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dr-stiches-that-40k-bitch · 11 months

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The Last Known Thought

Prologue: Clio

The rain is always harsh on this planet. It’s cold, dark, dampening, hellish. He couldn’t handle the constant pattering, the constant slamming into their camp quarters. He finally awoke in it, grumbling underneath the breath of his. His hands encrusted in dirt and muck already, his feet stepping down from his cot and beginning to look around to see if any of his brothers were awake. Counting them all in his head, the Lieutenant, specialists, Sergeant, and more.. Wait. Where is Furos?

He looked towards the ends, seeing the tarp peaked right out and a path of footprints. Following them lightly, and soon peaking out, there was the hulking mass himself. Furos was kneeling down, right next to a little girl. Clio was well aware of her, Zofia. The only family he had, true family, along with being their own Astropath for their personal ship. The Squad was all sound asleep, but by now they were waking up too.

“Uncle Furos, will we see each other on the field?” “I’m sure. You’ve worked hard, prove to the chapter you’re worthy enough..” His lips pressed up against her forehead, kissing it goodbye as he made his way back. Clio immediately threw himself back, scrambling away. He had just witnessed his own brother essentially promise an astropath a position on a battlefield. Not good..

‘He can’t allow it, Castelos had already hated the girl. Nothing but scum to him..’, his mind races. It was panting at its own rate, letting himself try to ease himself away.

‘It’s fine.. It’s fine.. Furos knows what he is doing. Castelos is a spiteful man for a reason. I assume..’ He was confused about Castelos himself. Castelos was naught a bad brother, one whom he puts faith into the Emperor in full, along with being one of the better specialists. Ammo carrier was a job suited to the bruff man of Castelos. Soon, Furos broke his thoughts, patting his shoulder,

“Clio, you seem.. Off. Is everything alright? No issues on the homefront?”, the bellowing voice echoed. Even for a newly made Primaris Marine, Furos stood tall. 3 metres tall, his height was nothing to scoff at. Standing above Clio at this height, he looked down towards the talons, soon pulling out his rosary.

Slapped into the hand of Clio, the rosary went. Furos was a gentle soul, giving a grin that could make anyone smile. Looking into the yellow teeth, the mutton chops, it was something that no man could forget. Clio let his mind speak, the buckling armour clanging the rosary back into the palm of Furos.

“You do what you can, Brother.. It's all we can do in these times. Our hope and future lay within us, so let’s work on it, yes?”

“You speak truths! I can’t say it better, even with my reading..”, he cackled out. Furos Make. 239. A soul of youth and a better future. A keen reader. Clio felt a presence around him that moment, something off putting. It felt as if death had just touched him, soon fading and dissipating away. It was something he couldn’t understand nor wish to comprehend.

Clio shook his head, looking at Furos and nodding. He nodded Furos away, soon walking back to their armoury area. There was just an off-putting detail on this day. The plan was simple though for them, at the very least.

2 weeks ago, they had landed on this planet of Greytha, a planet of fields and farms. It was nearly conquered already, the final battle against a human contingent that’s refusing to appeal to the Imperium of Man. There were shadowy things funding their weaponry and more though, weapons akin to an enemy they’ve encountered.. At Damocles themselves, the T’au.

The T’au remained supplying and funding at this moment, but recent recon had proven the landings of reinforcements of Fire Warriors, so now their battles have increased. The whole 2nd Company had been deployed into this sector, all to combine against this sudden landing. Only the great Josephus of Sotha could have ordered it, so now he had dubbed it. Lines were thin at the moment, so the 2nd Squad had been called to press into a line that had been holding for 5 days. A push, to add a bulge into the battle and truly reaffirm the strength of the Scythes.

Maybe this could add more. The assault was decreed on this day, and Clio had been pushed around enough. It began with that morning incident, but now it’s getting worse..

Much worse..

