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there are 2 types of autistic men Figure 1:

Figure 2:

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((Due to a couple of inappropriate anons that I have received I'm going to turn off anon for a little bit. Apologies to those who use it to send stuff for their sideblogs))

#out of fate || ooc #same mun here

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Hiatus Notice

Tomorrow is the big move. I probably won't be on pretty much at all and into tomorrow and Friday as I get moved and settled in. When things get less crazy and I settle into a routine I may be on here more regularly.

#same mun here

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(if you don't know the character just go off of vibes)

#i said no because im not actually sure #against non-daemon magnus he might have a chance #but my gut still says no magnus would whoop guilliman #idk i haven't gotten into magnus or the thousand suns yet

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"You know, there's a lot we could learn from the Eldar or the T'au. I never really understood why Father was so keen on destroying those we could learn from."

#the avenging son || self #he has some thoughts on this #also please dont reblog this unless you're an rp blog thats trying to interact with Robu

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Roboute doesn't stir when his brother enters. His chest continues in a soft steady rise and fall. There was a little give as Konrad leans against him, but even that isn't enough to rouse him at the moment. In fact, the gentle pressure only seemed to cause him to relax more. He sinks down into his chair a little farther almost seeming to feel safe by his brother's presence.

There were a few other things noted all over the dataslate. Some had to do with acquisitions. Others had to do with movement of forces and tactical information.

He's tired, dragging a hand down his face as if to try and brush away the fatigue that pulled at him. Tired eyes blink, staring at the pic feed screens, his other hand still hovering over the tablet with the stylus held tight. The stylus is set down as he leans back in the chair with a heavy sigh. His arms crossed over his chest, eyes closing for just a moment, head tilted back against the headrest. It took only seconds, but he was fast asleep, his chest gently rising and falling.

#the avenging son || self #the nighthaunter of nostramo || konrad curze

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i'm okay with:

starting over - are you a little overwhelmed with where our thread is going? let me know, and i'd be happy to start a new one with you!

pausing - if you're feeling one thread more than another we have going on, that's perfectly fine! you're welcome to let me know if you'd like, but it's not a necessity.

multiples - if we have a ship that you love and you have many ideas for them, always feel welcome to throw them at me no matter what! while it may affect my reply speed due to having more, it doesn't affect my interest at all!

regrouping - maybe we initially had an idea that didn't pan out but you don't know how to say it? just shoot me a message and let me know you'd like to plot further/something else.

anything else - have we not talked and you want to? shoot me a message! send in a meme if you don't know where to start! ask for my discord! i may not initiate too often myself, but i love being able to love our threads together!

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"I promise that you're safe. Please get some sleep."

Lack Of Sleep Starters || Accepting!

Robert looked up when said that, snapped out of the strange sleep deprived state he was in. "No, it's not that, I-"

He looked down at Connor who was half in his lap, paws and head firmly against his leg. The shepherd only did that when he was having a panic attack, a flashback, or during a cardiac alert. For a moment the man didn't remember what they had been talking about or doing just before this. Robert sighed, scratching Connor's head.

It seemed like he had a flashback. His face flushed a little, feeling a slight bit of embarrassment. He hoped he hadn't said anything out loud. The lack of sleep tended to heighten the frequency of things like that.

"Sorry. I... I know. I just can't get my brain to shut off sometimes. Even with the medicine."

#the avenging son || self #the dreamer of terra || shy #robert is just a normal guy || present day verse #tw flashback

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Lack Of Sleep Starters

"You can barely stand!"

"When was the last time you slept?"

"You look like shit."

"What? Sorry, I'm a bit tired."

"I haven't been sleeping well."

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

"What did I tell you about pulling all-nighters?"

"You can't even keep your eyes open!"

"If I lay with you, will you finally go to sleep?"

"Okay, no more coffee."

"Bed time! Let's go!"

"My brain won't shut off."

"Huh? Oh! I'm awake!"

"I promise that I'm fine! It's only been a few nights!"

"I promise I'll sleep when I finish."

"Did you stay up all night?"

"I don't need sleep."

"Sleep is for the weak."

"Don't worry! Last time, I didn't sleep for a whole week! This is nothing!"

"I can't go to sleep."

"This is more important than sleep."

"You're going to make yourself sick."

"You need to rest."

"I'll come tuck you in."

"Why are you still awake?"

"Go to bed."

"You look exhausted."

"You should be sleeping."

"You're safe. You can rest now."

"I promise that you're safe. Please get some sleep."

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He's tired, dragging a hand down his face as if to try and brush away the fatigue that pulled at him. Tired eyes blink, staring at the pic feed screens, his other hand still hovering over the tablet with the stylus held tight. The stylus is set down as he leans back in the chair with a heavy sigh. His arms crossed over his chest, eyes closing for just a moment, head tilted back against the headrest. It took only seconds, but he was fast asleep, his chest gently rising and falling.

#the avenging son || self #open starter #im tired of messing with computers all day today #im still not done

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Solana knocked on the door frame to Roboute's office.

"Hey, I came by to see if you need help with anything." The primarch offered, her eyes and voice warm.

Roboute looked up from his data slate, stylus in hand hovering just above its surface. He was a little surprised to see her in the doorway. It wasn't unwelcome, just unexpected. No one ever really offered much of a helping hand outside of a handful of his marines.

"Oh," he said, looking back at the data slate and the several piles of papers on his desk. Taking a slight pause from his work reminded him how mentally exhausted he was. "Some help would be welcome."

@ask-thedawnseekers

#the avenging son || self #the dawn seeker || solana

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"Ilia? You okay, kid?" Robert called from the other room. He watched as Connor went trotting off towards the kitchen. He'd heard the sound of something breaking and started to worry she might have gotten hurt. Robert moved to follow after the shepherd.

