#at least Xeno looks fine

[whosskazu]

Can't believe we were ROBBED of smiling Stanley in the new cover for volume 27. This is so sad like bro looks so joyful and happy and then he got cropped out just like that???

justice for the stan Stan community 😞

[atenea14]

A rough day. Sanguinius x reader

The events here happen before the Nikaea council. English is not my first language so there might be mistakes.

Warnings: Sex pollen, Dom!Sanguinius x sub!reader. Slight breath play, power play, bondage. 

Summary: A mission goes wrong ,as a result, Sanguinius and you end up affected by sex pollen.

Word count: 3k

Masterlist

You’ve been with the blood angels for a while now and you feel lucky, they are one of the few legions that are amicable towards their human crew which permitted you to easily demonstrate your abilities as an incredible psychic. Thanks to your powers you got to meet the higher ups within the legion including their beloved primarch and formed a good coworking bond with all of them. As the good war buddy you were, you went with them in some of their battles. That’s how you ended up in your current situation.

- Y/N you are required in the front line. - Dante approached you in a blink. 

- I thought the battle was done?- You are really fed up with the orcs so more fighting doesn’t suit your mood. 

- It is but Lord Sanguinius requires your help to quickly investigate the subterranean tunnels the orcs have made. Let’s go.- You just silently followed him through the tunnels until you got where Sanguinius was. 

- I’m glad to see you well Y/N.- Sanguinius greeted you, always well mannered, always perfect. 

- The sentiment is mutual, my lord.- You smiled at him waiting for his instructions. He smiled back before speaking again.

- There are some locked compartments and brute force won’t open them, I have no idea what the orcs made but I want you to try and open those parts of the tunnel.-

- I’ll do my best.- 

With that you got to work and managed to open the passages. Sanguinius and his men moved fast to investigate it all, but they didn’t find anything interesting at least under a human view. Within no time you arrived at the most hidden corner where you could see a small box. After some failed analisis and a discussion you were asked to force it open. When you did it a gas cloud exploded in your face, Sanguinius quickly covered you and embraced you, acting as a human shield, getting himself fully exposed to the unknown material. 

- I swear I can not stand those xenos, are you alright Y/N?- Sanguinius asked but you were too dumbfounded to immediately answer, you don’t get angel wings protecting you every day. 

- Y/N?- Sanguinius tried again. 

- I feel fine… I think.- Sanguinius examined your face and looked at Dante. 

- There are some vials left in the box, grab them and get them analyzed immediately, also escort Y/N to the red tear and get her to the medicae.- He turned to look at you once more. 

- I want to profusely apologize Y/N, this is my fault for wanting to rush things and not following the protocols.- You gave him a strained smile and told him it was ok, it’s not like you have it in you to accuse him when he looks at you with so much concern. 

- Just remember you have been exposed to it too my lord, please take care.- With a nod he gently pushed you towards the squadron who would accompany you. 

It’s already been an hour and you are waiting in the medical bay for someone to explain to you what have you been exposed to. You felt good so you were observing your surroundings when you heard the door open, to your surprise it was Dante. It cheered you up to see a familiar face so you eagerly greeted him but a feeling of uneasiness quickly invaded you once you registered his somber face. 

- Is it that bad?- You impatiently observed him sit down next to your bed. He looked directly into your face and he started speaking with a really soft voice. 

- Lord Sanguinius and you have been exposed to what we… have vulgarly called sex pollen.- He paused to let the information sink in but you just looked at him with a really confused expression.

- I don’t understand, I… feel good, maybe it doesn’t affect me?- Dante hold your hand with his.

- Your metabolism is slower than ours so you may not notice the effects now but you will soon. I’ll say it bluntly Y/N, you will feel an extreme need to have intimate relationships and the longer you don’t submit to it the more undesired chemical imbalance you will have on your body, we are working on an antidote but it will come late. On the other hand lord Sanguinius is already under the influence. What I’m about to ask you is not something I’m happy about.- You interrupted him. 

- I… wait a moment.- You used a couple of minutes to think about all the events that have involved you this day.- But Dante… I do not wish to… and if I did wouldn't that be considered heresy?.- You started rambling and the blood angel interrupted you to try to calm you a little bit.

- Y/N, whatever happens next won’t be your fault nor will be considered heresy given the circumstances plus all the matter is being confidential and only de indispensable people are aware of the situation.- You just looked at each other for what seemed an eternity until you broke the silence. 