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer fanfic #there is no happy ending #art by me #warhammer art #scythes of the emperor

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praetorianxxiv · 1 year

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Something to read into the New Year.

The Verdict of the Scythe. The second story in the Scions of the Emperor book. I haven't read this before but had to take it out of the Library when I saw a story about Mortarion in here! For the Death Guard =v=

#happy new year #games workshop #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer40k #death guard #mortarion #the verdict of the scythe #scions of the emperor #book #books #library #librarys

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tvserie-film · 9 months

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Title: Orphans of the kraken (2014)

Author: Richard Williams

Vote: 7/10

I tell him that he is going through a deep depression. The chapter is destroyed and the survivors must fight to survive. The real enemy, however, is not the terrible tyranids but the self-defeating desire of the space marines to throw themselves into battles that they lost from the start. Tiresias seems to have understood this but his young recruits disagree. Tragic ending which is the worthy conclusion of a story of obstinacy and madness. I hope he reappears in another story and has a chance to have a new chance with another group of recruits but I honestly don't think so.

#Richard Williams #book #warhammer40k #sci-fi #Orphans of the kraken #Scythes of the Emperor #2014 #7

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kabutoden · 27 days

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In your bugstuck au, you said that lime-bloods have resurfaced on another planet in the Empire. Does this mean that there are other Nursery Worlds in the Empire other than Alternia itself, or does each planet have their own 'Kid Sector' where children are raised before assimilating into adult society?

THANKS for the great question!! Sorry for the long answer but i might have mispoken or changed my headcannons; limebloods have re-emerged in colonies outside The Empire. Propaganda denies the existence of the multiple settlements outside of their domains, but this is untrue. As a result of one of these cultures deconstructing casteism and allowing their Jadebloods freedom to live outside the convents and reproduce, a few young limebloods have hatched!

CAESER and CALIGULA are a pair of planets locked in BINARY ROTATION with each other. These planets were colonized by gold-blooded helmsman revolutionaries. The helmsman and their allies planned and collected all they needed from ALTERNIA and elsewhere settle the planets, then one goldblood sacrificed his life to create a powerful psychic barrier around the planets. He was posthumously declared the GOLDEN EMPEROR. No seadwellers were trusted by the revolutionaries, and as a result no violet or fuschia bloods live there. The smaller of the two planets, CAESER, has a massive megastructure city created by combining several grounded ships. This structure has three tiers: below the earth are huge caverns with trolls aged 1-6 sweeps and their lusus, acting as a nursery layer that keeps them safe from older trolls. In the center of the structure is a giant institution for trolls aged 6-9 sweeps, including dorms for them to live, divided by bloodcolor. They're moved up more quickly than on Alternia due to lusus underpopulation, and are allowed to visit their lusus and their sibling once a month (a lusus's next charge is considered a trolls sibling.) At the top is a palace where psychic-gifted goldbloods live separate from all other hemotypes and raise their heirs. Adult trolls migrate to the larger planet CALIGULA unless invited to stay at the school as instructors. The planet is otherwise dominated by fields and two seas, with the birthing caverns and mothergrub hidden somewhere beneath the fields.

The GOLD RULE binary system, following the teachings of the sufferer as whispered among helmsmen, abolished the hemocaste system; but many beliefs about bioessentialism of blood colors remain. Trolls are referred to as warmbloods and coolbloods, as opposed to being ranked, and are somewhat permitted to seek their own callings in life. The dorms house trolls by blood color, which is intended to keep warmbloods that are prey-imitating safe from predator-imitating coldbloods. Class schedules are also determined by blood color, with trolls needing to apply for classes outside of their schedule if they’re interested. For example, Floria, a petal mantis mimic and purpleblood, really keeps his head down to stay in his painting classes he adores. His scythes are wrapped with linen to keep them from intimidating warmbloods. Otherwise, most his assigned classes are physical and combat-based. Some of his fellow purplebloods disrespect his interests and most warmbloods he shares classes with ignore him. While the hierarchical system has been abolished, struggles remain.

