#musing. prospero

[alrikhart]

I know it's hard to see it now, but you will overcome this, and what's to come - and everything that comes after. For now, find comfort that you are not alone in this, you are not alone with what you're going through. I promise you are not alone.

[bravelittlescrib]

In some of the Horus Heresy books, particularly the newer ones, there are a lot of women in the Imperial Navy, administration etc. which is obviously an effort by the authors to correct the gender disparity among PoV characters (good job!), but now I’m wondering if in a society like Heresy-era Imperium of Man that gender skew might actually be realistic. Like, would Astartes recruiting impact the population? Even though there aren’t that many actual Astartes, we know that the process of making them kills a lot of potential Astartes, so more would have to be drafted than what would become the actual recruitment number. And for planets that are proud of their contribution to the Legions, would adolescent girls feel a similar pressure in their societies to serve the Imperium in similar ways, therefore ending up in command positions like the female officers from legion-affiliated planets in the books?

I crave statistics, James Workshop….

[cricket-sims]

Juliette's other grandparents though... gadamn ❤️‍🔥

[imfierylilac]

A few notes on why I arranged the characters this way:

Morella – a girl who literally died protecting someone, but no one protected her — at least not anyone from Annabel's team.

Pluto – I’m sure he has trauma rooted in toxic masculinity instilled by his father. His dad literally told him to "be a man," and Montresor mocked him for being a coward.

Will – Always the artist, never the muse — he always loves, but is never loved in return.

Lenore – even though she has everything now, she could lose it all in a blink.

Annabel – she’s perfect, a literal angel. But a completely powerless and miserable one, with no say over her own fate — in life or after death.

Ada – my girl might’ve been a bit clingy, but she fell in love genuinely and just wanted to be loved back.

Eulalie – she hoped to chase her dreams together with her friends, but they gave up on that without hesitation.

Prospero – in life, he rose from an ordinary Italian family to become a respected doctor. But his family turned their backs on him, and he grew afraid of physical touch. That’s why he’s always an angel — but never a god.

Ada – she loved Thomas when she was alive, but he never would’ve chosen her.

Duke – he believed in his luck and skill, but died because of his assistant’s betrayal.

Montresor – his mother called him a sinner, which is what he eventually became. But in their religious community, even the smallest misstep could be seen as sin. So maybe Monty was branded a "sinner" from the very beginning.

Berenice – I placed her here because we know so little about our girl, and I’m waiting for the day she finally takes center stage.

[bodhrancomedy]

My friend and I were discussing The Tempest at work and we were talking about Ariel’s big speech where he terrifies Prospero’s brother and Ferdinand’s father and how it might be difficult for an actor like me to pull that off.

“Unless of course,” I mused, “at this point Ariel just pulls a gun. Everything else is still historic, but Ariel. Just. Has a gun now.”

So now I’m wondering, if one (1) character in each Shakespeare play gets a gun, who is it?

(We did come to the conclusion that EVERYONE in Twelfth Night gets a gun except Orsino)

[druidwolf21]

hi, hi ! ♡ if it isn't too much trouble, i'd like to send in a request for sex in a library with ahriman x f!reader.

i adore your blog & writing so much. ;w; always looking forward to your fics. thank you !!

Hey Astro!

First of all, thank you thank you thank you I'm so glad you like my little stories 😩🥺♥️

Secondly it is absolutely no trouble at all, I am always happy to write your ideas! I was actually recently thinking of you and the Sevatarion I wrote for you, weighing up a part 2!

I hope you like this!!

A/N: the description of Ahriman are so all over the place so I went for the long hair version that everyone (including me) thirsts over, mainly the Amriagael art hope that's ok! As always not proof read

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Reading time

Ahzek Ahriman/f reader

Tw: sexual content, fingering, oral, slight rough handling.

A soft sigh left your lips as you sunk deeper into the plush velvet armchair, the smell of old books and melted wax filling your nose. You turned the page of the hefty tome in your hands and trawled your eyes across the pages, reading across the scrawled and faded ink in the yellowing pages before allowing your gaze to travel up.

Ahriman sat opposite you, one elbow perched on the small round table between you and his head resting gently on his palm. A weathered book sat between his slender fingers, the leather bound spine creaking as he turned another page. A lock of dark hair fell about his face and he brushed it back mindlessly, lost in whatever he was reading.

Pulling yourself away, you glanced around. The library was softly lit with the last evening rays of the Prospero sun creeping through the arched windows and the sounds of Tzica began to fade into the night. Huge ornate bookcases rose high towards the ceiling, row upon row of them staggered across the massive room holding pristine volumes and stacks of stained parchments. Small tables were intermittent between some of the cases, holding ink pots or dying candles that flickered as the serfs rushed past to finish their work.

Looking back at Ahriman, you jolted slightly as you found his bright blue eyes fixed on you. A small smile playing across his face, creasing the corners of his eyes and the blue liner around them.