- What happens if I refuse?- Dante took a deep sigh before answering. 

- Sanguinius' well-being will be in danger. I can’t tell you exactly why but the undesired chemical reactions I told you about may trigger some deeper problems in him. It won’t be your situation so at least you don’t need to worry about that.- Dante dropped all formalities and while that used to comfort you today it brought the opposite effect.

- Would it be that bad?- You put extra emphasis on the word that. Dante seemed to think about it for a moment before answering. 

- Look, no one here wants to force you to do anything, let alone Sanguinius. So I want to reiterate that anything will be your fault. But yes, it would be that bad.- He also put extra emphasis on the word.

- How is Sanguinius now?.-

- He is struggling to maintain control so being near him is not safe. That’s why I want you to have in mind before you answer that he may end up losing control and he surely will be rude.- You only had one question left before you answered. 

- What will happen to me if I try to fight the effects of the poison?.- 

- Since it’s a recently discovered substance I cannot give you any answer to that.- 

- I understand, I will do it.- Dante looked genuinely surprised.

- Are you sure?- You faintly smiled at him. 

- I’m already down the rabbit hole aren’t I? Plus Sanguinius is way more important than me so it only seems to be one correct answer.- Dante stared at you intensely. 

- Attach this to your wrist, the button is an alarm, if the situation goes south press it and I will interfere.- 

Dante gave you a reassuring squeeze to your hand and helped you get out of bed. In a moment you were left alone in front of Sanguinius' personal quarters. 

- My lord? Is Y/N, I am entering.- The room was dimly lit and Sanguinius looked upset. 

- You shouldn't be here, who brought you?.- You ignored his questions. 

- I have been explained the situation so I’ve come here voluntarily, my lord.- He looked troubled. 

- NO, Y/N. You have to leave. I don't have much restraint now.- He wasn’t looking in your direction. 

- I won’t, I’ve been told your health is at risk.-

- And what about yours? I could kill you.-

- You are more important than me plus sooner or later I will be feeling like you are right now.- 

- Y/N I…- You approached him and touched his arm. 

- It will be ok Sanguinius, I know you wouldn’t harm me.- 

Unknowingly you provoked him an electrical and addictive feeling with your touch making him lose all restrain left in him. Suddenly he picked you up and threw you into his bed making you gasp and igniting a spark in your body, all your nerves were on fire and your rational mind became foggy. You just wanted him, and he just wanted you. 

He kissed you while his hands roamed all over your body until they grabbed your hips. You returned the kiss with equal fervor and hung your legs around his body trying to have as much contact as you could. He went to kiss your neck and sunk his teeth a little bit, enough to get a couple of blood drops out of you but your pained hiss seemed to bring some focus to him. He paused for a moment and softly caressed all the parts of your body he could and started undressing you.

- Is not fair I’m the only one naked my lord.- 

- Then undress me.- 

You found yourselves fully naked and you climbed onto his lap kissing him fervently, he pulled your hair and it made you moan. You started moving your hips against him almost unconsciously and tried to push his chest so he was fully laid back on the bed. Instead he grabbed your waist and made you both roll, making you gasp. He pinned your wrist above your head with one of his hands while the other grabbed your face. 

-You are not the one in charge here darling.- 

He intensely looked into your eyes and the hand that was at your face went directly to your center, rubbing it in circles making close your eyes because of the sudden pleasure. 

- Look at me Y/N. Look me and tell me who do you belong to.- Between heavy breaths you answered.

- I belong to you.- He pinched your clitoris. 

- That’s not the proper answer Y/N.- You felt suffocated, you barely couldn’t move since your arms were held with one of his hands and the rest of your body was trapped under him. He entered one of his fingers in you, then another one making it really difficult for you to articulate any words. Sanguinius let go of your hands and grabbed your neck slightly restricting your air flow, you were in pure pleasure, your body was more sensitive than normal because of the pollen and Sanguinius was making you go crazy.

- I’ve asked you something.- He squeezed your neck a little bit more before releasing all the pressure allowing you to fully breath. 

- You, my lord. I belong to Lord Sanguinius.- 

- That's my girl.- With that he retired his hand off your clit and before you could whine he slowly started pushing his member into you making you see stars. You were sure your moans could be heard in the nearby hallways but you didn’t care at the moment and Sanguinus was enjoying them. 

- My lord it’s too much, I can’t.- You were overstimulated and Sanguinius was big, you didn’t think it would fit in. 