#bugstuck #buggy trolls #homestuck #lore #limebloods #ask #this was even longer before but i deleted the bits on Beforus and the reversed-caste planets LOL

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kouratdrhuii · 1 month

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Time for more scythe of the emperor with this freshly painted unit!

#painting #warhammer #miniature #art #scythe of the emperor #space marine

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wh40kartwork · 2 years

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Scythes of the Emperor Marine

by Damir Šnajder

#imperium #space marines #loyalist astartes #scythes of the emperor #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #40k #damir snajder #sketch

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senqv · 2 months

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HOUSE OF KINGS.

blue lock ! royal / fantasy au series featuring : michael kaiser x fem! reader

warning(s): 1.1k , asshole ism , more traditional feminine roles , arranged marriage , lmk if there are more !!

a/n: how r we feeling

ONE. CHILD OF PROPHECY

in the reign of the first emperors, or so said the tales, the child of god is born — in silver moonlight and touched with the whisper of divinity.

they said that in his birth, the muses came and told it to his half-nymph mother, a beloved daughter of the water gods. they landed kisses on her sweat-sheened temple and sang each unravelling prophecy with the golden strings of their lyres; chosen by god, they purred, the emperor of kings.

they did not stay for long, but they had no need to. word travels swiftly in the whirling halls of the palace.

michael, gift of god, whom the divine had gingerly formed in their image, golden and jewel-eyed. the one who will fell men like wheat beneath a scythe and have them all crouching at his heel.

a godly son means haste to find a wife to carry on the bloodline, hungry in hopes that the gods will shine their divine light again with each beautiful son to come. and thus, the one they chose is you, daughter of house adalheidis, rumoured to have had divine blood from a sea nymph mixed in aeons ago. a nymph is the least of the lesser gods, but still a god, nonetheless, and divine blood purified the muddy dust of the human race to mould saints and heroes.

the divine blood of your house has long been watered down, with no traces of any deific features that might make an appearance in fables or folklore. but still, it is enough.

nymph, in the olden languages, is the same word for bride.

so perhaps your fate had been preordained long ago.

and so, when you first meet god, you are just short of thirteen years old.

they twine your hair with ribbons and strings of pearls, silent tittering as they dusted a pearly powder over your cheeks, an incandescent glow illuminating against the bronze mirror. your head lolls to the rhythm of their chatter, following the direction your hair was gently tugged at, eyes slow and blinking, not quite shed of the silvery sleep.

when you arrive, the sun shines brightly in the transparent sky, casting a golden glow over the white plaster of the palace architecture. banners hang from the ceiling, a royal blue, fluttering in the wind; your gaze climbs upwards, following the inscriptions of ancient fables, the effigies of the gods carved into the ceiling. the sunlight dancing in the curve of their marble eyes was so fervid you tore your gaze away in fear they might come alive.

a servant you had not caught the name of led you through the halls. he looked your age, maybe slightly older; not quite grown out into his lanky frame, eyes downcast and shy.

the emperor was not present, he had told you with nervous hands, and so you were being brought directly to the son of god himself.

your steps halt at a side door in the northernmost part of the palace. from what you could see, it was not as grand as the throne room you had passed by earlier, but it was obvious how pampered this boy prince was; before you, arched pillars loomed over the doors of imported oakwood, engraved with gentle carvings of even more obscure fables of prophetical sons and warrior kings.

he is lying on his side on a wide, pillowed bench, thick furs strewn all over the velvety couch. his eyes were half closed, lashes fluttering against his cheeks each time he blinked.

at the purposeful scuffing of your sandals against the floor, he glanced up briefly, lolling his head to the side to look at you.

lazily, his hands stroked the majestic forest cat on his lap, golden fur streaked like a lion, mirroring its owner. but no — it would be wrong to compare it as such. his hair was entirely different, lit by the sun with a spring honey lustre, spun from threads of gold. if you looked closer, within it glints the golden circlet of a prince, nearly black against the brightness of his hair.