"See something interesting?"

His voice was low and rich, amusement evident in his tone as you flushed.

"Oh uh, no lord Ahriman. I just didn't realize how long we'd been here" you tilted your head towards the servants finishing up dusting and resting the shelves.

You released breath as he finally turned from you to watch the last serf smothering the melting candles along the sparse tables.

"You may leave those, I will attend to them once I am done here"

The serf bowed low at the astartes before skittering towards a small side door nestled between mahogany cabinets and vanishing, allowing silence to fall over the library once again.

"You intend to stay, my lord?"

Ahriman sighed, snapping his book closed and placing it on the table. Linking his fingers together and propping his chin on them, he blinked at you in the dying light.

"I do, but do not feel obligated to stay with me."

You considered him for a moment, watching the smile stretch across his olive skin when you sighed, returning to your own reading.

"Now when have I ever given up a chance to work late, my lord"

Ahriman chuckled, continuing to stare at you for a moment before rising from his seat.

"I will be back in a moment, call me if you find anything"

Staying focused on the page, you listened to his steps as he strode off down the dimly lit corridor of books.

As his footsteps faded, you pulled yourself upright and mused, your book quickly forgotten. Ahriman had been kind to you since taking you as his personal aide. Months had flown by, each time he returned from battle he dragged you into the nearest archive to peruse the endless knowledge held by the legion. He was softer than you expected, calm and patient when pushing you to learn, praising you when you found new information for him and providing dusty memoirs and reports for you to lose yourself in as he buried himself in his own research.

Somewhere down the line, it has become more personal. No line was ever crossed and you berated yourself for even looking at the marine that way. But his hands were warm as they ghosted yours to show you a passage, and his breath was hot on your cheek when he bent low to see what you were reading, his lips so close-

You were wrenched from your thoughts by the soft flutter of paper. Pulling yourself from your reverie, you glanced down.

Something has slipped from the book. A small piece of paper? No it felt different to what you were used to, Soft and flexible like tanned hide or cloth you shifted it through your fingers and turned it over.

Across the material, in pitted and bleeding ink were markings and words beyond your recognition, jagged symbols and scripture you'd never seen before, in the middle sat a large barbed circle, arrows jutting from its centre.

"My lord! My lord Ahriman!"

You jumped from your seat, racing through the lengthening shadows as you tried to find the captain. You tore through the library, twisting and turning at each new set of shelves until, with a squeak you ran straight into him stepping out into the main walkway, getting a face full of white and turquoise robes

"My lord, here" you spluttered, reeling backwards and waving your findings up towards him.

Your breath caught in your throat for a moment as he bent to look, brushing his fingers over yours to tap your discovery.

"It slipped from a book, I don't recognize anything on it, is this what you're looking for?"

"Good girl, this is excellent"

Your stomach flipped as his words. His other hand landed on the crown of your head, petting you for a moment as he gently tugged the note from your grip.

"th-thank you, my lord"

His eyes traced over the slip, tiny in his hands. He frowned for a moment before looking down at you, beaming

"This is exactly what I was looking for, perfect"

His hand slid from your head to gently cup your jaw, tilting your head up towards him.

"Perfect" he repeated, his voice dropping to a low mutter.

You froze, watching him slip the note into his robes and reach out to cup your face. His thumb traced across your lip, pulling it down slightly, threatening to slip inside.

"You have always done so well" he murmured "Always so keen to learn, finding new information for me-"

The library was deathly silent, dark save for the last dying embers of a candle on a nearby table. Your breath came in short bursts, heart hammering in your chest as you staggered backwards, bumping the table spilling thick ink across the marbled floor and snuffing the flame.

"my lord- I uh, oh damn it, uh-"

Your muttering was halted as he stepped towards you. Closing the gap quickly, he lifted you suddenly, seating you on the table and balancing both hands flat either side of your hips. Bending, he came face to face with you, his breath warm against your skin as he hovered inches from your face.

"Don't you want to know more?" He whispered

A small voice in your head squeaked at the ink slowly seeping through your dress.

But all you could think about were Ahrimans lips against yours as he closed the distance, how they moved softly against you, how he tasted as he slowly pushed his tongue into your mouth.

You moaned, blood thundering in your ears as the sorcerer kissed you. Your body reacted without thinking, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers through his long hair, pulling him deeper.

"We shouldn't do this" you mumbled when you finally broke away. "It's improper"

"That's never stopped me before" his hands slowly slid up your dress, tugging it off over your head leaving you naked to the chill air.

"It's wrong"

He ignored you as he jerked his own robes off, revealing a muscular torso, scarred with old wounds and interface ports. Your eyes followed the dusting of soft dark hair from his navel and down to the waistline of his trousers.

"Is it? Do you think I haven't seen how you look at me?"

Ahriman mouthed at your breast, rolling the nipple along his tongue, his fingers dancing softly along your legs and gently prying them open.

