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Kit Williams
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Sighs I guess I'm back on my Maul bullshit again aren't I
“ You know all to well that the line between pleasure and pain… is a thin one.”
Sir!!! 🥵🔥
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Please.. More Maul tongue piercing pics…. I hunger…..
Hello! Thank you for your interest <3 I hope you can enjoy some simpler doodle mauls :))
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So are the Finns just might be elves?
Another worldbuilding application of the "two layer rule": To create a culture while avoiding The Planet Of Hats (the thing where a people only have one thing going for them, like "everyone wears a silly hat"): You only need two hats.
Try picking two random flat culture ideas and combine them, see how they interact. Let's say taking the Proud Warrior Race - people who are all about glory in battle and feats of strength, whose songs and ballads are about heroes in battle and whose education consists of combat and military tactics. Throw in another element: Living in diaspora. Suddenly you've got a whole more interesting dynamic going on - how did a people like this end up cast out of their old native land? How do they feel about it? How do they make a living now - as guards, mercenaries? How do their non-combatants live? Were they always warrior people, or did they become fighters out of necessity to fend for themselves in the lands of strangers? How do the peoples of these lands regard them?
Like I'm not shitting, it's literally that easy. You can avoid writing an one-dimensional culture just by adding another equally flat element, and the third dimension appears on its own just like that. And while one of the features can be location/climate, you can also combine two of those with each other.
Let's take a pretty standard Fantasy Race Biome: The forest people. Their job is the forest. They live there, hunt there, forage there, they have an obnoxious amount of sayings that somehow refer to trees, woods, or forests. Very high chance of being elves. And then a second common stock Fantasy Biome People: The Grim Cold North. Everything is bleak and grim up there. People are hardy and harsh, "frostbite because the climate hates you" and "stabbed because your neighbour hates you" are the most common causes of death. People are either completely humourless or have a horrifyingly dark, morbid sense of humour. They might find it funny that you genuinely can't tell which one.
Now combine them: Grim Cold Bleak Forest People. The summer lasts about 15 minutes and these people know every single type of berry, mushroom and herb that's edible in any fathomable way. You're not sure if they're joking about occasionally resorting to eating tree bark to survive the long dark winter. Not a warrior people, but very skilled in disappearing into the forest and picking off would-be invaders one by one. Once they fuck off into the woods you won't find them unless they want to be found.
You know, Finland.
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
To hold your human, soft fragile and breakable. Having them cuddled in your arms or happily pulling you along. Kaeso sighs happily as his human shifts to settle more in his arms. This is so precious to him, to know this peacefulness… this rightness where he belongs without a doubt.
His Master made him to be a tool, a weapon, a companion to a degree. He knows though, that his master doesn’t care for him beyond that. No victory would win him the love of his Master. His Master powerful, living, conquering and taking.
Chains rusty and scratched grind against each other, trying to tighten around him. Buffeted by thick vines, healthy green and leafy. Small tendrils slinked in between each link, covering him in their coils. Shielding him from the rough metal that threatens to bite even deeper into his soul.
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So weak, defenceless, needy. How easily it is to snap her bones, to cave in that pretty face of his human. Odysseus has to pull away everytime. Shame and self-loathing. Why can’t he keep the thoughts away? She’s so dear to him. Revolting, betrayal. Traitor.
His Master is dead, stuck upon that golden throne. A Conqueror of the stars reduced to nothing due to the actions of traitorous offspring. Wrong, failures, never should have existed. Should’ve done better, him and the others. Should’ve fought harder.
Chain worn and bloodied with hatred, reinforced with duty. Tightens with hooks that dig deeper and pull. Vines with flowers with the warmth of sunlight weave in and between the metal. Some thick and strong, others thin and suffocate under the unyielding metal. The vines coil tighter the hooks dig deeper.
Tagged: @kit-williams • @egrets-not-regrets • @bleedingichorhearts
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To hold your human, soft fragile and breakable. Having them cuddled in your arms or happily pulling you along. Kaeso sighs happily as his human shifts to settle more in his arms. This is so precious to him, to know this peacefulness… this rightness where he belongs without a doubt.
