage love story. Aon spends a lot of time with him at the scrapyard, where she can test and improve her skills on old machines and has a place to hide from her hated stepfather. He, in return, benefits from the knowledge she brings with her from university, and his dream of building his own big thing soon becomes her dream too. Together they consider leaving the city at some point and make plans for the future

unnamed_chromed_up_terrifying_SovOil_Secret_Police_agent

Yea well, I don't know yet how to call him. After Aon has fled Moscow, the officers of the normal police force give up the search for her, as it theoretically no longer falls within their area of responsibility. However, since Kristof claims that Aon stole the data he wanted to sell to Petrochem, SovOil is naturally very interested in finding her and the data chip. So they send a Secret Police agent after her, who, together with a small unit, tries to track her down. He actually already had a kind of "Easter Egg" appearance in my other AU. He would have been the agent sitting next to Kurt if he hadn't switched the cards on the table. Funny how differently things can go. Anyway, he doesn't really have much of a backstory other than he used to work for the KGB and is a bloodthirsty hound dog who chases Aon halfway across the country (spoiler: and finds her). If I were to compare him to another character from movies etc, he would probably have the closest vibe to Hans Landa from Inglourious Basterds. The character was very well written, even though I would probably make my namesless_pig a bit younger than him. But since he'll be pumped full of cyberware anyway, it probably doesn't matter much in the end. It's just supposed to be a fucking horrible character and Aon's nightmare.

Robert Walker

Robert is one of the key-characters in my main fanfiction. I haven't thought about him in depth yet, but the general concept is there. He's a British journalist and photographer who wanted to go high by exposing wrongdoings in society. For him, there is nothing more exciting than achieving "fame and notoriety" as a whistleblower. He's not necessarily stupid or doesn't know what he's doing, he's just unlucky. He gets into trouble with the wrong people and upsets the even worse ones, which is why he has to flee the UK and ends up in NC. There he tries to start over and stay out of trouble. However, he soon develops an "unhealthy" obsession with Kurt Hansen. He is incredibly fascinated by him and spends every free minute in Dogtown so that he can perhaps take a photo (or two, or ten) of his idol. At some point, he goes so far as to seek direct contact and wants to interview him. Kurt is flattered at first, but has little desire to reveal information about himself in some strange blog or gossip magazine. But that didn't stop Robert from continuing to stalk him and even trying to become a member of Barghest. At some point, Hansen got too pissed off and gave him the choice of leaving Dogtown or catching a bullet. Robbie chose the second option. After all, he hadn't forbid him to camp outside the gates of Dogtown, had he?

Technically I could tell something about Aon´s mom and her stepfather too, but I don´t have that much yet. So will keep em for the next WIP together with the other OCs for my main fic. There will be three more. A general, a corpo guy and the last is still up for discussion with my brain. Considering somekind of warlord or a netrunner.

Art

I tried to do something different than a full rendered piece of artwork. I am not yet confinced that I like it. I like, that it was finished really fast lmao but...I dunno.

Aon and Tolik - 2055

But happy that Aon is actually recognizable in the end. During the process she looked so much like So Mi at a point that my brain went: WHO ARE YOU GIRL. But I like the long hair. Will give it back to her in her 2078+ appearance. Not exactly like this, but longer than her normal style.

Not quite sure about Anatoly tho. I mean, he looks like this in my head, but I will reconsidere if he will get some cyberarms. He is poor like a mouse, so probably can´t afford expensive tech like this, but he feels kind of „empty“ without anything.

Congrats and huge thanks if you read this far. Brainrot stronk!

Tagging some ppl aswell. Everyone else is invited too to show off some awesome stuff ofc, no pressure as always!

