Guys, I’m an ork blog. This leads me to have a question about what all you other ork lovers like out of your orks.

(This is one hundred present me sharing my realization that my need for more spindle ram shakes orks vehicles would be solved by making them ride around studio Ghibli vehicles)

Married hero x villain cuz I miss you

HAPPY ONE YEAR BABY!!!!!! MUAH MUAH MUUUUUAHHH!!! MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE!!!!

Part 2

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Hero laughed harder as they adjusted their attire, trying to mask their unease with a drunken smile. Villains gaze was burning into the back of their neck and they were starting to sweat, this operation was going to go sideways fast if they decided to budge in.

They slung back another shot and placed the glass down with a ‘clunk’. “Th-then we had to pretend like we, like we weren’t fucking toasted before showin’ up to wo-ork.”

Everyone in the small circle burst out once more into a chorus of laughter, it was rich enough to get Hero to wheeze at their own story, but they knew it wasn’t fooling the villain. The criminal was laser focused on the co-worker to Hero’s left, they were touchy, touchy with Villain’s lover.

A hand snaked its way onto the hero’s arm, their co-worker continued to chuckle and snort like they had just heard the funniest thing. They hadn’t. But they continued to act that way, perhaps to distract from their crawling fingers.

“Wha, what happened next?~” Hero cleared their throat, eyes shifting anywhere but to their coworker. They fidgeted with their outfit again and all of a sudden the world was starting to spin, the pressure of the villain breathing down their neck and the dizzying closeness of their co-worker was suffocating.

The group stared expectantly, alcohol heavy on all their breaths and bodies, sweat beginning to stain through some of their clothes. Hero noted the way their target’s eyes remained unfocused, if they wanted answers they’d need to make a move now.

“Got grrr-graveyah-rd shift for a whole damn-ded week…” they slurred, too many drinks impeding on their speech. Shivering out of instinct when Co-worker’s hand began to creep up their arm and slide around their shoulders.

It was a targeted sentence, one they knew would lead their target into their own ramble, hopefully letting secrets slip past their lips in the meantime. But before they could even begin to speak, a hand landed on the hero’s shoulder and turned them around uneasily quickly. Causing them to plunge face first into the stranger—who was no stranger at all—lips colliding against the villain’s neck and Hero took a deep breath in salvation.

The scent of their loved one was so good they could’ve cried, for a split moment they didn’t have to pretend like they were impartial to their co-worker’s touch and they didn’t have to grind away for information from their target. It was a moment where their fuzzy head was cleared and their stomach didn’t twist in warning at spilling its contents.

Villain smiled, brilliantly white teeth at the small off-side gathering. “Looks like someone’s had a bit much to drink tonight, hm?” They laughed, all of them except for Co-worker, who looked both angry and upset. “Let’s get you freshened up, huh? Mind if I steal them for a moment? I’ll return them in good shape…” Villain winked and the group of workers nodded and waved them away with sloppy smiles.

Nobody knew about their relationship, besides the one’s in their closest inner circle. But in civilian persona no one would be able to recognize the hero or villain, and definitely not as a married couple.

Hero mumbled something against the nape of Villain’s neck, smiling as they were herded towards a corridor—which didn’t lead to a bathroom, but nobody in the room was sober enough to be able to tell. It took every last bit of the hero’s self-control to not nip, lick and suck at their lover’s neck. They wanted to maul them, leave their marks all over their body in a claiming gesture.

It would’ve been inappropriate… but exactly what they both needed right now.

Time skipped and Hero wasn’t tripping over their feet anymore, their back was pressed against a wall and Villain had their shoulders pinned. Hero grinned, eyes barely open anymore, “if you wann’ed to be on top, y’coulda just assed~”.

“You’re drunk. You know you can’t drink that much. Especially not on a mission.”

“Mmmm, I can haan-dle my drunk…”

Villain was fuming, trying to be as patient as possible but every time they blinked they saw the co-worker’s slithering hands. If it wasn’t for the whole undercover operation they would’ve burst their bubble in a second, if not less.

But they couldn’t and it was getting to them. The hero had their guard down when they were this intoxicated; Co-worker was taking advantage of that.

Seemingly their thoughts were scrawled across their face. “Whassa matter? Can’t handle a lil’ unnercover flirt?” Hero leaned in, going for a kiss but the villain stalled. Eyes burning with a possessiveness Hero had never seen before.

Stern yet soft, Villain grabbed the hero’s jaw bringing them in against their lips. One hand pulling them in from their waist and the other keeping control up top. It was heavy, a kiss that made Hero’s brain reboot and their knees weak, they had been dreaming about this all night and now it felt like a dream.

“You’re mine. Do you understand? That sorry sack of a human being out there better know it too, or I swear to the gods, the next time you’ll see them will be on a news headline.”

Hero did a shit job at hiding how hot that was, they’d blame it on the alcohol tomorrow, but right now they were blushing from head to toe with a fervour. The best part being that they knew the villain wasn’t joking.

Maybe in some—very unheroic—way they were turned on by that.

How the villain wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate the competition, not that there was any, Hero was Villain’s through and through. But just the few who got too close, those ones Villain ‘took care of’.

“Mmmgood. Hopefull-ey, I’ll see you, an’ jus you, in my bed tonight too.”

It was villain’s turn to huff, the mood suddenly lighter as they went in for another painstakingly short kiss. “You live with me sweetheart, it’s my bed.”

They released their hold on the hero, helping them stumble back to the party door. “S’ameh difference~” Hero smirked, blinking both their eyes in a tried wink and they scrunched their nose in annoyance when it didn’t work. Falling through the unlocked doors and back to their mission, only one more hour, then they’d have their Villain back.

Hello🌹You can write something about Sanguinius, with a reader who has the reputation and behavior of  Ciaphas Cain and that the reader is very attached to the angel and his legion. In general, if you have a better idea, then it's even better😊 just make it Sanguinius with a cool reader. Thanks in advance💚🖤❤️💙

Bet you thought i forgot about this. But I didn't....I just forgot where it was that i was writing it. It's also not exactly on character i got way more self deprecating with it.