"I will stop, just tell me you don't want this." His mouth trailed lower as he knelt between your legs.

Visions flashed rapidly through your mind: the marine behind you pressed against your body as you writhed bent over a table, arcane books tossed aside in a hurry. Ahzek pressing your face into a pillow as you screamed his name.

"Tell me you don't want me"

The images disappeared when his tongue dragged across your cunt, a lazy hot strip that arched your back and stole your breath. Ahriman chuckled, lapping his tongue against your clit before placing his mouth against your heat.

You bit your lip, whimpering with each lazy flick against you. He lathed through your slick, grunting when he felt you grind against his face.

Ahriman smirked as your legs shook and your hands tangled in his hair pulling him against you shamelessly. Clamping his lips over your wet core, he sucked and licked, dragging you over the edge.

"Ahriman, fuck aahh~" your body convulsed as you came, shivers wracking your body and frying your nerves. A whine escaped you when Ahzek didn't stop, continuing to devour you even as you quaked.

"Please it's too much-"

You sagged when he finally pulled away, your slick coating his chin in a sheen before he wiped it away with the back of his hand. He rose back to his full height, leaning over you as you lay on the table panting. Settling between your twitching legs, you gasped as he slowly pressed his hips against you, rubbing his still clothed cock against your twitching cunt, the material rough and damp.

"Look at you" he breathed. "Just perfect" warm lips found your throat, nibbling and kissing the skin.

Ahriman's finger brushed against your hole, slowly sliding in. You winced at the intrusion, resisting at first until you felt a presence in your mind. Azhek's voice echoed in your thoughts whilst his teeth caught the tender flesh underneath your jaw.

"Just relax, there's more to come"

Dazed, you allowed the voice to whisper sweet words to you as his mouth trailed to your cheek. His finger slid up to the knuckle and his palm hit your clit with a wet slap. He curled the digit, petting your walls until he felt your body jerk as he found the right spot. Your cry was swallowed as he captured your lips with his.

"There we are"

"mmmmmm~"

Suddenly he withdrew, wretching himself away from your embrace, You whimpered and reached up for him. Staring at you with dark eyes, he fumbled with his trousers, pulling himself free from the linen.

"Let me have you" he cooed, laying his dick against your stomach, the length hitting up to your belly button and the pink tip already dripping precum. He dragged himself through your wet folds, coating himself before pressing in.

The size made your eyes bulge, the air leaving your body as you heaved, trying to relax around his girth. The stretch made your eyes water and tears threatened to drop. The marine kissed them away as he pushed deeper, burying himself in your heat with a low growl.

"Just breathe, you can take it"

The table creaked as Ahriman thrust into you. With short shallow ruts, the pain from the stretch building into full pleasure. Gradually he became faster, muscled hips smacking against yours he struggled to maintain control.

"ssss- deee-eeee-eep" you slurred, his cock dragging along your walls, curling your toes as the tip slid against your g spot.

"Shit" Ahzek hissed, grazing his teeth against the top of your breast, the mark joining the ones along your thighs and the bruises slowly budding under his iron grip in your hips.

"everyone will know just how much you belong to me" the voice whispered

The world suddenly tilted. Lifting you against his chest, ahzek bounced you on his cock, hands gripping the plush of your ass as he slid you down onto him, His hips jerked up to meet you with heavy thrusts.

"Throne, you were made for me. Pretty little head and a pretty little cunt"

"Yes, yes my lord, all yours, I'm all yours" you wailed back, clinging to him desperately.

With a rumbling snarl, he lost control. Slamming you backwards into the book case, ledgers and treatises fell to ground with an echoing thud, parchment fluttering around you. One of his hands left your body, gripping to a shelf near your head. You could hear the wood splinter and shatter beneath his grasp as he used the bookcase to keep you in place as he ruined you

Wrapping your legs round him as much as you could, you clawed at his arms, tears flowing down your cheeks as he fucked you. Wood chaffed into your back, scratching your skin as he held you up and used you. Biting into his bronze skin you choked a sob as you came again, clenching around him as he drove into you.

"Fuck-"

Feeling your walls tightening around him, Ahriman's hips jerked. You felt him twitch inside you and his chest rumbled as he groaned, spilling deep inside you. Ahriman pressed his face into your shoulder and your muscles tensed, feeling ropes of cum fill you and leak out around him.

Still clinging to your lord and squashed between his mass of muscle and the wooden shelf, you dropped your head back and sighed, rolling your shoulder and already feeling stiffness setting in.

"Are you alright? I wasn't too rough?"

Lifting your head back up, you looked at the sorcerer with a tired smile.

"Not at all, my lord"

"You can call me Ahzek. I feel we have moved past formalities" He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

You cupped his cheek, opening your mouth to answer when Ahzek pulled away suddenly, his cock still deep inside you as his head jerked up.