His Master made him to be a tool, a weapon, a companion to a degree. He knows though, that his master doesn’t care for him beyond that. No victory would win him the love of his Master. His Master powerful, living, conquering and taking.
Chains rusty and scratched grind against each other, trying to tighten around him. Buffeted by thick vines, healthy green and leafy. Small tendrils slinked in between each link, covering him in their coils. Shielding him from the rough metal that threatens to bite even deeper into his soul.
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So weak, defenceless, needy. How easily it is to snap her bones, to cave in that pretty face of his human. Odysseus has to pull away everytime. Shame and self-loathing. Why can’t he keep the thoughts away? She’s so dear to him. Revolting, betrayal. Traitor.
His Master is dead, stuck upon that golden throne. A Conqueror of the stars reduced to nothing due to the actions of traitorous offspring. Wrong, failures, never should have existed. Should’ve done better, him and the others. Should’ve fought harder.
Chain worn and bloodied with hatred, reinforced with duty. Tightens with hooks that dig deeper and pull. Vines with flowers with the warmth of sunlight weave in and between the metal. Some thick and strong, others thin and suffocate under the unyielding metal. The vines coil tighter the hooks dig deeper.
Tagged: @kit-williams • @egrets-not-regrets • @bleedingichorhearts
#odysseus the custodes#Kaeso the Custodes#space marine husbandry sentience#space marine husbandry#warhammer 30k#barn anon#tales from the barn
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Absolutely fucking surreal to see you reblog a post with an addition from one of your anon's pokemon side blog.
Hold on Idk why this post flashbanged me but let me dissect it...
Someone (you anon) have knowledge about one of my anon's other sideblogs and that the fact is that I managed to reblog something of theirs...
I mean pokemon and space marines aren't too far off
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Yeah no these are some great guidelines/bringing all of the wild threads together
But yeah this is globally, I also don't write men very often because I am a woman and too many he's will confuse me but yeah they bond with both men and women
As of present day in the lore the stigma against CSMs has gone away for the most part
To hold your human, soft fragile and breakable. Having them cuddled in your arms or happily pulling you along. Kaeso sighs happily as his human shifts to settle more in his arms. This is so precious to him, to know this peacefulness… this rightness where he belongs without a doubt.
His Master made him to be a tool, a weapon, a companion to a degree. He knows though, that his master doesn’t care for him beyond that. No victory would win him the love of his Master. His Master powerful, living, conquering and taking.
Chains rusty and scratched grind against each other, trying to tighten around him. Buffeted by thick vines, healthy green and leafy. Small tendrils slinked in between each link, covering him in their coils. Shielding him from the rough metal that threatens to bite even deeper into his soul.
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So weak, defenceless, needy. How easily it is to snap her bones, to cave in that pretty face of his human. Odysseus has to pull away everytime. Shame and self-loathing. Why can’t he keep the thoughts away? She’s so dear to him. Revolting, betrayal. Traitor.
His Master is dead, stuck upon that golden throne. A Conqueror of the stars reduced to nothing due to the actions of traitorous offspring. Wrong, failures, never should have existed. Should’ve done better, him and the others. Should’ve fought harder.
Chain worn and bloodied with hatred, reinforced with duty. Tightens with hooks that dig deeper and pull. Vines with flowers with the warmth of sunlight weave in and between the metal. Some thick and strong, others thin and suffocate under the unyielding metal. The vines coil tighter the hooks dig deeper.
Tagged: @kit-williams • @egrets-not-regrets • @bleedingichorhearts
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I'd want to ask Konrad about this but I'm terrified he would tell me that he's the one to kill me himself or actually say how I would die
her: I would be so good at being a dead wife, in a movie that is. I’d go under the covers and laugh cutely and play wrestle while there’s bright nearly ethereal lighting in the background of the shot for some reason. I’d walk along the beach and when I see my movie husband filming me I’d be like “hahaha noo don’t film me” and playfully try to cover the camera. I would be so good at appearing in flashbacks where I give my grieving husband vague advice on how to deal with the situation he’s currently in. My slow motion montages would progress the narrative sooo well.
Lorgar: Sweetie I love your creativity but maybe this isn’t something you should say to your real life husband.