- Bear with it, it’ll bring you pleasure. I’m almost fully in.- You whimpered, the stretch was almost painful. He fully stopped once he was completely buried inside you, giving you a moment to adapt and he took that moment to caress you and squeeze your tits and pinch at your nipples making you lose focus on the stretch and allowing you to relax. 

- That’s it beautiful.- He started rocking his hips throwing you into a pleasure spiral, you were getting close and he noticed it. You embraced him while he started to fuck you faster, you were a moaning mess and when your started to clench at his member he roughly kissed you suffocating your moans while you were cumming. You were dumbfounded and were barely able to focus on anything else than your pleasure. He started touching your nub again overstimulating you while not relenting his pace. He was enjoying all your whines and whimpers and complaints about not being able to stand it but he was unforgiving. All your body was on fire and you started feeling a pleasure like never before. He bit you on your neck enjoying the ecstasis your blood gave him, the pain was enough to send you over the edge again and you squirted all over him while he came inside you. He slowed down his thrusts until you both came down from your highs and he slowly pulled out of you making you whimper. You looked at each other breathing heavily but none of you knew what to say. 

- Are you alright?- Sanguinius was the one who broke the silence. 

- Yes my lord.- He looked at you with an expression you didn’t know to decipher. 

- From now on just call me Sanguinius.- He spoke to you with a really soft voice. You nodded and he moved from above you getting out of the bed. 

- We should get ourselves cleaned, you can use my bathroom while I go talk with Dante.- He reached to touch you but stopped himself in the air, turned around grabbed his clothes and got out of the room.

You were left alone in his bedchambers a little bit confused. You wanted to bathe but everything in there was huge compared to you. Slowly, you moved to the edge of the bed and realized that all your body was sore. Once you made it to the bathroom you confirmed your thoughts, almost everything was out of your reach. The noise of a door opening startled you and you quickly turned around to see who entered. 

- It’s me Y/N.- 

- Sanguinius…- A rush of self awareness invaded you since you were still naked.

- Y/N… I’m sorry I…- Sanguinius was looking at your body and you knew he felt sorry for all the bruises he had caused.

- It’s okay, I just feel a little bit sore but that’s all.- He studied you for a couple of seconds. 

- Don’t you want to bathe? Do you wish to leave?- 

- I do want to bathe but everything here is out of my reach so I should leave to the common showers.- Sanguinius seemed troubled. 

- Or… I could help you if you wish.- 

- Sanguinius what happened today is none of our fault so you don’t need to compensate me.- 

- I am not, I just want to take care of you.- If he wasn’t a primarch you would have thought that he was looking at you with love, but it was Sanguinius after all and he is always compassionate so you just pushed your thoughts away and shyly nodded at him. Without thinking too much about it you stepped closer to him and to your surprise he picked you up and embraced you. You just stayed like that for a couple of minutes until he softly left you in the bath. The rest of the shower was spent in silence while you both tended to each other. Once you were done, Sanguinius helped you dry your hair. You stepped out of the bath before Sanguinius and realized that not only had the bed sheets been changed but also were clean clothes for you to use. A shame feeling invaded you making you feel really self conscious making you freeze in the middle of the room until warm arms embraced you. 

- Please do not feel bad, just one of my sons entered here and he already knew of the situation. No one will judge us.- Sanguinius' touch had a calming effect and his words comforted you. You timidly smiled at him and put your clothes on. The situation was kind of awkward so once you were done you just headed for the door. 

- Where are you going?- You froze in your tracks and turned back to look at him. 

- I… to my bed?- 

- Do you wish to be alone?- You didn’t comprehend why he was asking you that. 

- It’s not like I can stay here Sanguinius.- It was his turn to not understand you.

- Why not?- 

- It wouldn’t be proper.- Sanguinius faintly smiled.

- I think we are already past that point.- 

- But it wouldn’t be the same as before. We are not under the pollen influence anymore.- Sanguinius thought about it for a moment. 

- If you want to leave I won’t stop you but if you want to stay it will be okay too. Forget about everything. You owe it to yourself to do what you are comfortable with right now.- 

- I don’t want to be alone.- Sanguinius looked softly at you and smiled. He extended his hand and you walked to him, he picked you up and placed you on his bed. He lied beside you. With his words resonating in your head you found the courage to attach your body to his and hug him. He embraced you with his arms and kissed your head. Your breath slowed down and you fell asleep within minutes. The whole situation was confusing but you knew you’d be alright. 