Rating: G No warnings just the usual 30kness.

The angel didn't think his hearts could take much more of this. His hearts were racing in a panic as he flipped over the mangled haul of a rhino, anxiety rising as he prepared for the worst. 

Instead, he found you scuffed but alive in a natural groove in the earth. As if the dip had been placed there specifically for your tiny body to fall into.

"Hi honey, how's the battle going?" You joked. He didn't think it was funny at all, but it'd have to wait. The battlefield was no place for a lover's quarrel.

"We are going to discuss this later." All around the both of you, his legion was pushing back a massive invasion of Orks. And just to the side of your exploded rhino was the charred remains of their war boss, his head half gone from the explosion that'd rocked the battlefield, drawing the angel's attention in the first place. What remained was a mangled mess that snarled up hateful and defiant even in death.

Your half cooked plan had paid off. Much to your delight. "YES! It worked! Look, Sanguinius, I got him, I got the war boss." 

"Yes, I see. You did well." Sanguinius said quietly, picking you out of the dirt where you still sat celebrating your victory over the massive green skin.

Sanguinius looked down at it, and the corners of his vision tinted red as he swung his blade down in one hate filled swing, taking the rest of its head clean off in one mighty blow. It'd threatened your life, and he hated it for that. He suddenly found that he hated all of these green life forms, dead or alive. And none of them could be left standing.

Sanguinius's fist clenched around the hilt of his sword. No, he had to get you back to safety.

"I'm taking you back behind the lines." 

"Yeah, okay." Your voice came out in a squeak without much protest.

Still his irritation spiked, already heightened by the natural aggression instilled by his gene flaw. "You were supposed to stay behind the lines. I only agreed to let you come because you promised to only watch and vox me if their movements became irregular. You didn't do that. You did exactly what I asked you not to do."

“Yes I know, but I can explain ... .once you’ve won that is.” You hurriedly insured, wanting very much for him to get you back to a “Safe” distance.

Sanguinius sighed, he had to admit that you'd never gotten hurt so far. Never anything more than a scratch or bruised. It was like you'd be supernaturally blessed with the gift of luck.

No. Not luck. It was just your tactical mind thinking ten steps ahead. Luck was superstitious, and his father would scoff at the suggestion.

Sanguinius took to the air, with you wrapped up in his arms. "My dove, I understand you want to help and fight. But you are so precious to me."

Internally you scoffed, but externally you gave him a firm look, as if to convince him that you weren’t some soft little coward who secretly did want nothing more than to stay on his flag ship and sip expensive beverages and eat fine foods.

"I won't get hurt though, I'll be fine. Ask any in your legion who saw. I was holding on just fine before the war boss even showed up." Of course he didn’t need to know that the only reason you were on the field to begin with was that a bomb squig had chased you out of your relatively cushy, covered position.  

He landed, back-winging gently as he set you on your feet. "You will stay here behind the lines where you promised to stay the first time."

There wasn't much you could do to argue with a primarch. But just to make sure he called out to the closest marine who turned eagerly when his primarch addressed him.

"Watch her. This time, she is to stay here and watch." 

Some prideful part of you wanted to be mad, but his voice was all patience and gentleness. You couldn't stay angry, he’d understand later, once you’d had time to explain.

You turned away from the fighting, not wanting to think about the thousands of gnashing teeth and cruel eyes of the enemy that almost saw to your destruction that day. It might have been cowardly, well no, it was. But that’s what you were by nature, even if no one but yourself recognized that. Deep inside yourself you wished to be a hero, wished to be as valiant and stalwart as those you loved and occasionally fought alongside. You wished you could really be the person people saw you as. Some great humanitarian and a worthwhile individual who didn’t just luck your way into these victories.

You could see the retreated populace in the distance. Wounded and tired. They needed rest and shelter. Then an idea came to you. Maybe you could be a hero today. Even in some minor capacity.

When the green skins had at last been driven back into a valley and trapped, Sanguinius left them to be cleaned up by his legion. They would be easy to finish off now. Trapped as they were.

He found you working, still with his faithful Son by your side. He relieved the marine of his post and sent him to finish the battle. 

"The battle is nearly over. We'll be heading back to the Red Tear soon."

You didn't respond verbally, just nodded.

Your eyes were fixed on the tent pole in your hands as you secured it against the planet’s powerful breeze. The civilians were receiving care and being served small meals as an immediate relief effort.

"I want to continue helping set up the tents and serving the meals." 

"I know." He couldn't apologize, he hadn't done anything wrong in ensuring your safety, but he still felt as if he'd had. 

"The orcs have been driven back, can I stay to help now?" You asked.

He nodded and offered a hand to secure the tent’s pole, you let him take it. You smiled and moved on to the next pole.  'Good, at least she doesn't hate me.' Sanguinius thought.

The whole company stayed several days longer than expected. The orks were long dead, their bodies burned. You'd insisted on staying and giving aid, it was the charitable thing to do. 

The people thanked you all profusely. Some gave near religious bouts of praise to them.

Sangunius took their thanks for the extended aid as he always did. With humility, and grace. But there was a bit of selfishness to it. He wanted you to be happy with him again. It didn't take long for that to happen but he still took those extra few days to ensure it. Not that you gave him as much time anyways, not with the amount of injuries that needed attending and the amount of mouths there was to cook for. You'd been going almost non-stop, helping loved ones reunite, helping burn those that were dead by the hands of the orks and burying those that died after.

The humans began to look to you as some sort of authority or guide. Seeing you lead them and the respect the people held for you made his heart flutter and his wings ruffle. 

He'd need to get you alone sooner rather than later.

This wasn't the place for all that.

When there was enough order at last he ordered everyone to begin returning to the Red Tear.

"My love?" Sanguinius addressed you as you both arrived on the ship. You turned to look up at him. “Yes, my Angel?” He felt a thrill of excitement shoot up his spine and his wings practically hummed, he loved when you called him that, mostly cause you only called him that when you were happy. But he pushed it down and maintained his calm and casual air. “May we speak in my office?”

