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[willotheimps]

THE ENTRANCE

✦ Welcome home, wandering souls of the Damned!

I'm called Imp, and this is my little corner of Hell :)

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TW for the following:

✦ Blood and gore

✦ Foul language

✦ Distressing topics like death, war, and other unsavouring things

✦ Demon worshipping

And more! All will be tagged accordingly.

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[mallomars]

Sun wukong (Character Design)

[fryeaterr]

adventuring on my time

flippin love these guys grrgrggrr

sona stuff down bee-low 2 LOL \(^o^)/

[ganondoodle]

been wanting to give demise and the gang a little bit of a rework but my day was spent speedrunning work, then helping my parents dig through a ton of earth in the garden trying to get plant roots out that explosively overtook everything last year .... and then spent whatever time i had left building a house in the sims (it crashed three times :)) )

(also the new tumblr update looks like ass,,,,,,,,,,,,)

[kit-williams]

No Longer You

The next part in the Legion Mother Lost in the Warp Series. One of his prophetic sons comes to the Iron Lord with worrying news while the Iron Mother receives worrying news as well.

Male Lead: Perturabo Female Lead: Penelope Song on repeat: Epic the Musical - No Longer You Cw: Song fic, pov switching

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Perturabo went over her words again and again and again in his mind... his mind churning so much that his body destabilizes and he felt anger flare up at how worked up he was getting over a possible warp ghost or worse yet a trick. He buried that part of himself... buried all these emotions tied to her when he burned Olympia... when he killed Calliphone... when he needed her tender heart to hold back his wrath... a wrath that ultimately was tainted by his grief. His breaking down after Olympia was just as much of him mourning her death in equal measure to his regret bubbling up. Would she have agreed? Perturabo wonders as maybe she could have stayed his hand upon his sister... upon Olympia... he knows for a fact that he wouldn't have followed Horus as long as he did... Nelly wouldn't have let him.

Ajax was one of the few things he could hold over his brothers of something he had and they did not... hindsight either paints his thoughts or gives him insight into how certain brothers of his had grown far too interested in Penelope once she was carrying Ajax... and many of them had turned traitor. Perturabo pauses in his tinkering as he lets ancient thoughts return to the surface as he wonders.... what she would have said to get him to stop following Horus, if he ever started to follow him in the first place. He blames himself for her death, he called her to Olympia when he caught wind that the corpse that was once his Father and the frail Malcador had expressed interest in meeting Ajax... catching wind in wanting to summon her to Terra without him. Once more Perturabo lets his thoughts wander... what would have happened... anxiety flairs inside his gut at the brief thought of sieging the imperial palace and not knowing where she was... or even if Father would keep her alive for that long.

He exhales, his nostrils flaring like a grox-bull's, as he focuses on melding the metal in his hands; Ferrus was always better at making the metal into surprisingly delicate shapes... when he wanted to. Perturabo looks at the metal in his clawed hands as it is another shell... to replace the one that had fallen into disrepair from his neglect over the millennia. A rare smile flutters across the lord of Iron's face as he looks at the iridescent metal shell. His eyes flick over to a screen as there was a rare thing... someone that was not one of his warsmiths was requesting an audience... His tongue moves over the fangs in his mouth, reminding him of his brothers Leman and Konrad with their fanged maws, as he thinks and looks at who dares seek an audience with him. One of his Sorcerer sons... Tiresias Korpanos... the Korpanos were a rare set of psyker twins that had survived the trials of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo remembers telling Magnus of his sons and how excited the Sorcerer king had gotten. Psyker twins were always more powerful together but he remembers that the twins willingly separated as his brother... Morpheus went with Penelope.

Though Tiresias had grown wildly eccentric in the millennia that had followed their damnation. His nose wrinkled at the thought of dealing with this gibbering sorcerer or at worst would be speaking in vague poetics. He was feeling nostalgic today as he could remember Nelly listening to the prophets poetics with baited breath and always trying to decipher what they mean or the look in her eyes when she realized some portion of the vision had come true. He could stomach Morpheus' presence and she liked Tiresias but alas their loyalties were not to be... it must have been nostalgia guiding him as he accepted the request.

Penelope looked away from the curly haired Ajax in her lap shoving a bright yellow toy into his mouth as Antioch had told her of his reservations to allow Morpheus Korpanos to see her. He insisted his reservations were only as Morpheus was uncertain of the message he was delivering and as Antioch passed along it was 'vague and ominous'.

"Well, I am not Perturabo who only demands certainty." Penelope said before kissing the young Iron heir as she handed him to one of her handmaidens.