you felt your breaths slow, gaping at the cold shock of his beauty. he was not much older than you, but incomparable with the boys your age; of jewel blue eyes sharp as a beast, cheeks and mouth tinted a cherubic rose, painted by the careful muses themselves.

if you were not a child of noble birth, you're quite sure your jaw would have been hanging slack by now. instead, you pressed your lips together and tore your gaze to the floor.

you can feel his eyes on you, and hear a slight shuffle of him leaning more forward to regard you. "what is your name?" his voice is silken, tinged with the slight crackle of sleep and boredom. you keep your gaze screwed to the ground out of spite, a muscle in your jaw ticking. your family was one of the great pillars of the empire, flourishing in trade and commerce. you were his arranged bride, to be the empress of his nation. and yet he still did not know you.

now, he sits up completely, cat yowling faintly in his lap. he speaks again, louder, clear as the glacial waters of the north. "what is your name?" the first lapse of silence was excusable, perhaps you had not heard. now, the boy prince demands an answer.

and so, you level your gaze with his, staring with all the conviction and animosity of a noble girl who had never experienced such blatant disregard. you speak your name as if casting a spell, each syllable strong and resonant, muttered with intention — to engrave your name in his mind, to make sure he could not forget it even if he wanted.

"of house adalheidis," you added in finality.

he's focused on you now, silvery blue gaze as cutting as a knife. he tips his chin up, staring downwards. "my name is michael," he purrs, "kaiser." the side of his mouth quirked slightly at the intensity of your stare. from the corner of your eyes, you faintly notice the dimples appearing at the sides of his face.

you both held the other's gaze in silence. the amusement on his face was obvious, and your brows melded together in confusion for a split second.

then he blinked, mouth cracked open like a yawning cat, mirroring the feline on his lap.

kaiser's interest came as quickly as it left, as if everything was a divine comedy preened before him to garner his delight. he no longer was looking at you.

"welcome to the palace."

you were raised in court, and you knew dismissal when you heard it. you lowered your head with clenched fingers, bruising the crushed silk of your dress.

#— HOUSE OF KINGS.#slayed #bllk #bllk royal au #blue lock #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser x reader

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 9 months

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Hello can I ask for a Male!reader(if your fine with that!)

that is the first ever emperor/king in human history.

like there the secret Back up in case the God's try anything sneaky.

and after his reveal how would the God's and human's react to his reveal and his fight

His weapon: would be a synth or syth (i forgot how spell it lol) pure red and a lot of details

His outfit: would be kinda like Qin shi Huang's but a lot more red and a lot more details,he would also have claws but longer and on all of his fingers and would use them to claw his opponent

He also has a tattoo on his face but it's red snake 🐍

And yes he is Very VERY arrogant and confident.

(I wish I can add photos but it won't let me🥲)

For the one's i like to see:

Humans:Qin shi Huang, Nikola Tesla and jack the ripper

God's:Hades,buddha, poseidon

(and if you do this I want to say thank you!♡︎)

-Throughout history, many have argued who in fact was the first true king. This age-old question had led to bitter wars and numerous arguments and debates throughout the world.

-Only a few, the earliest inhabitants of earth, knew the truth of the true first king of the world. A fierce warrior and even greater leader, he led his people from the brink of destruction to flourish and live without any suffering.

-His name was Y/N, and if you were an avid history buff, you might have seen his name a few times, but as he existed before pre-recorded history, not much is known about him or that he was even a king.

-Handsome and imposing, he looked intimidating, but it was the aura of a king, of a leader, one who would defend and lead his people himself.

-His most recognizable feature was a tattoo on his face, of a red snake, intricately detailed, but instead of hiding his beauty, it enhanced it, highlighting his features.