@blackrevell @olath124 @cyberholic77 @cybervesna @pinkyjulien @theviridianbunny @therealnightcity @wanderingaldecaldo @miss--river @barghestapologist @kdval @streetkid-named-desire @aggravateddurian @androgymess

#wip whenever #worldbuilding #writing stuff #art stuff #oc stuff

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shinxeysartgallery · 3 months ago

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A few comments about le episode while I collect my thoughts a bit

The teacher is still a fucking mood.

Aw, I wish Nori got more time with her daughter.

YOUR HONOR THEY'RE DATING

V IS ALIIIIIIIIIVE (Also as a side note, that one drawing I made last year is now technically canon.)

Oh damn I guess my theory about J was wrong though. Bitch fucking knew the whole time. Still sad that she was manipulated though. :(

CYN CANONICALLY SAYS FUCK

"NO ONE TRAUMATIZES THESE WEIRDLY HOT ROBOTS BUT ME!" Ayo? 👀

Uzi really said "I'm cringe but I'm free"

N and Uzi really be doing a secret handshake while V beats the shit out of Cyn in the background. 💀

Uzi really just ate that fucking black hole.

Aw, we didn't technically get the Nori and Khan reunion. :(

"AW YEAH, I'M A DAMAGED OC!"

Oh shit??? Cyn's possessing her tail now?

(Also officially RIP Tessa, J, and Doll)

I'll probably write something more coherent later if I feel like it, but good episode! A little bit disappointing that it wasn't longer and there are still some plot points that never got wrapped up, but it was still enjoyable. (And this is what fanfics/etc are for!)

Also, thankfully not too much lore editing for my own AU, so that's pretty poggers. Only one minor edit needed.

(I am very sad that it's all over now though.)

#murder drones #murder drones spoilers #murder drones episode 8

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cyrah-is-cool101 · 2 months ago

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Punch Out Characters (+ OC) as Just Dance Coaches and their respective song

Just Dance 2025 has released some of its brand-new songs on its YouTube channel and other social media platforms. The songs are great by the way so, why not take Punch Out characters and make them into Just Dance coaches?

Little Mac- We Are The Champions by Queen

Seeing Mac dressing up as Freddy Mercury while singing this song would be funny, but it reflects on his journey from an underdog to the champ.

Star Mika (My OC)- SMILEY by Yena (Feat. BIBI)

This song really kept me upbeat and I happen to like K-pop so, Mika would keep on dancing when listening to this song while wearing some Deco outfit or a colorful Lolita dress.

Glass Joe- La vie en rose by Edith Piaf

This song is actually one of my Tita's (aunt) favorites when she was still in high school and knowing Joe, he would simply try to mix his dance moves of pop ballad and contemporary dance. I would love to see him in a very slick tuxedo or something fancy but flexible.

Von Kaiser- Part of Me by Katy Perry

Ok, I know what you are thinking since this song has already been taken but what if the coach was male, and since the original music video of this song was taken place in the military so why not? Von Kaiser would fit into this very well, he would have the same dance moves as the original Part of Me coach but a little different.

Disco Kid- Let's Groove by Earth, Wind, Fire

I have heard of this song and yes, I have seen the 2016 Just Dance version of this but what if it was a solo coach instead? Enter Disco Kid, he would be in a really funky 70s disco suit because, of course, he's all about disco! I would have picked other songs from the funky 70s but this one really sticks to me.

King Hippo- Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride from Disney's Lilo and Stitch

This song brings back childhood memories when I first saw Lilo and Stitch and hearing this song feels very relaxing and upbeat. Hippo would really like to dance to this song, making cute hula moves while also adding a touch of that relaxing upbeat rhythm.

Piston Hondo- Pokemon Theme Song

Now this song is really cool since it can be heard in both English and Japanese. Hondo would do well in this song while also dressing up as Ash Ketchum and being accompanied by Pikachu in the dance.

Bear Hugger- Timber by Pitbull (ft. Ke$ha)

Another song is taken, yes I know but what if this one is a trio and it would be in this awesome claymation style. Seeing Bear Hugger dancing while being accompanied by Mr. Bear and his squirrel friend would be so cute and cool.