You nodded and followed him across the ship. A little light in his long shadow. Still despite how little you felt people still whispered your name as if you were some hero of the imperium. Passing voices recounting your "heroic" deed of killing the warboss. They didn't even know the faintest hint of the truth. You looked up to watch Sanguinius, in all his regal beauty. He was too good for a coward like you, was all you could think.

His office was as lovely as the rest of the ship and you made an effort to use admiring it to avoid the upcoming conversation. Sanguinius was generally good at reading you despite your best efforts. He stayed quiet and let you have some time, he could sense you needed it. But it couldn't last forever.

"You've been in my office many times. Surely the trimming can't be all that new or exciting to you, darling." Sanguinius urged at last.

"Speak for yourself, I just noticed a brand new spot I've never noticed before, and it is delightful."

Sanguinius smiled despite himself.

"You know why I want to talk."

It was true, you did. But you didn't want to have to explain that you were a coward to your dauntless lover. 

"I know." Was all you could get out before your throat tightened and the first few tears dropped unbidden from your eyes as you continued to avoid meeting his gaze.

The sight of your tears had an immediate effect on the man, primarch or no he was still your lover and he hated seeing you distressed. He reached for you and you let him take you into his arms. His wings followed, wrapping you up in their power and protection. 

"Darling, what's wrong? I'm not angry with you if you're worried about that." Part of you was but it was a much smaller part than the voice in your head that kept calling you a coward and a liar.

"I didn't want to disobey your orders the other day." You said, strangely flat in tone. Your eyes still leaked those darned salty tears but you'd already begun and you couldn't stop now. "I didn't want to be on the battlefield at all to be completely honest with you." You'd never told him how much you didn't actually like the field of battle.

"Then why? What could have possessed you to do what you did."

"It was an accident, I was chased onto the field… by a squig."

Sanguinius could picture this new version of events clearly. And to his own self he felt ashamed, not just for getting cross with you but for the almost sickening sense of relief that flooded every inch of him. It was a new reason to keep you here, on his flagship and away from the battlefield.

His wings closed in tightly on you and he continued to listen.

"It was one of those that was covered in bombs. And I ran, I had a lasgun, I could have shot it. But I ran, like a coward." 

Sanguinius held you tighter and shook his head. "You're not, you had to get to a safer distance before you could do anything."

It was your turn to shake your head then. "I didn't even think about that. I was just scared and I ran."

Sanguinius was quiet. "Why did you ask to come along with us to the surface?" He was changing the subject, trying to give you a break from the previous line of thought. 

"I didn't. I made a joke about wishing I could spend the day with you despite the battle and it was put in as an official request to join you."

Sanguinius's wings puffed in frustration and a measure of anger. That such a sentiment should have resulted in your endangerment.

"I'm sorry, my love. That shouldn't have happened." He kissed the top of your head but you didn't respond. A claw of worry tore at him and he gave you a gentle squeeze. All that came from you was a quiet shuddering sob.

"Why are you crying?" He asked at last, trying to keep his voice calm so as not to add to the stress of the situation. Sanguinius was loathed to admit that seeing you like this left him feeling helpless. And he despised seeing you cry.

"Because now you know." You choked out, voice heavier with grief.

“Darling, I don’t think you are a coward. I think that you were in a stressful situation and reacted. You are not used to being on the field of battle. Besides, your actions today did help us. Even if I was terrified for your safety.” “You were terrified?” You asked, astonished, eyes wide and still wet with tears. “Of course I was, I heard over the vox that a rhino had landed on you. How could I not be terrified?” He drew in a breath. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Sanguinius tilted your chin up just a bit. “I love you.” He whispered the words so softly you almost questioned whether or not you had actually heard him right. “I love you too.” His lips brushed softly against yours, the kiss was sweet and he filled it with all the concern and love he’d felt over the past several days. “I think I’d like to just stay on the ship from now on. And I’ll just have your time and affection when things are settled.”

The primarch breathed quietly in relief. “Good. Because I’m not willing to risk your safety after all of that.”You both chuckled and he lifted you up. “Now let's get cleaned up. And I’ll give you some of that much desired affection.”

oh my god I'm so embarrassed but do you think you could give us some headcanons for a friends-to-lovers kinda thing with Scout? maybe some nsfw ones as well??🥺 a shy reader maybe? afab?? totally cool if this is too specific or if you'd just rather not 👉👈

hey anon! Sure I'd love to. I've been working on a longer fic so I haven't been online much but thank you for the ask!

Friends 2 Lovers: Scout X Y/N! (BONUS NSFW)

-Both of you have been close friends for years, you could tell by all the childhood photos each others mom's forced you to take

-Photos of you and him at his birthday, your birthday, at the zoo, roller skating, etc. They all hung up on a corkboard that had all his cherished memories on display. -Scout had always felt neutral with you because you were his closest friend. Except for a few awkward moments that you both repressed. -Moments like Y/N laying on his chest, her hand accidentally moving close to his thigh or them accidentally touching hands, both tried to forget them but when they were alone, it was always in their mind. -Scout would occasionally flirt with Y/N "as a joke". He also loves "practicing" cheese one-liners on you. -"Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!" he says clicking his tongue and shooting finger guns at you. "God you're such a dork." Y/N says, rolling her eyes. -"Okay, okay how bout' this one-...Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print~!" Scout says with a huge grin. -"Yeah maybe," Y/N said, she put her hand on her face and looked longingly at him. "You play baseball, yeah? Cus you're a real knock outta the park." -Scout's face became lightly flushed with pink, "haha. Y-you're kidding, right?" "Of course. Why would I be serious?" She got up and stretched her arms "Besides if I was going to flirt with you I'd be less cheesy." -"...How so...?" He asked. -Y/N looked over to him and grabbed his hat from his head, firmly placing it on hers. "Maybe something a little like this." -She put her arms around his shoulders and pushed him to her "How bout we go to my room and you give me a home run?" She said with a toothy grin. Scout's face was doused in red and a loud roar of laughter followed "God that was so bad!!!" Y/N said holding her face "Oh my god, sorry. I'll think of something better." She walked away leaving Scout an embarrassed mess -Even though it was a "Joke" he couldn't stop thinking about the interaction. He buried years of crushing so deeply that once Y/N said that, they all rose from the grave. He couldn't stop thinking about her in more ways than "Just friends." -Of course, Y/N felt this way the entire time but she tried to pay no mind to it. Her heart was always heavy when she was next to him because there was this want to just tell him how she felt...but she couldn't -Weeks go past after the interaction and both of them decided to work the courage to ask each other. Scout with a letter in hand and Y/N was a planned speech they both asked each other to meet at the top of the hill where a huge tree stood. -"No I-" They said together "Wait-No You can go-" Their words were identical, pointing at each other "STOP!!! YOU GO FIRST- OH MY-" Both of them grunted in annoyance and Y/N signaled to zip Scout's mouth. -"J-Jeremy." She said anxiously, staring at his eyes made her anxiety worsen. "Uh...so like. We've been friends for a while and. I- Uhm..." Y/N shut her eyes tightly and poured the truth out. "Jeremy, I've always liked you and it was hard to say because...I didn't want to ruin our friendship if...i-if it didn't w-ork.." -Scout dropped his letter and gently held her hands. "No, no. I...I felt the same way too, Y/N. You're right- that's the reason why I kept it in for so long." -"So what now?" She said looking at him. -A sensual kiss fell onto Y/N's lips, Scout's gently touching hers and she felt herself met a little. He pushed up against her and she held tightly onto his shirt as they both lowered down. -A whole make-out sesh happened on that damn hill lmao. NSFW WARNING AHEAD!