Connor went right up to Ilia and put his face in her lap. Something he did when Robert was having a similar kind of panic attack. Robert stayed on the far side of the kitchen and sat on the floor. He didn't want to scare her more than she already was.

"Hey, Ilia, it's okay. It's okay. It's just a plate. Are you hurt? Did you cut yourself on anything?" he asked, his voice low, soothing, and gentle.

Ilia was crying covering her ears and rocking herself gently. “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” she had dropped a plate and expected a harsh punishment just like she had when she had been at the lab. She was awaiting that burning shock around her neck that she had grown used to over the years, still not used to the fact that her shock collar was gone.

#the avenging son || self #a special light in the dark || ilia sung #robert is just a normal guy || present day verse #war hero; veteran; father || papa robert verse

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injury/hurt prompts bc reasons

feel free to specify who is receiving the actions [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves  [ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious [ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot  [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other  [ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s) [ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare  [ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day  [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed  [ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital  [ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick [ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured

“  just let me help you.  ” “  shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding.  ” “  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ”  “  hey, you can talk to me.  ” “  shh- lie back. you’re safe now.  ”   “  you need to stay still.  ” “  how the hell did this happen?  ” “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “  that isn’t ‘just a scratch’.  ” “  stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up.  ” “  i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open.  ” “  if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself.  ” “  for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse.  ” “  you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it.  ” “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ” “  a little help?  ” “  i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach.  ” “  i’m fine, i just need a moment.  ” “  no hospitals.  ” “  you need a fucking doctor.  ” “  you need to slow down.  ” “  you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground.  ” “  you have to sleep eventually.  ” “  stop fussing, i’ll be fine.  ” “  shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  i feel so cold.  ” “  i can’t feel my legs.  ” “  i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet.  ” “  what the fuck happened to you?  ” “  who the fuck did this?  ” “  you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me.  ” “  fucking hell.  ” “  i need help. please.  ” “  i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this.  ” “  if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass.  ” “  it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out.  ”

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"I can handle them. They're nothing compared to what I've faced before, kid. And if it mean protecting someone who needs my help, then it's worth the risk, okay?"

Robert sighed. "If I get hurt, that's on me. I just want you to have a safe place to stay."

Ilia's petting of Connor froze at the suggestion as she considered his idea. He was able to keep the men from taking her, they would be waiting for her to be alone again. Then again, she would be putting him in danger by involving him further. She didn't want this kind stranger to end up like Dr. Sung.

"What if they hurt you...? I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me.." if he really wanted to help her, he should know what he was getting into.

#the avenging son || self #a special light in the dark || ilia sung #robert is just a normal guy || present day verse #war hero; veteran; father || papa robert verse

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• hard exoskeleton concealing squishy vital bits inside

• wide body with segmented limbs and downturned mouthparts

• many specialized organs and glands

• comprise about 25% of currently known guys

• god’s favourite

the rumor come out: does astartes is beetles?

Astartes DOES is beetles

And sometimes arachnid

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your character goes limp mid-hug, much to your caretaker's shock. the options:

they've been hiding an injury that finally caught up with them. the dreaded adrenaline crash sapping all their strength

or they are sick, slightly shivering, and no longer in the position to support their own weight. unusually pale, they may have the courtesy of warning for this one ("I'm not feeling too good...")

or they're hit with a tranq dart; caretaker hears a whistle, a hiss, then their friend's eyes roll back + they go down

or they are simply so exhausted that they give into the safety of a warm, friendly hug, unaware of the caretaker calling out their name in concern

#i have a mighty need for like all of these lmao

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Real Life AU: In this verse, Robert (Roboute’s present day human name) served in the military dealing specifically with logistics and distribution warehouses. In an active combat zone he was shot in the throat, but the result was only a minor injury that was easily treated and he was released back to active duty. During a normal day in one of the warehouses it was infiltrated by three enemy soldiers. In the ensuing fight he was shot in the throat a second time, resulting in a much more severe wound and was stabbed multiple times in the stomach. Once he took out the enemy combatants he was found by another soldier who heard the gun shot. He was extracted for medical treatment and was honorably discharged due to no longer being effectively able to serve. However he still works in logistics for the military but back on home soil. (@forgottnseccnd and @tlatia-the-radiant)

Here's some headcanons to go with this:

Robert was raised from infancy by his adoptive family Conor and Natasha (Konor and Tarasha). He grew up speaking both English and Italian. He lost his adoptive father around the time he entered the military.

While working in the warehouse there was a military dog named Connor, who would sniff out explosives or other illegal substances. He is a black german shepherd and helped to defend Robert against the attack on the warehouse. He was retired around the time Robert was discharged and sent to stay with Robert as a service dog.

Being shot in the throat twice has resulted in some paralysis that can be mild or severe depending on several factors. This paralysis has led him to having a feeding tube in his stomach for when he is unable to eat or drink normally.

Because of his inability to speak on any given day he has taken up both American and Italian sign language.

His stab wounds to the abdomen resulted in removal of parts of his small and large intestine.

The stress had led to the development of a heart condition that has caused him to faint on multiple occasions. Connor was retrained to be able to alert for these kinds of episodes and has minimized damage to Robert.

Sometimes he will tire very easily or find it hard to walk so there are days where he does use a cane or a rollator to assist.

Robert also suffers from C-PTSD including flashbacks, nightmares, and some minor hallucinations. Connor is also able to help calm him down from these and will generally bring him his medicine if needed.

#the avenging son || self #robert is just a normal guy || present day verse #i think about this verse way too much