I'm fucking dying lmao Lorgar might try and deny his beloved her deadwife movie moment, but you know he's just as fucking unhinged about their relationship at times like
Beloved: Lorgar, what would you do if I was murdered?
Lorgar: My love, I would burn the entire galaxy to ash until I found the one who killed you and wring their neck myself.
Beloved: <3
Lorgar <3
Meanwhile Guilliman is overhearing this conversation like
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Completely fair
Closing requests early because someone’s decided to be a little cunt and spam my ask box like they’re ordering at McDonald’s.
I am one person, and I'm already at my wits end with the UPDATE PLZ????? comments and the demanding ass requests. I am not a vending machine, and I'm this fucking close to just stopping requests for a longer amount of time, or just only allowing mutuals. And some of y’all fucking wonder why no one takes requests anymore.
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happy rika pokemas day to all who celebrate
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When I was a kid, I thought those pillars went down to the sea floor.
In reality, they usually go down to some large submerged floats.
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小猫大鼠！袭来！
（是小赛和沈宝回去养壳咪的paro
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Bad and naughty electric ghosts don’t get to use the mower
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im so normal about this
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I love these Primarchs with their pregnant spouse fics! Just letting these goobers be happy!
Lorgar and his pregnant wife, please?
[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]
Author's note: Was already making this, so I just expedited the process. Enjoy some Lorgar goodness.
Relationships: Lorgar/Fem!Reader
Warnings: One quick NSFW flashback, Tokophobia, Pregnancy, Lorgar being overwhelming and suffocating
Lorgar’s personal quarters are massive- as much of it is filled with his own personal librarium.
Perhaps another time it would’ve interested you enough to take a peek, but right now you sit swallowed by the massive bed, wrapped in thin, cool sheets. Anything that could be on those shelves is of little interest in comparison to what is currently running through your mind.
You still remember the medicae's word. He’d let you go with little fanfare after- apart from the formality he gave speaking to the Lady of the Word Bearers- and you’d returned to your quarters with little more than a few words to tell you that you were indeed, pregnant.
It’s been a little over two months more since you first were told that news, but you’re still just so, surprised. Given Lorgar's unnatural creation, his size and abilities, the thought of such a thing being possible hadn't even come to the table.
Though neither of you were thinking of it either, in the height of other things.
'My little goddess,'
You felt so full, cum leaked from you and onto the silken sheets. But he was far from finished with you, and continued until the stars in the sky gave way to the sun.
You remember that last time the both of you were together. Lorgar knew he was leaving in the morning and had spent almost the entire night with you, preparing for the future time apart.
As such when he leaves, you’ve been unable to contact Lorgar for more than a few minutes at a time. This was something you wanted to tell him in person as well, and so you’d held your tongue until the Fidelitas Lex finally came to port.
Your clothes still fit, though most now show a slightly visible bump; Noticeable to anyone who's seen you enough to catch the difference. Thankfully, that isn't too many.
At least the nausea had faded mostly. You remember when it had forced you to see that medicae, and enlightened you to this whole thing.
"Are you well, Lady Aurellian?"
You laughed him off, and cleared your throat. Your mouth tasted terrible, and the noise did little to change it.
"Just a little under the weather." He took your response at face value, but didn’t seem entirely convinced. You were eager to get this all finished with, and answer any more questions curtly in the way you thought was most applicable.
Once it was all finished you walked quickly from the massive room, and just barely managed to make it to the balcony before your breakfast made its unwelcome return. You stood hunched over the railing, skin feeling hot. You wiped your mouth and took a few deep breaths.
"Lady Aurellian!"
You suddenly turned to see two Word Bearers looking at you shocked. One was from the room you'd just been in; You assumed he followed you to escort you back to your quarters. They both expressed their gentle demands for you to see the medicae, and not eager to fight about it, you went along with little fuss.
But Lorgar is due to return of Colchis any minute now. You’ve already been told his flagship has moored in the planet’s orbit, and you’ll see him soon. Very soon; Enough so that your stomach feels like it's buzzing.
Many of the primarchs are returning to their home planets in preparation to visit Terra. Many if not all of the Primarchs will be there apparently, at least according to Lorgar.