"What-"

You heard it too, the small squeak of a door and faint, tiny steps.

"My lord?" Came a small voice; the serf from earlier.

"Forgive me, my lord. I heard a noise and came to see if all was well"

"Yes" the astartes replied, voice strained but level. "I mearly dropped a book"

His vivid blue eyes returned to you. Almost shimmering in the dark, he locked you in a heated gaze, your breath hitched as you felt his cock twitch back to life inside you.

"I said i'd sort it out when I was done.... I'm not quite finished yet."

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[insanityclause]

As the third of Jamie Lloyd's three-in-a-row Shakespeare adaptations, Much Ado About Nothing is as bright and engaging as the other two were ill-judged and boring.

The radical revisionist's take on Romeo & Juliet brought in young audiences thanks to the casting of Spider-Man star Tom Holland. But it was devoid of scenery and passion, and in its stark black-and-whiteness with sudden splashes of blood red it was derivative of the director's stunning Sunset Boulevard minus that show's dramatic heft.

Then came The Tempest, which, some comic business aside, was even bleaker and more barren, and featured Sigourney Weaver as Prospero in a performance that felt phoned-in.

Like his other Shakespeares, Lloyd's version of Much Ado About Nothing doesn't have much in the way of scenery - just a table and chairs and a giant red heart, the walls and wings of the Theatre Royal Drury Lane's stage laid bare.

There are no costume changes either, unless you count Tom Hiddleston ripping open his shirt to reveal abs of steel.

What the director's third bash at The Bard does have is Hiddleston's magnificent flair for comic timing as Benedict, a solider back from battle, and Hayley Atwell's cleverly conflicted turn as Beatrice, who is engaged in her own war with Benedict.

In this gloriously giddy take, the alliterative pair are sparring partners who insist on bitching and bickering when it's clear they are made for each other.

Meanwhile, everyone around them is meddling in the forthcoming nuptials between lovesick Hero and her suitor Claudio, while bumbling constable Dogberry is nowhere to be seen; he's been completely cut in a streamlined two-hour show that only flags a little when things take a dark turn at the start of act two.

Dance classics from the 90s are pumped into the auditorium before it starts. Pink confetti is all over the stage and rains down from the rafters. Benedict and his bros come on to Fight For Your Right To Party in an hilarious bit of dad dancing.

There's a masked ball with giant animal heads that could have been borrowed from The Masked Singer's prop room. Mason Alexander Park's Margaret belts out a song or two.

It's like a hen party, stag night, wedding and reception all rolled into one, and it's an absolute blast. Everyone in the cast is having a ball, with Hiddleston and Atwell as energised leaders of the pack. He's a peacock milking the audience for applause as he spoofs his heartthrob image, she's a spitfire with a supreme skill at making Shakespeare's words sound thoroughly modern.

What emerges is an amusing musing on their reluctance to give in to love, in an absolutely fabulous night at the theatre where everyone is encouraged to get up and dance at the end. Purists will probably hate it, but I loved it. 

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[minweber]

Musings on Custodes: The Missing Power

Recently saw a cool as fuck sculpt for a Custodes sort-of psyker, which once again got me thinking about the narrative tension that their lack of psychic abilities, in my opinion, creates.

Basically, it's pretty directly and unambiguously stated in lore that there are no Custodes with psychic abilities (unlike it ever was for the female members, btw). I am pretty sure that there is a source out there that even directly pins it on the Emperor's design for them. And it's not that hard to see the meta reasons for that, both in terms of the game and the setting. Factions need unique identities to be appealing, and despite all the jokes on the matter, I can appreciate the struggle that GW design teams face in giving it to an ever increasing variety of Space Marines. At some point you just have to begin rationing Cool Traits, lest everything morphs into a homogenous pool of generalized power fantasies.

I will fully confess to not knowing if the "no Custodes psykers" rule was as thoroughly set in stone prior to their release as a playable army, but even if it wasn't - their current status just had to be set the moment they arrived to the table. Having to ask the Grey Knights to scoot over on their "The Elite Space Marines" seat simply couldn't be done without sacrificing something, I imagine. Swapping the silver for gold was not gonna cut it - some drastic line needed to be drawn between the two factions. And with the following buildup of Custodes lore that separation was engrained deeper, the lack of Custodes psykers now playing directly into ton of their stuff: from their famous events like the burning of Prospero, through their bond and relationship with the Sisters of Silence, to their role as the last diligent adherents of the Emperor's hyper-materilaisitic worldview.

So it all makes sense, right? Having no psykers is now their thing, it nicely balances them out narratively with some other factions, and is deeply tied into the key identity pillars of the faction. It makes so much sense, in fact, that the smart choice is probably to ignore my following ramblings and leave this part of the lore as it is.

But. An obvious thing that makes me pace frustrated mental circles around the issue, spurred on by both my oft-expessed belief that most Custodes lore is yet to be written, and simply the selfish desire to have more toys to play with - is that Custodes are built around and deeply tied into the Emperor's identity. And he was, kind of famously, a huge ass psyker.