-Tries hard in bed to please you, but has no experience. -Jacks off A LOT, though. This man shoots semen like 24/7. -Whenever he watches porn he tried to take notes to make sure he does the same to you lol -Average erection, around 5-6. -He asks his mom what to do once you both have sex and she hands him a pack of condoms

-Takes him bout a minute to put one on, he's super embarrassed by it. "I hope I can try and give you a good time..." "Any moment with you is great, Jam Jam." (yes that's his nickname) -Fear not! He gets the hang of it and progressively gets better. -Is willing to do any kinks you enjoy <3. Some of his is degradation, praise, very light BDSM, and overstimulation

-He's a little dirty too~ (he doesn't tell you) but even though you guys are dating he imagines you aren't, and it's just his hot best friend giving blow jobs for free or "practice" -He lets you overstimulate him, practically have him shaking by the end of every session -His favorite thing to do with you is eat you out and let your cum drip out. Sucking it and licking your clit afterward

-He always spoons you after and hugs you but for some reason, he gets super hungry and energetic so he'll usually bring back a snack and talk your head off until you're asleep!! Ighty anon! Thanks for the request!! I'll be uploading more in the future <3

Camilip Week Announcement!

Moodboard made by me <3 (Thanking @talisman975 for the help. Commission art is here.)

More important info about the event is below the 'read more' 👇

SO, being that I LOVE this rare pair (I WRITE AND RECEIVE SO MUCH STUFF ABOUT THEM ON THIS BLOG), and because of the results on this poll, I decided to make a ship week for them!

The week will start on December 18th and end on the 24th.

Prompts are:

Lovers / Animals (December 18th)

Date (December 19th)

Wedding (December 20th)

Nerds (December 21st)

Baby / Babies (December 22nd)

Future (December 23rd)

Luz (December 24th)

• All forms of creativity are welcome! Fanarts, fanfics (what I'll be writing for the week lol), edits, posts, whatever you can think of that's creative, etc.

• IF YOU DECIDE TO DO ANYTHING / PARTICIPATE PLEASE TAG ME IN YOUR WORK SO I CAN SEE AND REBLOG IT TO HERE.

• You can use the tag 'camilip week' if you want.

• This is mostly dedicated to the relationship between Camila and Beardo Philip, but you can also make content for Camielos (Camila x Belos) too [I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU MAKE IT CRACK XD].

• I don't mind suggestive stuff, but nothing too or extremely n//ot s//afe for w/ork.

• You don't have to follow the prompts if you don't want to (though it's much appreciated if you do), and it's okay if you miss a day (STILL MAKE STUFF FOR THAT DAY IF YOU WANT).

• If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me!

• Have FUN!

• I think that's all I have to say!

Thank you for reading this post! <3

So I've been playing Deep Rock Galactic a lot lately (for those unaware, it's a horde shooter game about space dwarves in an alien planet) and it's got me thinking.

Space dwarves, in this universe, exist. Obviously. So do elves, because the dwarves constantly mention "leaf-lovers." Space elves. The voice over at Mission control is likely a human, owing to the lack of a beard and very different accent/tone. Goblins are also implied to exist via voicelines, though it's only like one or two mentions (via insults in case of friendly fire).

Now, of course, this is just one game. There have been other cases of elves or dwarves or similar-looking creatures in sci-fi, such as Warhammer 40k, with the Eldar, and the Orks.

But it's the first instance (that I am aware of) where true fantasy races, with no augmentations, reached technological advancement high enough not only reach space, but develop their own intergalactic or at least interstellar civilization.

If all the classic fantasy races went to space, what would they all be doing?

The dwarves would be miners, obviously. Like in DRG, they'd like their weapons, have an eye for precious metals and gemstones, and love mining and underground locales. It's in their blood.

On the other hand, the elves might be more nature-centric. They might be more dedicated to protecting planets that are full of life from expansion and industrialization, mostly by humans, as humans do what humans do: expand, conquer, wage war, all that jazz. They showed this to a certain degree in DRG's seasons 1 and 2, with a gargantuan rival incursion. While it's not stated who runs the rival company, it's likely humans, due to how advanced the tech is, and the fact that they only use tech. No living organisms are sent down into the planet's caverns.

Orcs? They'd probably continue to wage war. Question is, would they be like the Orks of Warhammer 40k, with eyes only to destroy and conquer other peoples, or could they be hired? Say, "we'll give you a shit ton of gold and riches and in exchange you go kill off anything bad on this planet, ok?"

That's just my ideas, though. Who knows, maybe DRG will expand upon this lore in later seasons (I sincerely hope they do).

Most high heiress of our Silent King, what is your opinion on the Astartes legion besides the Iron Warriors and the primarchs of said Legions?