Great Tiger- Friend Like Me from Disney's Aladdin

We already had Prince Ali from JD 2014 and and A Whole New World from JD 2024 so why not this song? It would be so cool to see Great Tiger dressing up as the live-action Genie from the live-action movie Aladdin, his clones would also add flare to the dance

Don Flamenco- Livin La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

Picture this, a song from JD 4 would be perfect for Don but make it duet and extreme with him and Carmen in an amazing flamenco/tango style dance. There would also be a 2nd version of this but it's normal and he is trying to seduce Mika in this.

Aran Ryan- The Spark Irish by Kabin Crew and Lisdoonvarna Crew

Yes, I have seen the TikToks on this song and it would be a perfect summer song for Aran. He would go wild for this song while doing his famous Irish jig in this and yes, this one would also have an extreme version of it.

Soda Popinski- Moscow Moscow by Dschinghis Khan and Jay Khan

I only have heard of this song from a video for a MMD Hetalia meme but this would be such a funny song to have. I know that Rasputin is the more popular song on JD but having another Russian song like this would be so cool and hilarious at the same time.

Bald Bull- Centuries by Fall Out Boy

JD 2023 released one Fall Out Boy song but what if there is another one, enter Centuries. This one would be themed after Ancient Greece with Bald Bull as coach. He would have this gladiator minotaur costume and sick dance moves.

Super Macho Man- Footloose by Kenny Loggins

One of the most iconic from both the past and today. SMM would be so cool to see in the 50s setting with a crowd cheering for him.

Mr. Sandman- Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) by Eurythmics

The song for Night Swan's origins in JD 2022 is perfect for Mr. Sandman. This one would be the male version and it would be in a dream-like setting with flashing lights, sleeping sheep, and bright stars. And it would be so cool for Sandman to wear an outfit to match the setting.

(Part 2 for Super Punch-Out coming soon)

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kelpiemomma · 1 year ago

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rolling around Ingo fully remembering Emmet and being distraught over 1. forgetting him and 2. being unable to return (yet) and Khan having to make the choice between walking away and ignoring him (preferred method) or hanging out and commiserating what it's like to forget that your siblings existed and having no way to get back to them (the whole "dead sister" thing can stay under wraps still tho)

#khan a.#unintentional link between them on my part #bc khan was initially designed as just a pokemon oc but then he ended up in hisui for the funsies and he was just supposed to be #an older brother figure for akari except he developed into having an actual history and stuff #ingo: i'm the worst kind of brother! how could i forget my twin?!#khan (thinking): mmm now's probably not the best time to mention the whole 'killed my own sister' thing huh #khan (out loud): that's rough buddy. but here-#ingo: these are nickles?#khan: yeah. i ALSO completely forgot my younger siblings existed. weird that it happened twice.#'if i had a nickle for every time someone i knew lost their memories of their younger siblings i'd have two nickles. which isn't a lot #but it's weird that it happened twice.'

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papakhan · 5 months ago

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good sir, may i ask for eighteen, four (anyone of your choosing), and twenty (understandable if twenty is too personal though so no pressure), and a twenty one if you feel up to it? happy pride ^^

From this!

18. Do you prefer to give your ocs specific labels, or keep it unspecified? Why? If applicable, do you change their labels depending on circumstance?

Kind of depends on the character like Most of them I do give specific identities and labels for my own organisation but some of my smaller background characters I leave open until I decide to develop them more.

4. Is your oc's environment supportive about their identity? How does this impact them?

For Fleabag the wider Khans are supportive like the people in charge like Jack/Diane Papa and Regis but their immediate family and circle being reactionary New Khans are not. Fleabag didn't want to leave them but kind of had to for their own peace.