On the other hand Sanguinius was worried, he was already infatuated with you but now there might be no coming back. You were his and his alone. With everything he had to do for the imperium he knew he owed it to himself to keep you under his wings.

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[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 207 Trivia

The Nanami family has about as much backstory as the Ishigami family does at this point… What does this all mean… 🤔

Two half adders make a full adder, which can carry values to the next adder and so on. Eight adders would allows sums up to 8 bits in length, the maximum of which is 11111111, which is equal to 255 in binary.

Xeno's got his gamer chair back, complete with the headset! I bet he's pleased.

Rather than writing E=MC^2 or choosing another scientific option, he chooses… Poop.

This is rather hypocritical of him, as he is now around 5 years older than when he was when he called Taiju immature for doing a similar thing.

The printing paper they make is called thermal paper, as it contains dyes that change color with heat. The paper uses the zinc sulfide from sphalerite as a developer, which is used to improve the color of the dyes.

The fax machine Senku makes is a rudimentary implementation of a rather advanced fax machine, in that the paper and overall design is modern, but lacks the fine details in the final prints that you can get nowadays.

There's several potential issues Senku could be mentioning here depending on how they built the fax machine, but here are 2 likely options:

Mechanical alignment of the two fax machines.

If the sliding of the pin is uneven, you could end up with some lines that are squashed or stretched. It may help to imagine this as pixels on a screen, but some have rows of pixels that are rectangular rather than square.

Data loss.

If the information for a dot is lost, the pin won't move. Instead, it'll print the information for the next dot in its place. This results in the whole image shifting left.

I'm still very impressed by Sai's active ambidexterity, though I'm not sure how he organizes how he writes since he's writing on even lines rather than one being on the odds and the other evens…

Still no update on Joel's arm since the bottom half is hidden, but everyone looks so happy to be in the picture! I wonder if Minami was the one to take it since she's not shown.

The faxed image isn't what it would look like with their setup, since it can only print a black dot or leave it white. In their image, there seems to be several shades of grey.

I altered it so that the dots were more uniformly dark which also brings out the misalignment.

Ryusui goes silent upon seeing the photo, but from the flashback he seems to care more about how Sai feels rather than feeling left out.

What's sad is that Ryusui was missing from the group photo in chp. 99 as well, hopefully not because he feels bad being in one without Sai.

Gen planned on only needing two cups for his casual interrogation of Sai, but then Chelsea happened, so Gen had to go get a third.

Ryusui and Sai are both quite tall, and Ryusui himself is 187 cm. If we take that as the average height of an adult male in the Nanami family, that means that this man here is over 3 meters tall.

Sai & Ryusui weren't born to the matriarch of the Nanami family, meaning they must share a father for them to be brothers. Since Sai looks half Indian and Ryusui doesn't, this likely means they have two different mothers, and that their father has had kids with at least 3 women.

At long last, Sai has formally joined the Kingdom of Science, and team 1 is ready to leave India.

…Or are they? We still haven't seen the "Math city founded!" label, so they may still be traveling around India.

This was a really good chapter. It feels like a classic: we have science, both fun and emotional character interactions, Gen doing important Gen things, poop jokes…

[noelle666]

Ship/Kiss challenge - Heinrix van Calox/Noelle von Valancius

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Some post-game events.

30. ... as a comfort (I hope I understood it correctly)

A middle of a night was one of the most peaceful periods on a voidship: the great mechanisms were working without rest, but even they, the insides of a great leviathan, seemed to turn into a different, calmer mode. Heinrix van Calox, former interrogator of Ordo Xenos, rolled over to the other side in a bed, his mind was covered in deep warm slumber. Some time passed after events on Epitath, the Koronus Expance was awaiting for changes, but for now all what was needed is a breath of a fresh air and some time to recover. And the one who needed it most was Lord Captain, who was sleeping next to Heinrix, or so he thought.

Psyker felt something is not right and opened his eyes - Noelle was not in bed. On one hand there could be nothing extraordinary, yet a glimps of anxiety appeared in Heinrix's heart. He noticed a dim light in bathroom and decided to wait for a bit: one minute, two, five, nothing has changed. Silence added more notes of worry with its heavy invisible hand, so the man decided to get up and check if everything is alright with his beloved. He entered the room and saw Lord Captain sitting with her back to the entrance on a round ottoman, she wrapped her legs with arms and looked completely tiny in this pose, like a hedgehog hiding from danger. Heinrix came closer, he squated down and looked into the woman's face: her gaze was directed to one point, filled with something... dark. She didn't noticed a visitor - it seemed the whole world around her did not exist at all.

