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tagedeszorns · 7 hours
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How's Konrad doing in the War of War raft
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He's living is best/worst life and is so very complicated.
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tagedeszorns · 8 hours
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Yeah, I feel about the same. I'm not even doing sexually explicit art, but even my nudes draw the ire of the religious extremists who slowly have taken over the once free regions of the internet.
I'm on Mastodon, of course. It's my main "personal" space. I feel free and safe there. I tip the people (not corporation! It's just some dudes and dudettes sharing the same hobby as I do and have set up a server, like one does with mastodon. Like one did back in the olden days of forums) running the server I'm on, because they believe in freedom of speech and expression and hate censorship as much as I do.
I want to stay on Tumblr, too. Because Tumblr allows for more creative layouting of my posts. But if one day some religious fundamentalist decides my naked bodies and queer content are provoking their imaginary friend's ire, I may have to go.
And then, Mastodon will still be there for me.
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tagedeszorns · 9 hours
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And then there's Russ.
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tagedeszorns · 12 hours
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Would Rolf the dog be Horus or Leman?
Horus would be Link Hogthrob.
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tagedeszorns · 13 hours
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How’s the Chirurgeon and its brood doing? I notice nobody ever asks about them.
Anyone who has arrived on this side of the Eye of Terror has a history of fratricide. No one, no, not a single one here whose hands are not red with the blood of those who trusted him. Before Isstvan. Before the other Isstvan. Before Nikaea. No matter.
The difference is that some have put this time of betrayed brotherhood behind them - or are constantly trying to do so with stubborn energy - while others have embraced the fact that betrayal will always give birth to more betrayal and made it a principle.
The one as illusory as the other. No one changes the past. Everyone here carries with them what they have done.
How you deal with it … well, that's individual, of course.
Oleander has realised that it is not enough for him to distance himself with caustic sarcasm and work with energetic mania towards a golden future that will certainly never come true. On the contrary. As much as Fabius' strange idealism in this regard fascinates him, he needs the dark thrill that the hunt for his own blood gives him.
Of course, these are all just petty exercises. It's about feeling something. Which, after all these centuries and with Slaanesh's fingers burning in the black remnants of his soul, isn't easy.
And what would be more arousing than killing the one who is his teacher? His role model. His cold mentor.
No. That would be incredibly reckless.
Nevertheless. He is hungry for it.
He can't give in to it.
At least not directly.
But he can play pretend. With something almost as good as the Chief Apothecary himself. That which has spent centuries becoming one with the Pater Mutatis. Which harbours his cunning and his cruelty. And which, like its creator, knows absolutely no scruples.
Oleander grins, shows his pointed teeth and feels alive. In the midst of the deepest darkness beneath Urum, where the ghostly remains of the long-dead Aeldari scream and whisper in the corners of his vision. Amidst the ruins with their creatures without names, who have made their home in decay. Mutants, refuse, remnants.
And the hunters.
The silver hunters. Nothing but limbs and cold. Splinters of one of the most complex brains in the galaxy, brought to life by … yes, what?
The Emperor's Children Apothecary is waiting. Lurks. Not far from here is one of the chambers where the strange non-living creatures have made their home. From where they make their raids and which they guard well.
Striking there is like attacking Fabius himself. Although the Chief Apothecary almost certainly doesn't even know about this place and is only peripherally interested in it.
But for Oleander, that's what he needs.
A soft metallic clatter in the darkness. A handspan-sized version of the chirurgeon shimmies along the ceiling, disappearing into a crack between the stones. Further ahead, a larger, much more complex version of the non-living creature claws at what may once have been a cybernetic arm. Prey? Nesting material? Oleander is interested.
But he's actually on the hunt. He has his swords drawn. Waiting.
Another metallic noise behind him. He grins. They were hunting him, just like he was hunting them. Oh yes, they're clever. Why wouldn't they be? Their creator has given them so much.
"Hello, my little ones!"
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tagedeszorns · 14 hours
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Reposting my Muppet-Primarchs in one post.
Mortarion is the odd man out, stylewise.
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tagedeszorns · 14 hours
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Hear me out: I am not sure if you already did the Sam the Eagle muppet.. but Gulliman would fit that. Or the Khan... more likely Gulliiman.
Already did him.
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tagedeszorns · 1 day
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the creators struggle of "yes I absolutely made this for myself and I should absolutely appreciate that I made this thing that turned out amazing and be proud of it on that merit alone" vs "man it'd be cool if everyone liked this thing I made as much as I do"
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tagedeszorns · 2 days
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He would wear it.
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tagedeszorns · 2 days
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Two horrible old scientists out adventuring.
My Elder Scrolls-version of Fabius and his Companion Azandar.
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tagedeszorns · 2 days
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The enshittification of the Internet is gaining momentum.
We're on our way back into the fifties and I really think we need a giant meteor at this point.
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tagedeszorns · 3 days
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Hear me out: What if Fulgrim just took Kornelia just to spite Fabius?
Oh no, what am I supposed to do? My emotionally completely unstable father has stolen something loud and intrusive from me, keeping him busy so that he can't … er, bother me with attention at the moment. How am I supposed to put up with that tragedy? This serenity! This peace! This silence to do my work. Oh, what a cruel fate! Woe is me!
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tagedeszorns · 3 days
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Hear me out: Sigismund just vibing and polishing his own swords/wargear.
Or him just bromancing it out with Kharn
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Already did that some time ago!
And also some Imperial Fists (but not the First Captain) on cleaning duty. Because they live to do their duty.
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tagedeszorns · 3 days
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DUmb idea: Morty as Oscar the Grouch.
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Well, why not? He's got the 'tude.
Bonuspic: Here's some no background Mortarion to live on your dash.
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tagedeszorns · 3 days
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Marine Meat Monday: Word Bearers Possessed
Because they are so very neat.
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tagedeszorns · 4 days
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The painted Count as the Count from Sesame Street?
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Gendor Skraivok von Count.
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tagedeszorns · 4 days
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Who would win? Kornelia or the average unarmed guaredsman?
She may be full of confidence, but she's still just a medium sized waterfowl. So - guardsman.
But if Diomat is standing behind her, caught in the delusion that he has to protect some long dead squad, the guardsguy better run.
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