-Y/N was one of the first humans to be brought back to Valhalla, dying a hero’s death, protecting a child from a bandit and has since lived in the lap of luxury ever since.

-You enjoyed surprising others, mainly kings, who came to Valhalla, proving that you were the first king and you lorded that over them, your arrogance being fueled by their rage as they weren’t able to refute it.

-Qin Shi Huang became a good friend to you, being the first emperor and the two of you were very similar in personality, both being very confident and arrogant, but you both had the skills and experience to back it up with.

-If anyone were to compare the clothes you wear, they would say it’s similar to Qin Shi Huang’s own clothes, only red in color and more ornate, with fine intricate details, but to the trained eye, they were very different.

-Pairing your fine clothes with long claw fingertip rings made you look like Qin Shi Huang’s ancestor, but there was no connection, you weren’t even from the same part of the world!

-Brunnhilde disliked dealing with you, as you could be a pain in the ass at times, but when Ragnarok was announced, you were one of the first she approached, because your strength and skills were unmatched, something she told you.

-You agreed to fight, and she told you that you were a secret back up fighter, just in case if the gods tried to do anything sneaky, which she knew they would try, and you agreed to her terms, keeping quiet about your position, mainly because you wanted to surprise everyone when you got to fight, because you knew that you would get to fight.

-Chernabog, a deity of evil was suddenly announced as the next fighter and Brunnhilde was scrambling, looking for a fighter before laughter filled her ears.

-She turned with a slight scowl as you were walking towards her, holding your weapon of choice, a massive red scythe, over your shoulder, “Yo Brunnhilde! Looks to me like you need a hand!” she sighed softly in relief as she agreed, knowing you could handle yourself as you walked by, putting a hand on the top of her head, petting affectionately like she was a child which earned you a small pout, but you could sense her elation.

-When you were being introduced as the first king of the world, many who knew you cheered, knowing what a warrior you were, while others who didn’t know about you got a quick history lesson that you were indeed the first king of the world but because you lived before recorded history, nobody knew this but it was true!!

-You spun your scythe easily around your neck, facing off against the massive hulking demon god who looked furious, but you had a feeling he always looked like that.

-You made it look easy, not getting a single scratch on you, and you weren’t even taking things seriously! You looked like you were playing a cat and mouse game with one of the strongest gods out there!! Pairing your scythe with your claws, you were easily tearing Chernabog to shreds!!

-Many of the gods were furious, seeing your strength before you spun your scythe, pointing up at them, “Unlike you lot who have been sitting on your asses for the past millennia- I’ve been training and working hard!”

-Your arrogance was irritating but you were showing that you could back it up and you had the gods quickly eating their words, much to your glee.

-Qin Shi Huang- Was holding his stomach in pain because he had been laughing so hard, seeing you enter and playing around with your opponent- you weren’t even fighting seriously!! Could only watch in amusement as his good friend easily beat his own opponent, leaving you walking out the victor, not a hair out of place as you whistled happily as you headed backstage. When you met up with him a short while later, you pouted, annoyed, “He wasn’t even that strong!” which made your friend laugh again as you leaned into him, your pout increasing, “At least you can give me what I want!” He heard the flirt in your words, as you were a shameless flirt, but then again, so was he, “I’ll always give you want you want~” Brunnhilde couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she passed, hearing the two of you being flirty.

-Nikola- Had sparkly eyes, seeing you using your weapons with such delicate grace, using momentum to make your attacks stronger. Was amazed at how easily you defeated your opponent, walking out the victor while Chernabog was wheeled out on a stretcher. Nikola had difficulties with his own fight, almost winning himself, but in the end, he lost. Once you got backstage you were surprised to see Nikola charging towards you and he skidded to a halt in front of you, having huge sparkling eyes and began to rapidly fire questions about your technique, asking about the science behind your style. He amused you and was appealing to the eye as well, and you cupped his chin, a grin on your face, “Quite the looker aren’t you? Come with me, I’ll answer your questions while we have some tea together.” Nikola turned bright red at your shameless flirting, which you thought was cute before he followed after you as you began to answer his questions.