-A Curious Collector

"Your query vexes me," Nehetari blinks, the hint of amusement in her eyes. "Surely you know this is not a simple question to ask of anyone, let alone myself." She straigtens her posture, and the emotion fades from her face once more.

"I will indulge you, but I will be brief. I have yet to form opinions on all the different breeds of space marine, or their Primarchs for that matter, so I will share the ones I have."

Jaghatai Khan - Good opinion. We met in Commoragh, and we escaped around the same time. I respect his sense of honor and his need for speed. His skill in combat is also exemplary.

The White Scars - No opinion. I have never met his sons, but I have heard they are very much like their father.

Lehman Russ - Bad opinion. It's a shame: we probably could have been friends if he didn't make a third occupation of harassing my lover.

The Space Wolves - good opinion. Though louder and ruder, being around them reminds me of the crowds in the oasis-side inns of my homeworld.

Corvus Corax - bad opinion. I would complement his aesthetic (his feathers are quite lovely), but he knocked me unconscious and tried to drag Perturabo back to their father. When I caught up to them, well... ...I doubted I would ever use the techniques I learned from Urian Ricarth, but I suppose my so-called "mentor" would have been proud of me that day.

The Raven Guard - no opinion. I've not met one yet, but I am fond of their aesthetic.

Vulcan - Good opinion. This might be surprising as he also assisted Corax in abducting my lover (and also nearly beat Crucius to death), however I have since learned that he has honor. Also, his devotion to his people is admirable.

Salamanders - No Opinion. I have yet to meet them properly, but like the White Scars, I hear they are much like their father. They battle well.

Rogal Dorn - No opinion. I am surprised at how little interest I have in this being. I wonder if this is because of his influence on the Warp or Perturabo's influence on me.

The Imperial Fists - Neutral opinion. What good are rockcrete walls when a C'tan shard throws a mountain at them? By human standards, though, they are excellent builders.

Fulgrim - Bad opinion. Lecherous, needlessly sadistic, and proud without the substance to support it. Thankfully, due to the timely intervention of the Drukari, my time under his capture was brief. Though I have heard that he is still searching for me. I regret 'rewarding' him with my memories of constant agony.

The Emperor's Children - Bad opinion. Noisy, messy, unsanitary... ...startlingly bad pain tolerance for ones so obsessed with the Pleasure & Pain alter of the Aether. Quite disgusting over all.

Alpharius - Omegon who?

The Alpha Legion - Good opinion. The dark chocolate flavored recaffe and ork fingers they sent me were delicious.

Sanguinius - No Opinion. Since there's a high likelihood that he is one of Father's hidden consorts, I dare not cast my opinion at him. But I will say that he is definitely Father's 'type'.

The Blood Angels - No Opinion. I have yet to meet any of them. Though I have been told that they too enjoy the taste of blood.

Ferrus Manus - Bad opinion. This one died long before I returned to life, but I am fairly certain that its soul was trying to possess Perturabo's older brother. I considered trying to destroy it, but apparently Crucius has, 'gotten it to fuck off.' I am unsure of how he managed this.

The Iron Hands - *Her face remains impassive, but the skin around her eyes scrunches up in rage* I would pity them. Their grief has trapped them in an undending downward spiral leading to the same fate that befell my people. However, their concious wish to become the same empty husks is an insult to all Necrons, and I will not forgive it.

The Original Iron Warriors - Undefineable Opinion. They are all microcosms of Perturabo's trauma and mistakes. And also the unfortunate consequence of them."

Nehetari sighs, then closes her eyes. There is a long moment of silence, then, "...there are others. But I grow weary of this topic. I will release my reports as I feel inspired. Now... ...leave me."

New content! Because it was like ages I didn't upload here or anywhere else.

So meet Azeen Katrina the third Justice. She is baroness know of her Madonna like voice and bard life style. Yes, she's an bard and she had many lovers just like THE bard. Azeen usually goes by name of Katrina for those she likes but for others she's baroness Azeen. She's very sweet and very touchy might not understand what is personal space.

Azeen has 5 kids and 4 are from different species of fathers. They are Elf, Fairy, Human and Ork. Because she's travels a lot the fathers are the ones raising kids and teaching them their culture.

Bit about Justice family. They are actually cursed to have charm, blond hair, blue eyes and relation with spiders. In their family you either absolutely horrified by spiders or they could crawl out your skin.

Some extra info. Her all necklaces are reminder of her children fathers. Don't mind failed hips

Update on the campaign :

Wild sh*t happened.

So for starter, the new character joined the team. She's a drow who was sold as a slave, and was bought by the party. Then the ork killed the slave merchant(the drow's lover) cos why not ? They're only in a city in which all laws are protecting slaves merchants.

And he rolled a Nat1 to escape, so basically he fell on a police officer. He then proceeded to escape, bribing them.

(I will divise the story in multiple posts so it can remain clear)

shocking day journal

I found out they speak the same language as me, English I completely covered every inch of myself as best I could, it was really hard to walk and impossible to fly but I cant make any kinda of fabric or rope. I stayed mute until I heard others speak and then I found a blacksmith, they have a weird currency but I offered to bring him some metal as a trade for drumroll please, A recurve bow for hunting string included thank god now just 4 more 5 kilometer walks in entirely rock garbs. since all I’ve seen is orks and I’ll have something to properly defend myself with. I was an amateur archer in my past life so I have some experience and with wind magic I can definitely guide arrows for better shot plus using it to boost their speed 

I couldnt write much today since not much happened other then going there but it did ease a huge amount of anxiety, alot of the social norms are the same here too it seems atleast with orks

your gay very gay lover - Nanesuma 19/1/1

Music for all lovers of Human are space fae/orks/Australia/the weird ones:

Some of these get pretty dark but the music is still great!

The band Space Cadet with their various singles:

https://www.instagram.com/spacecadets_band/

On the YouTube channel from:

Who some people maybe already know for his insanely good bardcore covers!

I especially recommend My immigrant Lover for all of you who want to fuck an alien.