So what does it mean for a faction built around a single dude to such an extent - to have such a huge chunk of this dude's identity simply omitted? Being a psyker is supposed to be a huge thing in warhammer. The depth of access to these abilities in a species supposedly hugely influences their culture and worldview; what little moments of the Emperor as an actual character we get often seem to go hand in hand with his usage and mastery of these abilities; the hints and questions about the extent of his psychic foresight form the base for most of the ongoing fundamental plot threads of the entire setting. Which is all to say - with the amount of lore currently existing in 40k, the lack of psychic abilities in the Emeperor's supposed flesh and blood faction just begs to take on some kind of a meaning beyond them not being able to fling lightning bolts.

So, the question is - should some future expansion of Custodes lore come with some sort of development or a retcon that would enable their access to psychic abilities (or an equivalent)?

Both answers have merit, in my opinion.

The smart one, as I mentioned above, likely is "No". It's one of the core pillars of the faction's identity both in narrative and gameplay, it's thoroughly interwoven with other aspects of their design, and it should probably be left alone. That is the answer I can be absolutely content with - provided it's elaborated on. Currently there are bits of lore here and there that explain this as a measure put in place by the Emperor to make them more resistant to warp-based corruption and threats, but personally I find it not very interesting, unconvincing and basically a placeholder. So much more fun can be had by approaching this subject with questions like: Did he really make them this way intentionally? Or was his own power something that he simply couldn't replicate with his genetic alchemies? Would that imply his lack of knowledge of his own nature? And if it was all intentional after all, was it truly so utilitarian as an increased resistance to the threats he expected to face with them by his side? Or was it yet another expression of his inability to truly trust others - stripping out this power in the beings that he could mold on such a fundamental level? Would that mean that ultimately even they were not in his full confidence? Would it be that no matter how much control he could exert over the creation of something, no matter how detached and alien to human nature he could make his creations in order to shape them into true companions for himself, that would never be possible? And what would it ultimately mean for his character and role within the setting?

But what if "Yes"? What shape or form such could such an update take? Well, this, like all such questions, would be a matter of personal preference... So here is mine.

One interesting, and pretty soft retcon-wise, way to go about it I already touched on in another one of these posts. Basically - tie it in with the whole Eyes of the Emperors thing and make it an ability that Custodes get later in their lifecycles - so much so that, until recently, there were none who got that far. For a faction so centered around the dogged preservation of the past and the belief that they alone know everything, revealing an extremely fundamental thing that they did not know about themselves could be a cool way to open up the questions about their future.

Alternatively, one could go with, essentially, the way that the artist of that sculpt from the beginning (Vabiobiav - check them out, their Custodes stuff is rad) rationalizes it: Custodes don't get actual psychic powers but something... different. That would actually tie in pretty nicely with the latest lore developments! Because while it was pretty thoroughly hinted many times that through humanity's belief in him the Emperor is now acting upon the world in the same ways that Chaos Gods do, having his very own demons (LoD/Sanguinor), demon-princes (Celestine), and chosen (many an Imperial character) - it also was brought up in recent lore that his power seems to be manifesting in ways that actually break the rules for the warp-based entities (The Girl of the Dark Imperium fame or the Plague Wars/Pariah Nexus mentions of Sororitas' resistance to things that "classic" god-powers shouldn't be able to protect them from). Access to these new and weird abilities could actually be technological in nature (somehow tapping into the power of the Golden Throne itself, like Vabiobiav suggest) or exist via the strange supernatural connection that Custodes have been shown to have with the Emperor.

In summary: lots of ways to go about it - and I would really, really love to see at least one of them actually taken.

[nevermorgue]

Nevermore Hollywood AU

2004, Los Angeles. William is from Delaware, but has lived in LA for a while. He’s actually a very well known model.

Well, sort of. He tried to do modeling, but he was never called back. He was considered too plain looking, not really all that eye capturing. His best friend, Ada, jokingly suggests to crossdress and then try a casting call.

It worked. It worked too well, really. Now Will is a cross dressing model who is actually doing well for himself. It’s hard work, but he doesn’t mind having to create a persona to keep his job. He’s good at becoming what others want to see, and he always has been.

His stage name is definitely something ‘elegant’ that Ada picked out like Wilhelmina.

Prospero is a fashion designer who has been struggling to land any good designs into the hands of buyers. He’s been lacking muse, lacking the creative drive that he needs to really come up with something good. He ends up going to a runway event and seeing Wilhelmina, and something about ‘her’ intrigues him. Her eyes are a unique grey, and something about her felt more human than the other women that were posing and playing a part.

And so, he ends up being inspired and coming up with a fantastic dress that gets picked up by a company.

