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fascinating to me how quickly we forget that the cycles repeat. people treating 5-15 year olds like this breed of superchild created to do evil and taint the world. that was all of us. "they're wrecking sephoras" you would not survive a 2015 hot topic with this mindset. "they're falling for the stanley cup thing" buying on trend overly robust camping gear for every day use is like. a middle class tradition in this country. our glorious kånken backpack vs their wicked stanley cup.
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This is fully focused on Fade's Fallout verse. It's an instrumental song. Spotify had a perfect timing showing me this. It just fits the vibes so good and I kinda imagine at around 1:24 starting a fight scene.
They're having a very normal night out at the cantina
“I still get my fair share of killing in The Guild, of course. It is a profession that keeps me satisfied on multiple fronts.”
Bix’s eyes glinted knowingly. “You mean, it keeps you from getting bored.”
“Precisely,” Imogen answered with a devious grin. “However, I do find Jedi to be the most effective in that regard. I very much enjoy a challenging duel.”
“I’ll add that to the list of things I know you like to do, then.” She mumbled her next words into her cup as she downed the rest of her drink. “Murder, torture, lightsaber fights.”
“And you enjoy making black market deals and drinking cheap ale I would not feed to a womp rat.” Imogen placed her arm behind Bix and began to caress the backs of her fingers up and down her lover’s side as she stared intently at her. “What a pair we make.”
One of the bartenders — a young female Mirialan with most of her green skin exposed in a tight, revealing outfit — came up to them to retrieve what she must have assumed to be two empty cups. When she noted the practically untouched ale at the end of the table, she asked “Are you finished with this?”
“Yes,” Imogen answered without taking her eyes off of Bix, who had turned her attention to the younger woman.
The bartender continued to intrude. “Could I interest you in something else?”
“No,” Imogen said, dragging the word out in an impatient drawl. She forcefully tore her gaze away from Bix to throw a cold look at the Mirialan. “I get the distinct impression that everything here is as dreadful as that ale.”
Bix rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Ignore her. I’ll take another,” she said, handing over her empty metal cup.
As the slightly disgruntled bartender disappeared from sight, Imogen raised an eyebrow at the mechanic. “‘Ignore her’?”
“It’s the quickest way to get your attention, isn’t it?” Bix asked in anything but an innocent tone.
“Perhaps for you.”
“Come on,” Bix teased, tapping her index finger under Imogen’s chin, “you don’t think she’s cute?”
The bounty hunter grinded her teeth at the implication. “I might have thought so, if you were not here beside me.”
Bix lifted one of her shoulders in a half shrug. “I think she’s cute.”
Imogen narrowed her storming eyes and pulled her lover in closer by her waist. “Do you believe making me jealous is wise?” she mused in a low, smooth tone.
The Mirialan returned with a fresh cup of ale. As she set it on the table, Bix placed a couple of credits down as payment. When the bartender reached for them, Imogen’s free hand clamped down on top of hers like the swift strike of a serpent. The young woman gasped and Imogen saw movement out of the corner of her eye — a bouncer taking a tense step towards them. Imogen smiled dangerously at the girl. She supposed she was more attractive than most, but her looks did little to tempt Imogen beyond mischievous curiosity. She took a moment to lightly prod into the bartender’s mind.
The initial embers of irritation towards Imogen swiftly gave way to a sudden wave of fear. This girl knew she was dangerous, but she didn’t know just how dangerous she could really be. If only she could paint a clearer picture. Imogen felt her own ire melt into amusement as she tightened her grip ever so slightly and caused the girl to flinch. Satisfied, Imogen released her.
“Run along now,” she dismissed.
Bix leveled her gaze. “Are you that starved for attention?”
Imogen pursed her lips thoughtfully at the sight of the bouncer returning to his post. “I may kill her yet. If only to be banned from ever returning to this hovel.”