Diary, characterization, faulkner, dedication, houghton <3

That was quick! But thank youuu

diary: how many pieces have you written that are just for you or will never see the light of day?

Too many. Like literally. I have lost count. There are several stories with an average of 50-150k I've written together with friends, that where just for us. For noone else to see. And several short very self indulgend mary sue scenes and characters that are just for me. Many of which I dont even remember anymore and just happen to stumble accross once in a while and either cringe very hard about or just contemptly smile. I have posted/shared like 10% of my writing... everything else is just for me.

characterization: describe your favorite character(s) you’ve written.

Ohhhhh I gotta keep this short! How dare you! Well obviously my favourite fandom, I've written the most about was "Once upon a time" specifically "SwanQueen" and in that paring i loved writin Regina. I am just a sucker for tragic characters. My favourite version of her is the "indoctrinated spoiled child, realising how wrong her upbringing war and growinger beyond herself to a true but tragic hero" for example her in "The knight and the Dragon"... now that I think about it ... this trope describes many of my favouirte characters xD And do decide between my OCs???? That is cruel. I love Xiadia, the strong, stubborn, selfcentered, ignorant but oh so caring warrior princess. Or Nasmira the tragic devine, cursed by the power of life and creation, unable to die by anything else but her lovers kiss. Or Eve said lover, devine of death and destruction, cursed with an everchanging body unable to express all the love she carries. Or Lilith my first character, abandoned by her people, taken in by the night itself transformed into a monster but finally free. Or well... Kira the shy, kind and insecure but oh so frightening an protective necromancer-bard Aasimar. Or Arae, the half orc low level bard that befriended an oger, talked the BBEG into just not doing what he was planning and daydreaming her way trough adventures. Or Ziri, the druid who just wants to know where her powers come from, finding the god that bestowed them on her, thanking him and helping the people and creatures she meets on the way. Or Anais the booding, sharp tounged vigilante, that just wants to avenge her twin sister while somehow saving the world from an elder god..... I really can't decide I love them all way too much to say which is my favourite. Tho Kira gets the most attention currently... :P (but also Dharvious! I love Dharvious and literally every other GAL-Character. Tiny the winged ork! Or Adresh, Xiadias brother or... NO STOP!)

faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?

Ohhhhh damn, I am not good with naming tropes. I mean a SUCKER for a good old Enemies to lovers, especially with a shifting or uneven power dynamic (like they are from different social classes or one is employed by the other, or they are live long or fated rivals) AHHHH... but I think... I enjoy reading them more than writing? No! I love reading and writing them equally. The slower it burns the better :D Besides that... I like me a good old cringy Highschool/College AU or in that regard also a teacher/student AU and OH LORD FORBIDDEN LOVE!!! LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS! .... well I think It is quite obvious I mostly enjoy anything romance related, the more dramatic/tragic the better. Non-Romance related... I have a soft spot for revolutions or overthrowing fate tropes (if that are tropes)

dedication: if you were to publish a book or multiple, who would you dedicate the book(s) to?

That is such an interesting question. I never actually thought about publishing a book. I mean, I fantasized about GAL being an actual published book (which would obviously be dedicated to @dhwty-writes despite them being the Coauthor/Mainauthor) but besides that... I think it would really depend on the story and the people who inspired me to that story!

houghton: what’s something you love that people compliment your pieces on?

Ouuuhhhh uhhhhh.... Honestly.... since I don't share much of my writing I have not recieved many compliments on it besides unintelligible sounds and keysmashed (which honestly are the best kind of compliments! :D) But what I could get from was... my metaphors? I like to think I am good with using metaphors, obvious ones and ones you need to think about for a bit, and always get super giddy and wiggely when someone points out one they really like. So yeah... I'll go with metaphors.

SO THIS HAPPENED. To be clear. I’m not the one who commissioned this, these are just my characters from my story Ennui on Archive of Our Own which has been described almost universally as ‘sappy, sapphic, and not very grim’ but also as a good read. All commission and artist info is in the OP, the characters are (left to right) Isarae of Commorragh, a self-exiled Drukhari Wych, and her lover Sister Alessandra Artus, whom Isarae rescued from Orks.

The Underestimator Mixtapes - “Volume 2: Loud Fast Rules!”

The latest mixtape of The Underestimator Mixtapes series, a pharaonic coming-of-age compilation of 47 trademark punk/garage rock/proto-punk/new wave/power pop/r`n`r songs from the ones posted on the second edition of The Underestimator blog spanning the years 2016-2019, after the original blog got deleted due to repeated copyright violations.

Available for online streaming on Mixcloud: 

https://www.mixcloud.com/the-underestimator/the-underestimator-mixtapes-volume-2-loud-fast-rules/

or download as separate mp3 tracks in a zip file, here:

http://www.mediafire.com/file/uozw1oe2qzyl4bl/THE_UNDERESTIMATOR_MIXTAPES_-_VOLUME_2_%2528LOUD_FAST_RULES%2529.zip/file

[Don’t be alarmed if you are denied access: In case you get the error message “Permission Denied” prompting you to download a copyrighted song via Amazon or sth, you should be aware that this is a mediafire trick to discourage you from downloading when the uploaded file includes copyrighted material, so they can appear legit in the eyes of the copyright holders. If you close the tab and try a couple of times or more, the link will eventually appear (don’t refresh the mediafire page, it doesn’t work that way, just open the link from the underestimator post to a new tab, then close it and re-open it in a new tab a couple of times or more).]

Downoad some more playlists posted on The Underestimator Mixtapes series, here.

