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All that glitters is not gold (Where do you think all this gold came from?)

(Pt. 1 || Pt. 2)

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Genestealer Magus Art by Gray-Skull --- My DeviantArt My Boosty (for my NSFW works)

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memento mori

(unfiltered version under cut)

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Sister Of Silence

by jjoail

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Mersadie/Loken, fluff? 🥺

Yes!

Mersadie was not quite sure what to make of the first gift. A single spent bullet casing. It rolled around her open palm, gleaming dull gold. Loken enthusiastically pointed out a symbol messily etched into the side of the casing - a crescent new moon.

"The sniper must have been watching me for days," he said. There was a note almost of admiration in his voice. "Waiting to line up their mark. It pinged off my helm here."

He tapped his brow above the right eye, exactly where the crescent moon was proudly branded on his helm.

"I tracked down the casing after the fight was over. It was a good shot. Almost a shame it was wasted."

Mersadie had stared at him, unsure if he was joking. She accepted the odd gift with thanks. It sat upright on the little desk in her quarters.

The second gift was a slim, silvered dagger. It was far too small for his hands, Loken explained, but it was splendidly well balanced. She nodded and thanked him. Privately, she thought to herself that she was not the sort to wear a dagger strapped to her thigh. Or indeed anywhere on her person.

The third gift was an empty tin which previously contained armour oil. He earnestly told her that it had served him well, and wondered if it would be suitable to store her trinkets. The bullet casing, for example.

The following day she asked Sindermann what he made of all this.

"He doesn't... like me, does he? Astartes don't do that?"

Kyril had patted her arm, and said he would speak to Loken.

The fourth gift came later, after a long compliance action. When she attended his armouring chamber to interview him, he was uncharacteristically quiet. He shyly produced a small tin from his belongings.

The breath caught in her throat when he opened it and passed it to her. Carefully nestled inside was a delicate, sunshine yellow flower.

"It made me think of you."

"Oh," Mersadie said. Her heart seemed to swell. "It's beautiful."

"Yes." He looked for a second like he wanted to say something else, but glanced down at his hands instead.

"Thank you," she said softly. She bit her lip. "But... Loken, I have to ask. Do you know why you brought me this? And the others?"

He seemed to think hard, knitting his fingers together, before meeting her eyes. He smiled, just a little. The nervousness on his face unbalanced her.

"I think I like to make you smile," he admitted.

That was the best gift yet.

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Some nemessor Zahndrekh and Obyron brainworms

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Penis blast 👌🤙

We also love and cherish insufferable divorced husbands too

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Hello! For the one-shot-prompt-thing: Lion/Sang/Rob with nb or genderfluid Sang (maybe also Sangs body changing) and just some fluff with them. (I absolutly love the fic with nb Sang and maybe kind of want a sequel)

Lil one-shot sequel scene!

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When Sanguinius entered the bathing chamber he did not descend into the pool. Instead he stood at the edge, dipping only a toe into the warm water. He was barefoot, clad in only his silken robes.

"Join us," Roboute called to him. He and the Lion were submerged to the waist, each sipping from a goblet of amber wine. If there was tension between them - and that if was amusing, Sanguinius thought - it had at least been thawed somewhat by the bathing pool. That, and their newfound intimacy.

He hesitated. In the days since his confession to Roboute, he had gained the confidence to share it with the Lion also. His reaction was surprising. He had taken the information so in stride that at first, Sanguinius had half-thought he had entirely misheard him.

When questioned, he simply stated "I've never really thought of you as a man."

Sanguinius raised an eyebrow.

"No, no," the Lion said, frowning at his clumsy tongue. "Not in that way. I meant that I felt the label 'man' didn't have any need to apply to you. Or 'woman', for that matter. You've always been something else. Something above that."

"An angel?" Sanguinius asked wryly.

The Lion sighed. "More like our Father. He could appear as anything to anyone, could he not? I have heard some say that he showed them a female aspect."

"I am not -" Sanguinius had stopped himself. He had been about to say "I am not the Emperor."

Now, in the bathing chamber, he held tight to the fastening of his robe. He was still warmed by his brothers' acceptance. But he was also still female-bodied. He was not ready for curious eyes.

"We can look away as you get in, if you like," Roboute said gently.

Sanguinius breathed in deeply. It would be pleasant to bathe.

"Yes, please."

He watched them avert their eyes. Then shrugged out of his robe and cautiously slid into the water, letting it rise almost to his throat. His wings were inevitably wetted, but that would have to do.

"All right," he said quietly. He waited until they looked at him, and smiled. "I wouldn't mind some of that wine."

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Recent grimdank memery has reinforced my belief that the only reason BigE did not make any Lady Primarchs (that we know of) and subsequently Lady Astartes was that he was genuinely scared of them.

Imagine an entire legion of people like Calladayce Kesh or Bayezara Aggonades. Either they wipe themselves out on the spot or become the most dangerous force in the galaxy. One insane transhuman woman is an individual outlier. Two insane ones are hinting towards a pattern...

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friendly reminder, dass die Bundeszentrale für politische Bildung wertvolle arbeit leistet. und manchmal macht sich politisch bilden einfach mehr spaß, wenn man was kostenloses mit der post bekommt. aktuelle empfehlung:

(natürlich auch als kostenlose pdf verfügbar)

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Thabk you, dear fiction dealer ❤️

And I wouldn't have made this game unless I didn't see those things being a repeat happening.

Like. You know what I am saying?

You see it in one book. Ok that's was a choice, let's move on.

You see it two different books. Odd but you move past it.

Alright three times. Is this a pattern?

Is this who we are now?

What was happening in Black Library during the 90s?

They were up to something. I can see glimpses of their vision and I somewhat feel cheated that we never got that Salamanders Villain Arc.

You don't know subversion of expectations until you read a salamander tell a bunch humans that he isn't here to save them and that they can go eat bricks for all he cares.

Or that space wolve romantic side plot. Like sure, it would have been mangled corpse and a thing only the author could love. But it would have been entertaining to read.

Theres an alternative timeline that never came to be because Games Workshop patched up that gas leak.

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hi yes

im doin fine

why do you ask?

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Duality of necron marriages