"His message sounds like it comes from a hermit oracle." Captain Antioch said.

"Pity then as I enjoy the old stories," Penelope smiled as she sat in her seat with learned authority, "I will see my son Antioch."

"Yes Legion Mother."

Tiresias twitched at unseen shadows in unreality as they were simply the immaterial tendrils of his genesire drawing far too close for comfort. The Lord of Iron looked at him with a loathsome look in his glowing eyes that flicked between a fiery orange to the icy blue that his eyes were in life. Perturabo was as deadly as any warp predator and perhaps even more so. His genesire simply gestured and so Tiresias began, "I am the prophet with the answers you seek," Perturabo frowns at that, "I see past and future running free... there is a world where I help her get home... but that's not a world I know."

"What?" Perturabo's voice was harsh as he did not like the oracle like delivery but Tiresias was tied to the warp and he remembers how Magnus explained that sometimes delivery would sometimes be roundabout.

"I see a song of past romance," Tiresias said louder and more confidently, "I see the sacrifice of man!" His voice swelled, "I see portrayals of betrayals," There was pain in his voice, "And a brother's final stand..."

"I see you on the brink of death," Morpheus says somberly, "I see you draw your final breath," he says as if in pain from what he sees or feels, "I see a man who gets to make it home alive," His conviction returns, "But it's no longer him."

Penelope sits there surrounded by her iron honor guard as there is concern on her face as she looks at Morpheus. She could see why Antioch was so displeased with Morpheus' revelations. Antioch clenched his jaw at the revelations made as it was his and his brother's duty to guard the Iron Mother, even more so now given what Lord Guilliman had told him about the Lord of Iron.

"I see your palace covered in red... Faces of men who long believed you dead..."

Tiresias voice was quiet and fearful for the next part of his vision would surely displease his genesire, "I see your wife with a man who is haunting," The room became painfully silent as he could see the immaterium condense into a point, it was as if Perturabo had pulled his entire demonic being back into this room and focused his entire being onto Tiresias, "A man with a trail of bodies..."

"Ẃ̸̠̞̆͑H̷̳̩̻͚̀͒͋O̷͇̾͂?"

Perturabo bellowed as the Lord of Iron was done with this game. His claws reached out into the aether and grabbed a part of his soul.

The twins screamed out in utter agony as they could feel their souls being pulled back from their form... they were being ripped open slowly. Antioch and the rest of the maternal guard sprang into action as he gathered Penelope into his arms and rushing her out of the room and away from the potentially unstable psyker; Tiresias could feel his twin and still chose to bear the brunt of what their genesire was doing. The warp began to bend like metal and crack like glass and yet as the Primarch pushed and from what his brain could interpret... it liquified around Perturabo. They could feel the burning of claws sinking into their souls and the burning pressure of his gaze on their souls and the writhed in agony. But, Perturabo finally got to what he was looking for and was assaulted with images that Tiresias had seen but was unable to directly say.

~A song of past romance...~ Violet eyes looked into his own icy blue eyes... Fulgrim in all of his depraved glory grinning at him as in two of his arms he cradled a broken body like a perversion of a lover as he drank the soul right out of the defiled thing... perverse pleasure and so much pain came from the writhing mutilated thing in his arms... Perturabo felt something sick gather in his chest as it looked like Curze had gotten a hold of it... gotten a hold of her as it she reached out to him with a broken, bloody, mutilated hand... all the while Fulgrim was slowly drinking her soul away leaving poisoned and acid filled kisses on ruined skin... that gloating look in those violet eyes as he ripped his eyes away to meet the thing's gaze in his brothers arms... it was Penelope.

The vision mercifully shifted... ~ the sacrifice of man... ~ Roboute stood in front of Penelope as she was holding Ajax in her arms, his brother looked so tired yet there was a hopefulness in his eyes. He could tell years dragged by in this vision and he watched how over this vision of twenty years how the Lady of Iron's heraldry was replaced... the yellows, blacks, and iron colors were slowly replaced piece by piece with gold, white, and blue... the Iron Warrior heraldry replaced with the omega. The sad look in her eyes as Perturabo glanced seeing Ajax shift from an infant to a man... her hair with streaks of grey as Roboute returned to the forefront and he watched his brother drag touches against her skin. Gestures becoming far too intimate as he cupped the side of her face and once more the warp around him became sharp and angry as he watched Robute trail kisses from her ear to her-

Perturabo felt rage. Perhaps a fraction of what he was told of the rage that Sanguinius carried. How dare Roboute touch his wife... his Penelope... his Nelly! How dare he raise his son! As his form churned the vision blurred... ~ portrayals of betrayals... ~ His anger became frozen as once more his gaze met the dull eyed gaze of the corpse of his wife. Her outfit stained red as she laid in a pool of blood. Perturabo looked up seeing Magnus looking down at Ajax in his arms as the cyclops' gaze returned to the body and there was a look of pity and sadness for a moment before he vanished in a whirl of magic.