01. Chain Smoking (Peel session) - Vic Godard and The Subway Sect (1977) 02. Don't Step On The Cracks - Pete Wylie and The Mighty Wah! (1980) 03. Harmony in my head - Buzzcocks (1979) 04. Disgusteen (Unreleased Take) -Teenage Head (1977) 05. I Wanna Be Your Dog (The Stooges cover) - Les Fantomes (1978) 06. Run Through the Jungle (CCR cover, Radio Geneva session) - The Gun Club (1983) 07. Dodge Veg-O-Matic (Jonathan Richman cover) - Deja Voodoo (1988) 08. Ain't Hit Me Yet - Mad Daddys (1985) 09. Pantherman (For Lux Interior) - The Last Drive (2009) 10. It's You - Mickey and The Milkshakes (1982) 11. All Night Long - The Frowning Clouds (2011) 12. I Still Love You - The Gorgons (1993) 13. Little Girl (The Gorgons cover) - Hollywood Sinners (2006) 14. No! - The Human Switchboard (1978) 15. Reaching My Head - The Prisoners (1984) 16. Flowers Around Me - The Dentists (1985) 17. Barricade Beach - Insect Surfers (1983) 18. Big Sky (The Kinks cover) - The Blue Aeroplanes (1990) 19. Lords Of Summer - The Mark Of Cain (1988) 20. Boomerang - Xmal Deutschland (1983) 21. 50-50 (demo)- Sad Lovers and Giants (1981) 22. Teenage Nightingales To Wax - The Three Johns (1984) 23. Heads Watch - Josef K (1980) 24. Crippled Child - A Certain Ratio (1980) 25. Horrorshow - (The) Scars (1979) 26. Black Milk - These Immortal Souls (1992) 27. The Order Of Death - Public Image Ltd (1983) 28. Forces At Work (Ork Records alt. outtake) - The Feelies (1978) 29. Mony, Mony (Tommy James and the Shondells cover) - Celia and The Mutations (1977) 30. Motorbike Beat - The Revillos (1980) 31. The Punk - Cherry Vanilla (1977) 32. Louise - Satan's Rats (1978) 33. Inside The Line (demo) - (Warsaw) Joy Division (1977) 34. He's So Strange (live rehearsal) - The Go-Go's (1980) 35. Pablo Picasso - (Simple Minds) Johnny and The Self Abusers (1977) 36. Summer Of Love - London (1977) 37. Deutscher Girls (Jubilee version) - Adam and The Ants (1978) 38. Edith Nylon - Edith Nylon (1979) 39. Ghost Rider (Suicide cover) - Alan Vega (1981) 40. Pills (Bo Diddley cover) - New York Dolls (1973) 41. Rocket Reducer No.62 (Rama Lama Fa Fa Fa, Live) - MC5 (1968) 42. Hernandoe's Hideaway - The Dubrovniks (1994) 43. Sunshine Superman (Donovan cover) - Husker Du (1983) 44. The Posse - The New Christs (2009) 45. KIll A Hipster For Rock N Roll - Thee Rag N Bone Man (2017) 46. Deeper - A Place To Bury Strangers (2015) 47. Fire - Dion Lunadon (2017)

And If this got you interested in “Volume 1: The Early Years”, you can find it here.

(Original photo: Nick Marden, bassist of The Stimulators, photographed by Robert Mapplethorpe in 1980.)

A few points of order.. these may offend some of you. That is not my intent. But as a long time lover of the IP, the sheer hate being shown to converters and kitbashers, as well as their suppliers, is baffling to me lately, especially given that these people -made Rogue Trader what it was-.

I’m not speaking of recasters here, incidentally.

This shouldn’t be seen as an attack on GW either, so none of that nonsense. I have good friends who work for GW, and have longed to write for them for years.

1. GW did not innovate Space Marines, Space Orks, Space Dwarves, Squats, Dark Gods, the Chaos Gods. or, incidentally, Emperors on the edge of death prolonged indefinitely by arcane machinery.

For the record, it didn’t invent miniatures gaming, let alone fantasy and sci-fi miniatures gaming, either.

2. GW has lost several cases to that effect in recent court decisions.

3. One of my mortal forms operates a small miniatures company. He knows how much it costs to sculpt, mold, and produce a miniature in terms of time and money. The markup on GW products can be upwards of 500% or more. Standard industry markup is about half that at most.

4. If you speak to most in the industry, GW’s problems with costs occur for four (4) principle reasons.

A) Greed (They are not by any means unique or even the most egregious in this regard in miniatures wargames. Think GW is bad? 1990s era Foundry, early 2000s Mongoose and Rackham; Battlefront and Knight Models would like a word with you.)

B) Admission by GW’s own official documents that it does “no market research,” which may explain why GW is operating with a pricing model that assumes there are no direct competitors.

C) Planned obsolescence in miniatures rules. Deliberate relaunch of games even when promises and assurance that this will not be the case. Modern hobbyists simply do not have the funds or the patience to contend with this.

D) Limited production facilities. GW essentially uses a single facility for most manufacturing. (this is why there are shortages of everything right now) This factory switches between GW and Forge World models (they are the same company) to make best use of facilities. This is why, for example, FW will often pull popular sets. GW has realized that if a FW model sells too well, it will require a larger amount of factory time and, hence, greatly limit the “core ranges” in production. It seems nonsensical, but for their cash poor/profit rich production model to succeed, maximum production must squeezed out of every “mainstream” mold. For example: Betrayal at Calth was the most popular GW boxed set ever, but there was never any long term plan for mass production of the Horus Heresy stuff in plastic. Nobody expected it to do so well (no market research, remember) and so most of that endeavor has been sidelined.

5. Third Party Model manufacturers exist for virtually every aspect of the miniatures hobby. They thrive in GW proxy sense because:

a) Demand exceeds supply.

b) Costs exceed most gamer budgets.

c) Paradoxically, making the game less conversion friendly in order to combat both legitimate third party options and recasters has actually increased demand.

6. GW did the right thing shutting down for the pandemic. But the shutdown did its robbing Peter to pay Paul production system no favors. The costs you pay are not because of third party alternatives; they are because of poor pricing strategy by GW as well as generally bad decisions regarding the withdrawal of popular models in order to spite competitors. Which is quite literally cutting off one’s nose to spite one’s face.

7. A final point. Some GW employees have exacerbated the problems because after the “dark period” of the late 90s and early 2000s, GW has gone to great lengths to improve employee rights. As a socialist, I laud this. But it also complicates matters. Consider these issues:

- Black Library and FW have very little communication. They often contradict each other. Any Horus Heresy player can tell you this. For example: according to BL... Post Istvaan Nathaniel Garro’s armor has no “bling” ; there are loyalists and traitors in -every- Legion, etc.