-Jack- Was impressed with your skills in your fight, you looked like you were born to be a warrior and he couldn’t help but smile, seeing the color of your soul, it was such a beautiful blend of joy and annoyance. He could tell you were disappointed in your match, you wanted a challenge, but you were having fun. You literally ran into each other backstage, both of you rounding the corner at the same time. You were more solid, so Jack was the one to fall back but you quickly lunged and caught him, arm going around his waist as your other hand caught his own, minding your claws. He was stunned before his face quickly went red, trying to pull away from you and you grinned, giving him a wink, “Can’t say I blame you for falling for me!” Jack was quickly standing, trying to regain control of himself but you couldn’t help but smile at his lingering blush, “Thank you for preventing me from falling, sir. I apologize for bumping into you.” You just grinned, flirting a bit more, taking his hand and pecking the back of it, “I’m not bothered, but I won’t say no to learning your name.” Jack was completely tomato red, which made you want to tease him even more- he was so cute!

-Hades- Was very impressed with your skills, you made it look so easy and it made him wonder how powerful you really were. He was still aching from his own match with Qin Shi Huang, who was by no means a pushover. Hades knew firsthand that humans were way stronger than they looked and you were no exception. You made him curious and not many humans were able to grab and keep his attention. When he sought you out after your match, he wasn’t expecting you to be such a gremlin, teasing him about losing to Qin Shi Huang. He surprised you by pinning you to the wall, telling you to watch your mouth and you immediately grinned, “Oh~ I didn’t know the king of the underworld was so bold~ careful now- I just might have to call for help~” you were so shameless- openly flirting with him as he stepped back from you, going to leave and you instantly grin, going after him, now that you had a taste, “Aww don’t be shy- I’m sure Qin Shi Huang wouldn’t mind sharing with me~” Hades didn’t know what he got himself into with the two of you, already feeling a headache coming on.

-Buddha- The two of you have met before, long ago as you were in Valhalla before he arrived, something you liked to tease him about, and the two of you got along well over your fondness for hating gods and eating snacks. There were many who also thought the two of you were dating, with how openly and shambles you both flirted with each other, but whenever anyone asked, the both of you just said you were friends. He couldn’t help but grin, watching you fight- he knew you were extremely strong as you sparred with him all the time and you could hold your own against Buddha, so Chernabog was going to be a cake walk for you. When you entered the waiting room you were sharing with Buddha you beamed, “I’m back darling!” and he grinned from his spot on the couch in the room, “Welcome back love~” you dove into his arms as Brunnhilde rolled her eyes, seeing the nauseating display of affection, “You sure you two aren’t dating?” Buddha grinned, sending her a wink, “Aww~ are you jealous Bru-chan? I’ll always have room in my heart for you~ but no we’re not dating.” she sent him a small glare, crossing her arms over her chest, speaking sarcastically, “And I’m the Queen of Valhalla.” Instantly both you and Buddha bowed to her, speaking in unison, “‘Your majesty!’” she left you both with a large steaming lump on your heads as you two roared with laughter before she left, giving you a small nod, thanking you for winning, which made you beam.