20. Have your ocs helped you in self discovery? How?

YES well maybe not my ocs but imagining Papa being trans definitely did help me out and also having ocs who are bi just made me feel more confident. In general yeah they helped me a lot esp when I was going through some shit that made me feel like my identity was evil and ruining my life having funny little guys in my head or in my sketchbook who were the same as me made me feel better

21. Free ramble card wee

Hmmm this is less of a ramble more of a rant but I think more people should have fun with gender in the wasteland because there's a lot of potential for fun and new weird gender experiences when the government has fully broken down, and the gender presentations that might arise when you can just assume a new identity and move cities and start again and there's no government sticking a F or M on your licence. I don't know about you guys but the government is the one stopping me from transitioning the way I'd like and if they got blown up alongside traditional societal expectations I'd present myself differently. And I understand the merits of ""making this trans character experience the transphobia of our world because that's what I go through"" Obviously because I have Fleabag and other characters who do go through the rough family relations I go through. But I think some people are sooo dedicated to making the ENTIRE wasteland miserable where EVERYONE is transphobic and there's no HRT anywhere and there's not a dissection of the transphobia it's just misery for the sake of misery like "oooh doc Mitchell says 'not the name I'd have picked for you' as a microaggression against your transgender courier" is the worst take I've ever seen and I'm just tired of it. It's just not fun. Why is it funny to make characters transphobic now? Sure there's factions who'd obviously be transphobic in the wasteland like the Legion or BOS or NCR frontlines but does it HAVE to be EVERYONE? good grief The way I write the Khan's development regarding trans people and is partly a spiteful kickback of all the "realistic transphobia" I see in so much fallout art/writing about trans characters. Tbh it had gotten a lot better lately but I do remember the big argument everyone had on here a few years ago. Something about autodocs making transition "too easy" or something. In my lore the Khans only survived because of the queer community hidden in the New Khans. Transition was hard for Fleabag due to their poor support circle and I like to explore their internalised struggle and how they learnt to be themself and love themself and it wasn't easy and it didn't go to plan and they still don't have closure about their dad but they did it.. I guess people still do give me shit for making Papa trans but I don't care about that. Anyway I encourage people to have more fun with wasteland gender and be weirder about it. If Khans pick a new name when they go through their initiation rite then why not pick a new gender too? The Followers what are they doing they're anarchists they're talking about the gender spectrum! BUTCH KINGS!! What about ghouls how do people hundreds of years old perceive their gender? OR SUPER MUTANTS.. there sooo much potential with super mutant gender. I want Vault Dwellers who escape the rigid gender structure of their vaults and discovering a beautiful world where yes life is harder but you can be yourself. Intersex people aren't forced to have surgery and just live their lives. I want raiders who don't care about gender and only care about being cool and dangerous. I want drag in Vegas. I want implants from Dr Usanagi that deliver HRT into my bloodstream long-term. I want the Followers to have an empty box on their paperwork for their patients to explain their gender. I want genderfluid super mutants. Do you understand my vision? Peace and love on planet earth <3

#txt #thank you for letting me ramble sorry it became a rant :')#also i have your other ask and I will try to get to it today sorry I've been really busy!!#asks #ask meme

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deepest-dope · 9 months ago

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remember my ex-raider post? no? im referencing it anyway! so anyways heres the new vegas companions ranked for how long admitting to being an ex raider would shut them up, listed longest time to shortest time! you can use it for your own ocs i guess but this is mostly based on my boy cave

boone stopped talking for an entire week after. he'd just barely gotten conversational after 1 month of traveling together towards vegas. he was talking about the ncr too much and too positively. it took 2 more weeks for him to get back to what counts as conversational for boone. hes not really chatty in the first place but his weirdly high trust in the ncr even after what he himself is upset about them putting him through is very grating. cave dropped an additional im a jackal and ex-powder ganger bomb month 3 after craig tried to suggest he enlist after a trip to bitter springs. they never really got to start talking again before boone was killed.