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Warhammer 40.000: Rogue Trader (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Heinrix van Calox/Female Rogue Trader | Lord Captain (Rogue Trader Video Game)
Characters: Female Rogue Trader | Lord Captain (Warhammer 40.000: Rogue Trader Video Game), Heinrix van Calox
Additional Tags: Dreams and Nightmares, Action, Blood and Gore, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Implied Sexual Content, Dreams (April 26 2024)
Summary:
After a dream of a past that never happened becomes a nightmare, Heinrix seeks comfort in the only real desire that remains: Lethyan’s embrace.
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Thank you @kourumi for betaing my fic <3!!! Using the prompt Dream and for my birthday!! We get a little glimpse into what Heinrix as a Knight pilot might have looked like.
All That's Left follows two journalists and their friends in post-apocalyptic United States as they travel from the fallen east coast megalopolis Opportunity back to Los Angeles, crossing through a harsh wasteland overrun with zombies— only to find out that there is a lot more life left than what the protected cities want them to believe. On their journey they meet dozens of people living their lives as peaceful as possible away from military forces, corporations, and corrupt governments; and they learn that the same mutated ghouls that took down Opportunity are spreading rapidly through the country, destroying everything in their path.
Will this finally be the end of the world as we know it?
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Name: Yarden Kasai
Nickname: Ember (COD/R6S/Crysis), Little One/Heart/Pest (by Death)
Gender: Woman
Star Sign: Taurus
Personality Type: Neutral Good
Height: 5'10"
Orientation: Bisexual
Nationality/Ethnicity: Japanese-American
Fave Fruit: Watermelon and Kiwis
Fave Season: Summer
Fave Flower: Sunflowers
Fave Scent: Early autumn mornings when the air is crisp and the fog hangs low.
Coffee, Tea, or HC: Coffee. She needs her coffee in the morning to properly function, but she will never say no to a cup of tea.
Average Hours of Sleep: This varies on the verse, but usually it's around 4-6. But if she can, she will sleep in.
Dog or Cat Person: Cats!
Dream Trip: Seeing the Aurora Borealis live. Visiting Japan again.
Number of Blankets They Sleep With: 2, but sometimes 3 in winter.
Random Fact: She can not keep potted plants alive. Someone gifted her a cactus once and it didn't end well for the cactus. Death made a comment that she is doing a better job than he does... He got a pillow to the face.
Name: Renee Dias
Nickname: Fade, Mama/Mother Judge (fcnd)
Gender: Woman
Star Sign: Leo
Personality Type: Lawful Evil
Height: 6'3"
Orientation: Bisexual
Nationality/Ethnicity: American
Fave Fruit: Mango
Fave Season: Autumn
Fave Flower: Poppy's
Fave Scent: Gasoline
Coffee, Tea, or HC: Coffee
Average Hours of Sleep: 2-4 on a good day.
Dog or Cat Person: None
Dream Trip: Florida Everglades
Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Usually just one, but she will hog it.
Random Fact: Fade grew very protective over the settlement during New Dawn and it almost destroyed her when it was attacked by the Highwaymen.
Name: Dread
Nickname: Bad Omen, The Ancient One, Nuisance
Gender: Woman
Star Sign: --
Personality Type: Chaotic Neutral
Height: 7'11"
Orientation: Lesbian
Nationality/Ethnicity: none.
Fave Fruit: Apple
Fave Season: Winter
Fave Flower: Begonia
Fave Scent: Burning ashes
Coffee, Tea, or HC: Tea. It is comfort and relaxation for her.
Average Hours of Sleep: She does not sleep, but she will take rest. At least an hour or two.
Dog or Cat Person: Cats!
Dream Trip: She has no dream trips. Dread can go wherever she wants and all the excitement of new places has long been lost.
Number of Blankets They Sleep With: She does not sleep but she enjoys the comfort of blankets from time to time. 2 at minimum.
Random Fact: She is not a malevolent entity by any means. Dread is a warning sign that something bad is about to happen, but over the centuries, her appearance has been associated with her as the driving force behind tragedies.
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