Before he could finish processing it his icy blue eyes met forest green eyes... Lion's eyes... ~ and a brother's final stand. ~ He glowered at Perturabo as his sword was held to the side, blood dripping from the blade... and by the blade tip curled protectively around a bloody body... Distress crawled over the Primarch as not only in this vision his wife was dead but also his son... Despair and anger fills him as he watches a phantom version of himself charge the "eldest" Primarch...

"Morpheus!" Penelope cried out.

Perturabo exhaled once more hearing her voice, his eyes darting to the tether that linked the twin souls and as much as he could use it to appear to her to be there once again... Perturabo removed his claws from their souls. The Lord of Iron needed time to prepare... time to prepare a place for her... to prepare to bring his wife home. The twins collapsed as blood wept from their eyes and noses. Tiresias took the brunt on his soul gaining new mutations as his left hand was clawed and he could feel a mouth press against the body glove under his right arm. Morpheus was relatively unscathed minus his teeth all being sharp and the new eye on his right cheek... but those could be taken care of.

Captain Antioch walked over to the entrance of the Librarium as Brother Chaplain Achilles walked out, a sigh leaving the vox on the skull helm. "He continues to say disturbing things Brother Captain," He paused for a moment looking at the hard gaze that Antioch was giving him, "things about the Legion Mother's survival... things about Father. Antioch how much stock do you put into his vision?"

Antioch looked at the grim specter that was Chaplain Achilles, "Father is a monster now. As far as I am concerned we are all that is left of the legion."

Achilles hummed, "Lady Penelope is adamant that she spoke with Father. To a pitying degree..."

They were silent for a moment, "There are creatures that can mimic voices," He says knowing what to tell the Iron Mother in her inevitable desperate plea, "we must get her to safety."

"Agreed. She and Ajax must survive lest the morale of our brothers crumble." Achilles tone is firm as a decision has been made.

Castor watched the protective shielding peel back with a thunk as layer upon layer revealed more and more of the starlit void as they left the warp. Olympia floated in the distance... still a dead world thanks to the Primarch of the Dark Angels. But, he was not here to be sentimental about home no he was here for something else. Screens and images flickered to life as in the green light the Gloriana was brought into view. The Iron Amarantos draped in the heraldry of the Iron Warriors and in the unique heraldry to denote that it was the Iron Mother. For the veterans it was as if they were looking into a time capsule, for the Amarantos was a flower compared to the brutal ships they were use to... it was a piece of art.

Castor grinned at ship on his display as he felt as giddy as a Scout again. The memories of the Legion Mother were still clear in his mind as her warm smile was a balm... she was the heart and the hearth of the legion and he felt joy that she was still alive! The ship shifted to high alert as the Amarantos' defenses kicked in as their machine spirits were probing and starting their attacks to cripple them... already locking on to their position but they had the proper codes to feed to the ornery spirit and assuage its demands.

Father had demanded that confrontation was off the table... and rightfully so given there was around five thousand Iron Warriors aboard the vessel and countless security measures all handmade by Father to protect Mother. Castor had to approach this situation delicately but he could not deny the desire to see Mother dearly... to feel her warmth again... the feeling of her hand on his head... and the softness of her voice. He missed the warmth of the iron hearth and would not fail Father.

[spacespaceshooter-nooternooter]

Finding roleplay partners!!!!

I am a MINOR(16/17yr) ((August birthday)) been roleplaying since 2017 (?) 😮‍💨

I LOVEE typing alot (a few paragraphs!!) and use tone tags but you don't have to 🫶

🪷🫶 I pride myself in all my fandoms and being able to change!🫶🪷

I am fine🪷

with o.cxcannon! Or cannonxcannon or ocxoc

Any gender ships!

Self inserts x cannons!

Long term rp!(My favorite) Or Short term!

DND kind of rp<3

Group roleplays!

New plots/unfandom related!

Fandoms📚-

Pressure

Pokemon horizons<3

Percy Jackson

Ride the cyclops !

Hatchetfield trilogy!

Dandy's world!

Supernatural (series)

Homestuck!