- There is no “plot bible”: not for the novels (GW has -never-, for example, said that the Chaos Dwarves are extinct or that there are no loyalist chapters descended from traitor Legion loyalists, no matter what your favorite author’s personal social media account might say); and not for the miniatures: Mk. IV armor is described different ways by different writers and interpreted differently by different sculptors. This is actually a more significant problem for the tabletop gamer than you might think (to say nothing of the role player or users of other licensed products such as board games)

- GW tries to be very open minded, officially, with regards to players and their armies. The so-called “your dudes” approach works well. This does not stop employees from making absurd statements or contradicting rules clarifications.

Let us not even begin with the absurd assumptions made by tournament players about the rest of the community, or vice versa. These complicate matters regarding all of the aforesaid issues ever more.

That’s my tuppence. Now back to your regularly scheduled being a bad guy. (Don’t get me started on -Malal’s- IP issues....)

Me too! (LAMP fanfic, Part 2/2)

Fandom: Sanders Sides Pairing(s): LAMP (LoganxVirgilxPattonxRoman) Word count: 987 Summary: Patton, Logan, Virgil and Roman are in high school and they're all very gay (duh) and polyamourous. Warnings: Mild swearing Genre(s): Friends to Lovers, Fluff  Part 1

A few weeks after they had realised their love for each other they were sitting on a bench in a park. Patton was playing with someone's dog. "How is it possible for someone to be this cute?", Logan asked. "I know, right?", Roman replied. "m o o d.", Virgil who was slowly sliding down the bench said, his voice cracking halfway through the word. "Are you in love with Patton?", Roman teased even though he was head over heels for that cute lil puffball too. "What? No... You're in love with Patton.", Virgil muttered under his breath. "I'm in love with Patton.", Logan said. "Wait really?", Virgil asked. "Oh, we were not stating the obvious? My bad.", was Logan's reply. "Maybe we're lucky and he likes all of us back.", Roman did what he did best: hoping, "And even if he doesn't. We should tell him. He deserves to know.". The dog and his owner had to go and Patton went back to the others without them noticing. "Who deserves to know what?", Patton asked. Virgil, Roman and Logan exchanged a few unsure looks. Then they nodded at each other, took a deep breath and answered him. Their answers were overlapping because everyone phrased it differently. Logan said: "We are all in love with you.". Roman said: "I love you." and Virgil mumbled: "We love you.". "Guys, I didn't understand a word.", Patton laughed, "Could you repeat that? But not everyone at once this time.". "Patton, we've come to the conclusion that all three of us are in love with you.", Logan explained. "Yeah, what he said...", Virgil added. "Really? This isn't some stupid joke, is it?", Patton asked. "Of course not! In what universe would I ever joke about love?", Princey responded, posing dramatically like always. "This is the best day of my life, I love you all so much!", Patton squealed and pulled them into a 'crush'ing (sorry not sorry) hug. After he let go of them he pecked everyone on the lips once. They stayed at Patton's place that day and cuddled all night. Patton woke up that night because he heard a loud thud and then someone cursing. Virgil had tried to get out of the room without waking up the others but had tripped over something. "Virgil? What are you doing?", Patton whispered. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up, Pat...", the emo replied. "Why are you awake?", Patton asked him. "I couldn't sleep.", he muttered. "Well.", Pat said and got up leaving only Roman and Logan on the bed who immidiately started cuddling with each other, "How about we go to the kitchen and get you something to eat and drink and then you try to sleep again?". Virgil nodded. Patton took his hand and they went to the kitchen together. "I'm not really hungry or thirsty. I've just got a lot on my mind.", Virgil confessed once they were in the kitchen. "For example?", Patton wanted to know. "I... I didn't lie when I said I love you. I do love you. But I also love Roman and Logan. But I didn't have the guts to tell them that when we were talking about our feelings for you. And now that you're dating us I'm scared that I might accidentally tell them.", Virgil explained. "You should tell them. You'll never know if they feel the same way about you until you tell them.", Patton said. "I know... It's just... So hard.", Virge sighed in frustration. "Tell me about it. I've been trying to tell you guys for forever.", the cheery one replied. The two of them began whisper-ranting about how cute the other two were. In Patton's room said two just woke up because they heard the talking in the kitchen growing louder. "Logan?", Roman asked followed by a yawn, "Where are Patton and Virgil?". "I don't know. Let's just keep cuddling.", Logan grumbled and pulled Roman closer. "As much as I would love to do that, I'm worried about our little puffball and my little ball of angst.", Roman said. "Your little ball of angst? He's my little ball of angst.", Logan declared. "How about 'our little ball of angst'?", Roman suggested and Logan nodded, "So... you like Virgil and Patton, huh?". Logan was blushing furiously while explaining: "A-actually I love you, Patton and Virgil.". "Really? Oh my goodness, this is perfect! I love you too. Now we just have to tell Virgil that we love him and hopefully he feels the same for us.", Roman said excitedly. And maybe a bit too loud. "Shhh, be quiet! He could hear you!", Logan whisper-yelled. "Calm down, we'll tell him anyway.", Roman tried to calm him down. He then took Logan's hand and dragged him to the kitchen where Virgil and Patton were still ranting about how cute they were. Said two didn't notice that Logan and Roman entered the kitchen and kept ranting. "I know right! Everytime I see Roman I wanna ask him who the fff..ork allowed him to be this handsome. And don't even get me started on Logan. Oh boy... He has no right to be this hot. Like excuse me, do you know how hard it is to not stare at you?", Virgil said while gesturing wildly. "And they're so cute too. Lo-", Patton started but was interrupted by the now blushing Roman and Logan. Logan cleared his throat and Roman said: "We wanted to talk to you two.". Pat and Virge were blushing now too. "Uh... S-sure.", the anxious guy said. "We just discovered that we are not only in love with Patton but also with each other and Virgil.", Logan explained. Virgil looked like he was shocked but after a few seconds he began to smile widely. "I love you too.", he confessed. "It's settled then, right? We're all dating each other now.", Roman said. They all agreed and went back to sleep.