He meets Will out of his persona at a cafe one day and immediately recognizes the eyes. Without hesitating, he asks Will to become his assistant. Prospero is far too intrigued; he has never seen a performer pretend even when off stage and off work. Every single thing Will does seems to be practiced somehow; and he is desperate to pick it all apart. It’s the medical student in him, even though he dropped out…

So now Will is a model pretending to be a woman named Wilhelmina, as well as Prospero’s weird intern assistant thing on the side.

Prospero knows that Will and Wilhelmina are one in the same, and that’s part of the reason why he’s doing this. He knew from the moment he saw Will on stage that he wanted to make clothes specifically for him. But not as a woman- he has far more potential as himself.

So it’s a slow burn thing with Prospero slowly managing to convince Will to become more comfortable with himself without needing to pretend to be this woman he made up. Helping him realize that he’s worth something, and even if nobody saw that, it didn’t matter as long as he himself did. And it’s an added bonus that he’s worth something to Prospero too.

+ other characters are around too I’ll get around to that in another post I just needed Willspero -

[uselessdevice]

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Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life.

MAIN: The Capitol's top Oddsmaker, Ghast's passion for the Hunger Games doesn't lie in trinkets like his younger brother, but in taking and placing bets on tributes. The only thing they've ever really agreed on is the Victory Club, where Ghast can personally congratulate any victor that earned him a wave of cash- and get a good sense of what to look for in future winners.

@sinruby

[tcddyw]

[ ben hardy, nonbinary, he/they, foolish one, muse b; let me entertain you, muse a; green, muse e ] – is that THEODORE WARREN i spotted in new york city? rumour has it they’re THIRTY-TWO, born on AUGUST 13TH, and have been in the city THEIR WHOLE LIFE! i think i’ve seen them around MANHATTAN and working as an INFLUENCER/MUSICIAN! they’re really known for AN ITCH YOU CAN NEVER QUITE SCRATCH, WORN DRUMSTICKS NEVER KEPT OUT OF REACH, & ICARUS REACHING FOR THE SUN, but that’s for you to judge. i hope they like the city!

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

──── 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. theodore alexander warren 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒. teddy , theo 𝐀𝐆𝐄. 32 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘. august 13th 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂. leo ☀ · aquarius ☾ · taurus ↾ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. nonbinary 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒. he/him & they/them 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. homosexual panromantic 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏. ambiamorous

──── 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌. ben hardy 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. green 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. blond 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄. varies in length 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 5’10” 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂(𝐒). hands are blistered and often scarred from how often they play drums; likewise, they have significant trouble sitting still and is often tapping their feet or knuckles against surfaces around them 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. depends on the day | almost always high end fashion pieces 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. traditional lobe piercings 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒. vitruvian drummer , left ribcage ; as above so below , inner left bicep ; right half of a compass rose (victoria has the other half) , right hip ; lion's nose & mouth , inner right bicep

──── 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺 .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. william alexander warren ii & elizabeth rose warren 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. william alexander warren iii ( oldest brother ) ; ______ warren ( older sibling ) ; madeline warren ( older sister ) ; victoria elizabeth warren ( twin sibling; older by 11 minutes ) 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍. not applicable, though they have a female beagle named brimi that they treat like a child 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). matt moretti 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). to be determined 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. to be determined

──── 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. blair waldorf. gossip girl ( 2007 ) ; david rose. schitt's creek ; prospero "perry" usher. the fall of the house of usher ; roger taylor. bohemian rhapsody ( 2018 ) 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆. 7 rings by ariana grande 𝐏𝐎𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. smart, creative, considerate, fun, voguish, trustworthy, meticulous, unflinching, assured, passionate, talented 𝐍𝐄𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. spoiled, judgmental, hedonistic, excessive, arrogant, uninhibited, evasive, gossipy, impetuous, melodramatic, tenacious 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄. grand gestures 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. chaotic good

[catachan-jungle-fighter]

Death Quotes of The Mad Wolves and Muses Pt.2

Bert the 'Squat': "REMEMBER THE FALLEN HOLD!"

Nox Geist: "Wake...me up when...we aren't on this planet anymore..."

Talak/Fralak: "WE HAVE NO FEAR!"

Foreman: "Thank the Emperor I had enough painkillers on me..."

Black Fang: "A Life of struggle... born of my form...I Regret NOTHING!" (Beastman Auxiliary of the Mad Wolves, quite against the Imperial Laws)

Tolo: "My Shield lies broken...my body shattered... a Duty Discharged..."

Crawler: "Feet First into the Grave!"

Mama Bear: "A Flaming Star... a Worthy Grave..."

Hirex: "COME, FACE ME! I AM HIREX, I SHALL NOT DIE ON MY KNEES!"