Game of thrones!

Stardew valley!

SCP

Analog horrors!(Pet scope and etc! Even no through road!)

Horror games (dead plate,married in red, Juliane and friends,let's find Larry, finding Franky)

Warrior cats!

Wings of fire!

Epic!

Marvel! (And DC :3)

Predator!!(The movies)

Liodon!

Pokemon!

Mha!

Demon slayer!

Return of the pumpkin rabbit!(Analog horror)(Not scary I just like it)

MLP!

Etc!(Will be adding when I remeber them!)

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Roleplay plots I love-

Isekai(nerdy but it's SOOO good!!!)

Furry is fine!

Medieval is what I EAT up!

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Horror yummy!(Normalish horror or exetreme horror)

Angst!

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What I offer-

Tons of stories :3

A long term roleplay parnter and being able to alternate between fandoms!

A friend in and out of roleplay!

☺️👋 non-judgey friend!

Love to talk!

😭 PLEASE-

Would watch shows to be able to rp them!<3

Enjoys to just come up with ideas for roleplay plots instead of being focused on just my characters

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Dm me if your interested!!

Things I dislike 🥲-

I'm not picky or anything just please please be atleast kind or respectful.(Discord flashbacks)

[fjaskgf]

angel oc who had a name but might not have a name anymore it doesn't really matter

[tormentum-ab-intra]

shy... WIP of Eila being pretty (character's pronouns are he/him)

[evileyedoll]

Crimson Countenance

The ichor flows, and so do we, red essence runs again through the night with ease.

I wanted to just finish this before I lose interest in it… but I think like a lot of the spontaneous pieces it misses when it comes to composition. Normally I intentionally give the face or helmet the most detail to draw attention a specific way, which I didn't quite do here. I'll just consider it more practice for a future me.

[willotheimps]

HI. I'M STILL ALIVE

And just in time for pride month!!!

Here's some quick Morningstar appetizers, with his flags! He's trans and pansexual homoromantic, a mouthful!

I'm in a horrible rut so this all I can muster, I'm sorry!

I'm scrambling to finish my other ref sheets for artfight so this year I'll have fewer characters </3 but I'll be there

[dumb-about-legos]

An au where Mac and SWK adopt LBD.

Sun Guzi is the adopted child of Mac and SWK.

Random facts about them:

Mac and Wukong have another child, Sun Liu Yan

Guzi has control over the dead

Liu Yan (or Li Li as Guzi calls them) has six eyes, and can see into the past, present, and future, but cannot hear their visions

Mac found Guzi when she was 6 months old

Guzi struggles as a perfectionist and has OCD and bi-polar disorder

Liu Yan is easily overstimulated by too much color, and wears a blind fold or color adjusting glasses in public

The kids call Mac and Wukong Papa and Baba, respectively

They view MK as a younger brother when he comes into the picture (Guzi is 3 years older than him, and Liu Yan is 10 years older than him)

Liu Yan had a crush on Red Son for a while there

Liu Yan is pansexual and genderqueer and uses they/he/she pronouns

Guzi is lesbian and a demigirl and uses she/it pronouns

MK is gay and a demiboy and uses he/they pronouns

I just realized that MK and Guzi are kinda opposites, because MK struggles with ADHD and thus an inability to keep his living space neat (needless to say, Guzi could never visit his house)

Guzi is a clean-freak and would do a complete deep clean the FFM palace at random intervals

Guzi's name does not mean bamboo shoots (well, it does but not actually) it's supposed to be Wukong's surname and the mandarin translation for "bone child" (google translate sucks)

IDK that's all for today, I might come back to this at some point

[wickedfangharpg]

New demon boi, Halu! This design was gifted to me by a friend, though I came up with the outfit ^w^

Halu is a freelance mercenary, where his lack of oath or allegiance allows him the freedom to pick and choose his battles in order to take what he believes to be the side of the 'good guys' in any given scenario.

After discovering the true cause of his father's death - that he'd confessed to treasonous war crimes and had been executed - Halu has set on a mission to find out what really happened back then, to track down whomever had wronged his family so and bring justice upon them.

[aroweart]

Demon character ready to strike down his next opponent

Let me know what you think of this character 🤔

[fredericksocool]

LEMON DEMON BIRTHDAY!!!

it is now 22. *throws some oc designs inspired by lemon demon like bread crumb*

[quetzalotl]

Another sketch. His name is Kaito. What do you think?

-Axolotl

[mocha--draws]

Redesign Your Logo-Warriors OC AMV

Gift for @teenytonnie!!!

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