cass went quiet after being told and stayed quiet for 3 entire days. got over it in the end though, but mostly because he's not a raider anymore. nobody tell her its only ex because he literally cannot get back to his old group and he does not trust anyone else enough to run with. probably shouldnt say anything about having considered trying to join the great khans for a while before unfortunate circumstances ended up souring his relationship with most of the great khans he was close to either. this was before she figured out he was an addict which she was honestly way more upset about, she was pestering him to drink with her.

raul took one full day to get over it, actually suspected it for a while beforehand based on cave's vaguely guilty reaction to being told the story of how raul's family died. doesnt really hold it against cave like boone and cass did either. he is the first and for a long time only person to realize cave uses the fact he used to be a raider as an easy single use method to make people shut up and leave him alone for a while. cave used it because he ran out of stuff to keep withdrawal at bay and just needed some quiet time without raul razzing him or kvetching at him. raul is actually semi-prepared to come to cave's defense for when he tells other people that little tidbit about himself if they have a bad reaction to it. not where cave can see him do it though.

arcade took until cave was finished cooking for everyone, so like an hour at most, but wasnt overly hung up on it. cave actually pulled that card out more for arcades benefit then his own because arcade was stumbling over another attempt to cover up his past with the enclave badly. arcade wasnt that torn up over it but could tell cave needed a little time to himself, but not that cave usually uses the ex raider bomb to get time to himself. also semi-prepared to come to caves defense if anyone takes the ex-raider thing badly. it actually helps arcade feel better admitting to being an enclave citizen to cave. they both think their past is much worse then each others.

veronica takes it 2nd best out of everyone at like 30 minutes tops, and thats mostly because she was eating lunch with him. also the only one to really pick up on the fact that he would very much still be a raider if he still had his family and is pretty understanding of this. also fully prepared to play defense with raul and arcade if anyone ever finds out and takes it badly. dude gives her every pristine dress he gets his hands on and has her eternal friendship by now.

grandma lily took zero time to come to terms with it. she was fussing over him for whatever reason and he dropped the ex raider bomb trying to get her off his back for a minute and she said "its okay sweetie, you and your old friends all did what you had to to make it out there in the wasteland. no shame in that at all, grandma still loves you" and ended up making cave cry for the first time in a decade. raul had to take over cooking dinner for the group while he was crying uncontrollably. leader of the jimmy defenders.

#ede and rex not listed because well 1 they cant really bother cave enough to have the raider card used on them #nor would they have much reaction to it in the first place

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mystic-story-lover · 1 year ago

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~Positives and Negatives~

Jay White x Bria (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 1143

Warnings: Mentions of negative pregnancy tests for those who want that warning

Type: Fluff

Summary: Jay had a surprise that nobody knew about, not even his girlfriend

A/N: I had so much fun writing this one

Gif Is Mine

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When Jay and I became a couple, he’d just taken over the club, and he was still making a name for himself in the NJPW scene. Since then, he’s accomplished so much in his career, and I couldn’t be prouder of him. Throughout our years together, we’ve accomplished our own goals, and ones that we made together in our first months together. We have each other's backs, through thick and thin, no matter how crazy things get.

“Hey, are you ready to head out there?” Juice questioned, standing in the doorway to Jay’s locker room, interrupting my thoughts. I nodded at him, excited for the surprise I’d planned for tonight, one that Jay was going to love.

To say I was nervous was definitely an understatement, but I was also filled with excitement, because I knew that Jay’s going to be thrilled for this. It was a huge step for our life together, and a major change for his career in AEW, but we’d talked about things like this, on our late night flights, and I knew that even though our timing wasn’t planned, he was going to love the announcement. Juice walked with me to guerilla in silence, a knowing smile laid on his face, being as he was the first I’d told about this.

“His music is going to play, and then you’ll walk out together. Good luck out there Bria, it’s going to be an amazing night.” Juice smiled at me before patting me on the back and turning, revealing the man who’s held my heart all these years.