-Poseidon- As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Poseidon no longer underestimated humans, especially after suffering such a humiliating defeat at the hands of ‘history’s greatest loser’ who had never won a fight before. Watching you fight was more proof of humanity’s strength as you were easily beating a god who was notoriously powerful. He leaned his cheek on his hand, a bored look on his face as he watched the match, a little curious about how strong you actually were. After your match he sought you out, wanting to ask for a match, wanting to test your skills against his own as he spoke, “I want to have a round with you.” You looked over and instantly grinned, seeing the sea god, “Oh~ so bold~ at least buy me dinner first.” His trident was instantly against your neck, a dark glare on his face, shadows covering everything except for his glaring eyes, as he hadn’t meant it in that way, but boy you were having fun, “Oooh~ so kinky I didn’t know that gods we- GURK!!” he grabbed you by your throat, going to end you here and now for your disrespectful and shameless flirting before you managed to wheeze out, while sending him a wink, “Harder~” he dropped you on your ass before turning and you were quick to scramble to your fee, chasing after him, “Wait don’t leave! You can’t tease me like that then leave me hanging!” Poseidon has no idea what he has started.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror qin shi huang #ror nikola tesla #ror jack the ripper #ror hades #ror buddha #ror poseidon

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clover-cat-commissions · 11 months

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Brother Talon walks to war, DEATH TO THE TYRANIDS

#warhammer community #painting #warhammer #warhamer 40000 #wh40k #space marines #scythes of the emperor #dreadnought

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howlingday · 6 months

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Jaune but he has the emperor had text to speech device big e In his head Constantly Giving him "Advice".

The Shining Beacon

Why did you fly here?

Jaune: It was the only way to get to Beacon.

You chose to take the airship knowing you are airsick and now you are throwing up in front of all these people. You are not brave. You are dumb and you deserve this sickness that now ails you.

Jaune: I know. It's not my fault that I get airsick.

Yes, it is. Your stomach is now empty because of your poor choices.

Ruby: Yang, is he okay?

Yang: Just ignore him, Ruby. He's got some issues to deal with.

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Jaune: Well, the name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it.

Ruby: Do they?

No, they do not. You are a gangly elf boy with no combat skills and a weak stomach for air travel, all traits no girls want in a fighter.

Jaune: They will! Well, I-I hope they will. My mom always says that-

For the love all things truly divine, stop talking.

Jaune: Oh, nevermind.

Ruby: Hey, so I noticed you were, uh... talking to yourself. Is that normal?

Jaune: Uh...

It is not normal and you are a crazy person.

Jaune: The voice in my head is saying I'm not normal and that I'm a crazy person.

You are an idiot. Why do you keep talking when I tell you to stop talking?

Ruby: Pfft! Okay! Yeah, I, uh... I get that sometimes, too. My brain tells me to stop talking, but my mouth just keeps going. So yeah, I totally get what you mean.

Jaune: Well...

CEASE.

Jaune: (Shuts his mouth)

Ruby: So... I have this thing!

Jaune: Whoa! Is that a scythe?

It's a customizable high impact sniper rifle.

Ruby: Mhm! It's a customizable high impact sniper rifle.

Jaune: A wha?

Ruby: It's also a gun.

You are an idiot.

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Weiss: Yeah! And we can paint our nails and try on clothes and talk about cute boys, like tall, blond, and scraggly over there!

Jaune: Hm?

She is being sarcastic.

Jaune: Is she, though?

Ruby: Wow, really?!

Weiss: ...No.

Jaune: Oh...

This is why you should stop talking. Even if she wasn't, this is not the time or place for your hormones to be controlling your thoughts.

Jaune: Are there any girls that are interested in me?

...

Jaune: ..?

For the sake of your already fragile and cracking masculinity, I am going to choose to say no.

Jaune: Oh...

Pyrrha: (Glancing at him with interest)

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Why are you wearing this? I told you to throw these away.

Jaune: I-

Jaune: (Thinking) I can't just throw these away. Mom and I have been stitching this baby up for years!.

You are child disguised as a man-child. Your flimsy answer will only reward you scorn from those around you.

Jaune: It will not. Watch.

Jaune: (Waves at Yang)

Yang: Ugh!

Jaune: ...

You are an idiot.

#rwby #warhammer 40k #the emperor of mankind #jaune arc #if the emperor had a text to speech device #rwby au #weiss schnee #ruby rose #pyrrha nikos #the emperor #my answer #my answers #yang xiao long #Jaune and The Emperor AU

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