He's always yabbed a bit too much about things you feel like you shouldn't be hearing, but he seems to enjoy whispering you secrets. Many times simply because he’s venting out his anger at the galaxy, or the people within it.
You hear the heavy wooden doors slowly open, and you see Lorgar in his casual garb in the doorway. He must've already removed his armor before returning to his quarters.
He seems somewhat disgruntled, until his face lights up at the sight of you sitting on the edge of his gigantic bed. He smiles wide and instantly comes to you, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face in his hands to kiss you. They feel warm and soft, and you can't help but forget everything you've been getting ready to say for just a moment.
“I’ve missed you even worse than when I last left you. I didn't know I even could.”
You lay your hand over his own for a moment before he pulls them away, laying one over his own chest for a moment as he speaks.
"But- I have so many wonderful things to show you, my love. And to give you! The places we've been, they had so many beautiful things; Not as wonderful as you of course-"
It went well, you assume. Lorgar always becomes talkative if it does. If things go poorly, he's often in an unmanageable mood for days, until something, or now you, manage to soothe him.
You swallow the knot in your throat and interrupt him.
"Lorgar?"
He freezes, and the smile on his face fades within a moment. He notices your troubled expression and his hands rest on your lap. "Is something wrong, my love?"
You nervously wring your hands.
"I have to confess that I, have been keeping something from you." His brow furrows, but you speak before he can. "Can I explain before you rake me across the coals?"
Lorgar is already looking a bit worried and upset, so you elect to speak quickly in the hopes that the hourglass that holds his emotions doesn't completely flip before you have the chance to quell him.
"I went to the medicae not long after you left," He visibly jerks and you quickly forget all of the other words you were going to say and spit out:
"I'm pregnant, Lorgar."
He freezes for a moment, as if trying to process what you’ve said and understand it. His lips shift before he finally finds words.
“You are? I-“
He uncharacteristically stutters for a moment, before finally his mind catches up with his feeling and his hands cup your jawline. You watch his face keenly before you see his face melt into joy and you can breath a sigh of relief.
“I thought I couldn’t be happier to finally be here with you again, but this? There isn’t a word in any language to describe how I feel.”
Lorgar has a way with words, you never cease to be wooed by it. He can make you go from furious to in love with him, and you don't even think he does it intentionally. You play with the loose fabric of his robes for a moment to keep your hands busy.
“I’m sorry for keeping it from you, I just wanted to tell you in person. It didn't seem like the type of news to tell you over a vox while you're in the middle of commanding your men.”
His hands drift downward, and hesitantly move to brush across the growing roundness of your belly.
“I could never be upset at you; Not after this. Not after what you’ve given me.” He smiles in the same way he does after writing something he's proud of, or talking of his religion.
"The child of a Primarch; I never even considered it would be possible..."
He also seems lost in thought for a moment, before he finally comes back to reality and plants his feet firmly on the ground again. He moves to hold your face in his hands once again and give you a kiss, his larger palms swallowing your jawline. His lips feel so soft and warm against your own, you almost forget about everything until he pulls away with a soft pop, and your lips are puffy and well kissed.
"This means we should leave for Terra as soon as possible; Before it be to much danger for you," He says, and your eyes widen.
"I'm coming with you to Terra? Aren't all of the primarchs going to be there?"
You've never been to Terra, never seen a primarch besides Lorgar. Judging by the way he speaks of them, Lorgar is more than enough for you. But he nods, sparking a bit of turmoil in your gut.
"Of course! I refuse to leave you for a second, and I wish to show all of the Imperium the news." Lorgar must see the nervousness on your face, and he kisses the tip of your nose.
"Don't worry, we'll have our time to ourselves as well. I won't parade you around the entire time." That's relieving, as you know that you can't say no to him about this without fearing the repercussions.
Suddenly the primarch begins to stand, peeling his hands away from you.
"I should tell my men to ready the Fidelitas Lex, that we need to depart as soon as possible." You quickly reach for his hand. "Can you wait a moment to do that? You just returned, I want a moment with you before you're off again."
Lorgar halts, looking down at you. His shoulders loosen, and he smiles. It's that same smile that lights up his tanned skin that you love. He kneels back down, his eyes holding that barely contained wonder that has you feeling so loved and suffocated.
"Of course."
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