“Hey beautiful, you look stunning.” Jay smiled, his brown eyes lighting up when he looked at me. “I swear, I’m the luckiest man in the world. Win or lose a match, it doesn’t matter so long as I have you.” He sighed, that smile still there.

“You’re so sweet, Jay, but I’m the lucky one because I have you.” I smiled back at him, and he walked towards me. “Everyday I get to spend with you is a dream come true. I love you.” I say, placing a hand on the side of his face. He leans down and presses a small kiss on my lips. As we pulled away, his music began to play, and he grabbed my hand.

The fans knew Jay as a heel, someone who would cut corners to get what he wants, but the Jay that walked to the ring with me wasn’t that. The one who held the ropes open for me, the one who smiled at me, that was the Jay they didn’t get to see. In his hand was a microphone, one that he’d use to introduce me to the fans, and the same one I’d use to announce to not only him, but everyone in the arena that I’m not the only #1 fan of Jay’s.

“Now, normally, this is where whoever had the main event get’s their chance to thank the fans for coming out. Typically, that isn’t my thing here, but tonight I’ve got something planned. Last week, I had a conversation with the lovely Tony Khan, and he agreed that tonight the ring could be mine, so I could introduce all of you to this stunning woman beside me.” He chuckled nervously, a hand coming to the back of his neck before rubbing it gently. “Well, for everyone listening, this is my girlfriend, Bria.” Fans cheered, clapped, and screamed, all for us.

“Not only did I want to come out here and introduce her to all of you, but I wanted to do something that took us back to where we started. When I met you Bria, I was in awe at how beautiful you were, and I knew that night I needed to know who you were. Hell, I made a total fool of myself in front of you, and you still agreed to go on a date with me. I don’t know how, because I was definitely acting out of character for me, but I’m sure damn lucky you did.” He smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back at his words. “To this day, you’ve put up with all of my strange habits, the random things I tell you, and all of the chaos that’s come with my career, something that means almost as much to me as you do.”

Tears pricked my eyes, and I raised one hand to wipe them. As I closed my eyes to wipe them, I missed Jay lowering himself down to the mat, resting himself on only one knee.

“Bria, you’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with, the only person I want to share embarrassing stories with, and the only person I want to love for the rest of time. I love you, and it’ll always be you that has my heart. Will you marry me?” He questioned, and I glanced down, tears streaming down my face. In his hand was a beautiful diamond ring, the one I’d shown him seven months ago, picturing it on my finger as we danced around our living room together.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you Jay!” My words echoed from the microphone, and Jay smiled. He reached for my left hand, sliding the ring on it, and stood. He used both his hands to cup my face, the microphone placed uncomfortably on my cheek, but it didn’t matter as his lips connected with mine. Fans screamed in the background, and we laughed, a joyful one, happy to celebrate this new part of our life together. Grabbing his hand with my own, I reached for the microphone that still laid against my cheek, and slid it from between his fingers.

“I had a surprise of my own planned for tonight, my own little reason for coming out here.” Jay gained a puzzled look, but I only smiled back at him. I knew this was something that’d change things, but the new addition in our life was something that made everything worth it. “Well, about four days ago, I went to the doctors, and they told me some life changing news.”

I reached into the pocket of Jay’s hoodie that I wore today, and I pulled out a small envelope. Without a word, I handed them to Jay, and he began to slowly open them. As he peeked inside, he looked up at me, tears in his chocolate brown eyes.

“For those who are wondering, in that envelope is a pregnancy test, and a photo of our unborn child.” I smiled at Jay, knowing that we’d been scared about this moment after several tries, all resulting in negatives. “We’re having a baby.”

I smiled at him as he pulled the photo out, looking at the baby that was growing inside me. We finally got our chance.

#jay white #jay white imagine #jay white fluff #aew imagine #aew fluff #wrestling imagine #~my story :) ~

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