Tivius: "Ş̵̢͕̰͂̿̀̾y̷̧͖̱̎͆͗̈́͝s̴̬͌ţ̶̩̝̗͎̲͚̟̰̊̊̿̈́̋̄̄e̵̹̼̅͘m̶̟͓͔̕ş̵͍͙͉̱̂ͅ ̴̥̠̈́̑ḑ̶̹̙̯̠͇͎͌̈́̏͆̄̌̊̇̋a̸̛̛̗̩̝̮̳̘̙͌̍͗̍́͐̎ṃ̷̾a̶͂̔͜ǵ̷͇̙̓͂̀e̴̲͋̽͛̂̋͒̀ḏ̷̮̜̹̪̹̮͔͗̎̆̊͂̏̕,̴̥̤̭̺̼̼͍̯̈͌̊͂͌͘̚ ̵̭̜͈͇͈͈̭͚̌͐͐Ŕ̶̢̬̠̯̰̦̇̐̌̔e̸̗̻̤͍͑̃ṫ̵̃͛̽͑͂͘ͅr̵̰̺̝̰͓̬̟͊̊̿͐́̓̈́͘͠ͅĕ̷̗̹̓ͅa̴̞͚͚̮͝ͅt̷̯͔̱̫̙̺̆̎͠ͅ ̴̧̢͈͙͎͈̮̹̭̔̋S̶̙̙̀̆́̈̈́͒͐t̸̢̛̗̟͍̟̗̯̣̭̒̅̄ú̷̦̥̭̘̟̄̈́͝ͅd̴̨̹͊̀͂͐̋͝e̵̗͊̈̒n̵̡̛̬͒̉t̴̛̗͊̂̌̌͊̏̃͝s̴̢̛͉̪̹̹͙͍̈́͗́.̷̡̓͛͋͑̈́͑͐̐̈́.̸̨̛͔̥̣͇͛̒̑̇.̷̭̒̑̑͋̀͘͝͝

Rivius: "The Flesh has ceased... My Steel is failing..."

Vasilyeva: "ONWARDS, FOR THE PACK!"

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Ferritus: "I Shall Not Rot... Let my Grave be a roaring Flame."

Kosta: "FOR RYLANOR AND TARVITZ, THOSE WHO STOOD TRUE!"

Tyvonis: "I...wish...I... could...have...seen...Prospero's...Skies once again..."

Zevrice: "Praise Him on Terra, A Final Mockery to you Lorgar... The only Son who never praised a God speaking it now..."

Daevos: "Do you wish for me to scream or cry? I am a Son of Iron, a Child of Damned Olypmia, I shall not give you the pleasure."

Sofona: "Sister...The Nails have ceased biting... can we...see Father and Mother?"

Javok: "AVE DOMINUS NOX, I RULE THE NIGHT!"

Habriel: "Will this...be my last Return?"

[brutql]

PROSPERO/SPARROW'S MULTIMUSE, FEAT. CANON & ORIGINAL CHARACTERS FROM A VARIETY OF SOURCES. 21+ ONLY.

EXPLORING : cowardice, the wolf in sheep's clothing, love and fear, hero worship and false idols, the snake in the grass, children and monsters, the illusion of control, wanderlust, power and corruption, the brutality known as human nature, a dog eat dog world, silver spoons and bloodied mouths, prayer.

             muse list under the cut.

the boys.

Madelyn  Stillwell,  primary.  ⸻  headcanon  based. Ashley  Barrett,  primary.  ⸻  canon  divergent.  Ryan  Butcher,  secondary.  ⸻  headcanon  based  /  canon  divergent.  Hughie  Campbell,  test.  ⸻  headcanon  based.  Daniel  Johnson  “HELLHOUND”,  secondary  ⸻  original  character.  Sydney  “Syd”  Barrett,  secondary.  ⸻  based  in  the  boy's  universe. Lenny  Busker,  secondary.  ⸻ based in the boy's universe.

baldur's  gate  iii.

Karlach  Cliffgate,  primary.  ⸻  headcanon  based. Harleep,  tertiary.  ⸻  headcanon  based. Mizora,  tertiary.  ⸻  headcanon  based. Lae'zel,  secondary.  ⸻  headcanon  based.

succession .

Gerri Kellman,  primary.  ⸻  headcanon  based. Tabitha Hayes - Roy ,  tertiary.  ⸻  headcanon  based. Conner Roy,  secondary.  ⸻  headcanon  based. Lukas Matsson,  request only.  ⸻  headcanon  based. Rava Roy,  request only.  ⸻  headcanon  based.

other.

Betelguese,  beetlejuice ,  tertiary.   ⸻  headcanon  based. Otto  Octavius,  marvel,  tertiary.  ⸻   headcanon  based. Cassandra Nova, marvel,  test.  ⸻  headcanon  based  /  canon  divergent.  Abaddon,  test.  ⸻  headcanon  based  /  canon  divergent.  Billie  the  Reaper,  spn,  tertiary.  ⸻  headcanon  based. Shadow Moon,  amgods,  tertiary.  ⸻  headcanon  based.

