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Konrad courting gifts

You had made a mistake. A grave mistake.

It had started with the dead things. At first, it was small, a few rats, neatly skinned and placed right outside your doorstep. Then it escalated. A flayed corpse of a bird, then a mangled deer, then… you stopped checking after that.

At first, you thought it was a serial killer trying to intimidate you, but nothing else happened. No threats, no stalking, no strange figures lurking in the dark. Just… dead things, always left carefully, like some cat trying to make an offering.

It was getting ridiculous. You had to dispose of rotting bodies every day, and the smell was starting to seep into the wood of your porch. So you did what any reasonable person would do, you left a note.

"Please don’t leave anything anymore."

Simple. Clear. No room for misinterpretation. Or so you thought.

The next morning, you woke up groggy, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and opened your door, only to nearly drop dead from shock.

A man stood there.

A huge, horrifically pale, very stinky man. His hollow eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made your stomach twist. He was tall, far too tall, and wrapped in something that looked like a tattered cloak of stitched-together leather. His breath was slow, measured, his presence nearly suffocating in the dim morning light.

And in his massive, clawed hands, he held… a bouquet of flowers, crushed and soil still clinging to the roots.

You stared.

He stared back.

“We are getting married tomorrow.” His voice was deep, guttural, completely devoid of hesitation.

Your brain refused to process the sentence. “…What?”

“You accepted.”

Your throat ran dry. “I... what?”

He held up the flowers like it was obvious. “You accepted my courting gifts.”

Your stomach flipped. No. No, this was not happening. This was not real. Somewhere, something had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

“Those were not courting gifts,” you croaked, barely holding back the panic rising in your chest.

“They were.” His tone left no room for argument. “You accepted. We will be wed.”

You gaped at him, struggling for words. Every instinct screamed at you that arguing with this man - this thing - was a bad idea. He looked like he could snap you in half without effort. He also looked like he was dead, and yet, here he was, breathing (or maybe not, you weren’t sure anymore).

So instead, you tried a different approach. “Listen… uh… sir. Maybe we should talk about this first?”

“There is no need.” His eyes burned into you, unwavering. “Tomorrow. Sundown.”

You felt lightheaded. “Wha- where?”

He turned and gestured towards the forest, the same forest where you suspected he had been getting all his romantic gifts.

Panic set in. You had to get out of this. You had to-

“I will return for you then.”

And just like that, he was gone, vanishing into the mist, leaving you standing at your doorstep with a bouquet of probably poisonous flowers and the horrifying realization that you were engaged to a corpse-covered cryptid.

This was not how you planned your week.

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[🐾] Corgi! Roboute

I came home and started doing this because I couldn't stop thinking about it xd

Based on the post by @heretical-cogitations

Roboute is my favorite obviously, but I'm seriously thinking about drawing some other primarch, this seems too fun to draw.

✨💕

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People commenting on my writing

People commenting while absolutely feral

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SleepySlaaneshi on twitter made the cutest lil snekgrims and sent me one!! <33 I am so soso sooo SO happy.

Of course, I posed him with the Lion. Moments before disaster, surely.

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Konrad Curz commission! For @droidrambles

Beloved mad man, I've got to read more about him....

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And he would betray even that, and fall.

My best ship. Abby is loyal and worships Horus. But it is conditional. It is as long as you win.

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I heard a king once knelt for you.

Khayon. Abby come collect your boyfriend...

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Emperor Of Mankind

by Ilya Beliakov

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this couple amused me so much, the emperor's children are just puberty sores😭

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Blood Lion Smut snippet 2

FOR @meervalv0

Nudity had never bothered Ares. Nudity was natural, it was normal, but this was different. As he lay on the bed looking at the canopy, he could feel Leon’s long, thin fingers tracing his thighs. Ares took a slow breath, feeling hot breath against his skin “Ares?” Leon peeked up, tilting his head. His long silver hair flowed freely, hanging around him like a veil as he continued to gently rub his thigh “How are you feeling? We can stop.” He assured. 

“I’m fine.” Ares’ palms rested on his belly. His expectations weren’t high. He’d heard many speak on the sexual inability of wealthy men, but he loved Leon. He wouldn’t complain. Even if it was bad. There was anticipation growing in him, but he tried to settle himself. He took another soft breath before Leon nodded and slid back down. Ares felt Leon nudging his legs further apart, and he obliged, confused as he felt Leon’s breath on his cunt. What was he-

Every thought Ares has was suddenly ripped from his mind as he felt his husband’s tongue drag through the folds of his cunt. His breathing stuttered and he had to remind himself to keep his legs still. He felt Leon’s fingers stroke over his clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves before his mouth wrapped around it. Ares’ legs jerked in surprise but he stopped himself from crushing Leon “Oh!” He squeaked. 

Leon looked up, pulling away as a sly smile grew on his face “Did that feel good?” He asked. 

Ares blushed, swallowing as he nodded “Yes..” He propped himself on his elbows to look down, shuddering as Leon teased his fingers over his cunt, pulling back his fingers to show a trail of slick that he licked from them. 

“Tasty. I think I’m gonna have a little more now.” He said, and Ares groaned as his clit was once again taken between the soft lips of his new husband. He shuddered, and let out a high-pitched sound as Leon’s tongue traced just right over the head of the sensitive nub. He reached down and carefully grabbed Leon’s head, tugging him closer. 

Leon’s tail began to sway from side to side as he ate, only allowing a brief reprieve from the stimulation as he leaned down and lapped at his hole, lapping up the slowly gathering slick, a strange tingling racing up Ares’ thighs as Leon’s tongue slid inside, reaching an unnatural length as it circled around to drag every last bit of arousal from Ares. The giant lifted his hips with a whine, brow furrowing as his mouth parted and he gasped “Leon..” He groaned before Leon’s hair poofed up, his tail going from a slow steady sway to wagging as he became ravenous.

Ares was startled, yelping as Leon devoured him. He whined and shivered, groaning in pure pleasure as he squeezed his eyes shut. Something tightened in his belly, like a spring being wound. He lifted his hips before cumming heavily into the mouth of his husband who did not stop. 

Perhaps, his worries were for not.

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All primarchs are demi good like beings very much capable of protecting you and tall enough to absolutely wrap around you.

But in particular imagine how safe getting spooned by Rogal Dorn must feel. Mans entire shtick is protection and shielding.

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a doodle I forgot to poast, from when I read Fulgrim: The Palatine Phoenix and I was extremely amused when they mention that Ferrus taught Fulgrim about nuclear bombs back in Terra. So I drew them with a demon core lol

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@ihasnopen they are having their old terrain culture night, and this week is the shrek marathon

Back on my loken having to have snacks he has been banned so he doesn't fall asleep half an hour in. (I will die on this hill).

Also abaddon bakes and he is frustratingly good at it, it's a special treat.

Little horus takes the learning part of the culture night seriously..

Tarik is too locked in trying to braid to even pay attention.

(Ignore how sketchy this looks)

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Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.

I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.

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Fanfic so good you gotta stop and scroll on social media to not get overwhelmed