[ask-the-crimson-king]

Magnus & Musings

Greetings to you all. You may call me the Mysterious Hermit, and I am the human behind the blog. I think I've procrastinated long enough on making a proper pinned post, so allow me to do so now.

If you follow this account, know you will see more than just rp threads. You will most likely see artwork and writing, the occasional lore post, or just some banter. I am a mostly-rp account. Not every post is or will be in character.

The contents of this post will be as follows: > RP Expectations/Rules >My Portrayal of Magnus the Red >Side Muses Bios

RP Expectations/Rules What I do not rp/answer to:

I do not do NSFW rp of any kind, nor do I entertain NSFW asks of any kind.

I prefer mostly-serious threads. I do not mind the occasional banter, but PLEASE do not come spamming old TTS memes/recycled grimdank memes in my ask box.

What I would like as a thread/expectations you should have when starting a thread with me:

I do not mind doing crossovers! If I am not familiar with the original property/your OCs backstory/etc., I may ask about it.

I am willing to do threads during the Crusade/Heresy and the modern 40k era. If you do not specify which you would like, I'll most likely assume 40k.

I am sometimes very, very slow to respond. Please be patient, or hit me up if it's been a while and you want to continue a thread I might've dropped.

I try to match length in responses as best I can, but please do not feel pressured to do the same. All that I ask is multi-para replies do not get one singular sentence.

The Portrayal of Magnus the Red:

I try to stay as close to canon as I can, though occasionally I may deviate. I enjoy playing him as a complicated "road to hell paved with good intentions" kind of character, with all the hallmarks of his famous arrogance and gigantamax-brain-ness on display.

In the modern day, I have him currently focusing on his New Kingdom project, where he is trying to terramorph Prospero so that it is decently inhabitable again while training the human psykers who are being drawn to Sortiarius in droves. Instead of Prospero being a gunshop, I am instead running it as the future home of the human population, while Sortiarius stays for the Legion. There will still be industry on Prospero's surface, but to a lesser extent than to what has been described, since I just find it way more interesting.

Side Muses:

Kazakh, Daemon of Tzeentch

Kazakh is a small, brightly-colored daemonic bird who has been given the order of keeping an eye on Magnus. He generally acts as his small daemonic messenger and sometimes emotional support daemon if the time requires. He has a penchant for hoarding shiny objects within the fluff of his chest, and usually takes shiny things as payment for being a messenger or to get him to screw off. Though sometimes in response to the latter, he'll show off his very shiny knives. He has once tried to cut Fulgrim himself for not coughing up a shiny bauble for him.

Zikar-Sin, Master of Possession

Zikar-Sin is a former Thousand Son returning to the Legion for the first time in millennia. He still considers himself a Word Bearer, having been attached to a Host for these past few thousand years, but is happy to be returning to his parent Legion. His role in the creation of the New Kingdom has largely involved him aiding in the reconstruction of a viable biosphere, or helping to integrate the inbound humans to the teachings of the Legion. His sorcerous mastery mostly lies within diabolism, but he was an Athaenean in the ages long since past, and his telekinetic mastery has also improved. He can also be found accompanied by his tutelary, Sepa, who joins him in the form of small twin screamers.

[neuroncryptid]

Musings of the Uncrowned

How long had it been? Years? Months? Days? It had all been a blur: the time between the loss of his planet, his home, his birthplace and the siege. The hatred that burned from inside his scarlet armor had made it all the more palatable, necessary in his estimations. What good is empire, he thought, if it turns it back on those it calls most enlightened? It was childish, a simplistic response to the stimuli of loss. It was beneath him even, but it provided just the right justification to join the warmaster and act. He was not content to be like his brothers. Many of them were so lost to grief. Even now as he walked the halls of his personal vessel, The Cartographer's Vow, he knew that there were countless who would remain broken by Prospero.  Prospero, oh dear Prospero. Its mention once brought with it ideals of progress, of something greater but now it was reduced to merely being another synonym for tragedy. Perhaps that was all of their fate now.

Link to the full:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57424483/chapters/146090998

Sooooo, I've returned from whatever slumber I found myself in but I come with a gift of sorts. Maybe.

As many of you know I'm a big fan of the Thousand Sons and I thought I might try my hand at creating something to add to the endless piles of 40k fan works. I hope you guys enjoy it. But of course most importantly I'm just looking for anything to help keep my writing abilities from rusting - seeing as the semester starts up soon.

[tallbluelady]

✿: Which one act in your muse’s past are they most ashamed of? Which one act in their past are they most proud of? For Miranda :3c

Honestly, Miranda is ashamed that Zurvan was captured by the Allagans and then taken to Azyz Lla. Like, I don't know why exactly she feels so responsible for it yet, but it is one of the driving forces that lead her to Allag.

Though she wouldn't admit it, the thing that gave her the most pride during her time in Allag was impressing Prospero with her quick drafting skills.

Thanks for the ask!