"Noelle, what is it? Are you hurt?"

The words awakened her.

"Heinrix? Why are you here?" - she looked surprised at the man nex to her, - "Please, go back to sleep. I just need... some time..."

"I can call for healers if you don't want to bother me, even knowing care about you is my primary goal..."

"No, no, I am fine", - Noelle interrupted psyker. She made a pause and continued, - "A nightmare, that is all".

"A mere nightmare cannot frighten Lord Captain, there was definitely something more. Tell me, please", - Heinrix gently took Noelle's hand in his. Young woman hesitated at first but started her tale:

"You told me that after leaving the Inquisition your former collegues will start hunting you. You said, when they come for you I won't be harmed because you will make everything possible to protect me. Since then this thought can't leave my mind. I started to think on a solution to avoid it, to protect you or even hide you. I could not allow anything to tear away your freedom which you recieved recently, which you needed and desired deeply inside of your heart. And I could never allow anything or anyone take away the one I love.

Recently these thoughts occupied me completely, after we finished our mission. Calcazar was the Lord Inquisitor of the Expanse, yes, he brought a good number of his forces to Epitath but still there are many other acolytes who could restore the Koronus branch of Ordo Xenos and continue his work. And if... when they find out about you...

I think tonight I just gave up at some point, my spirit did, at least. I saw a dream: we were stanging on a deck, as usual, discussing where to travel next. You were next to me. And then doors opened, and a dozen of people appeared. Two of them, a man and a woman, introduced themselves as an Inquisitor and an acolyte, I couldn't hear their names or see their faces, but I clearly saw rosettes on their chests, and behind them was a squad of armed soldiers. They said they came after the traitor, after you. I was ready to tell them I won't allow them to do anything but you stopped me. You smiled at me and said: "Don't worry. It is my business, not yours, you won't be harmed, as I promissed to you. I must go with them. I love you and always will". You touched my cheek, then you turned to them: a woman handcuffed you, and I noticed you moaned out of pain and your nose started to bleed. I made a step towards you, someone touched my shoulder and tried to stop me, and I felt... emptiness as if something bit a piece of my soul. I realised this acolyte was Pariah and could only imagine how hard and painful it was for you to stand next to such person.

They decided to handle the matter without mittens, they started to drag you out of the deck, and the more time you were spending next to the Pariah acolyte the worse your condition became. They were cruel. They would've definitely tortured you. I couldn't allow it to happen... And then...

My own shriek deafened me. I don't know how and where I got these poweres, but the only thing I remembered and felt was flaming anger. I fell on my knees and screamed, and then... when my sight was cleared I sawa deck engulfed in flames, people, survivors, were screaming in horror, some were helping wounded. Dead bodies were lying everywhere. I saw you - you grabbed a pistol from a dead soldier and shot this Pariah woman. I looked at the Inquisitor, who stood behind you, he wanted to stab you with a dagger, and I thought "Don't!" and his head exploded the moment the thought appeared in my head.

The whole place was swallowed with warp and I was its source. You ran towards me, grabbed me and commanded to look at you. "We need to run, get up, quickly!" - you said. You tried to help me but a strong sharp pain pierced my head. My eyes become wet, I touched my cheeks and saw blood. You were still holding me and said: "Hold on, I will help you! We just need to leave!" but... I felt this was the end of me. I could only push you from me and... I screamed again. The last thing I remember is your far away voice calling me".

Noelle shrinked on an ottoman even more than before, Heinrix felt her hand shivering. The man carefully hugged her and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"I needed to be more careful with words. Yet again the fault is mine".

"Don't say that. This time I couldn't hold my emotions under control..."

"Noelle, my love, my little guardian", - Heinrix smiled and looked at Lord Captain, - "We all can make mistakes. I need to learn a lot about being happy and about mutual love and I know you will help me with that. But please, you too let me help if something's bothering you. We are together, remember? Don't be afraid to share your worries with me, even if you think the matter is not important. I am always here for you. Forever and ever".

Lord Captain looked into Heinrix eyes trying to drive away the obsession which almost took over her again: grey eyes, one brighter and one darker, which looked cold as ice when they first met and now were filled care and love. Psyker kissed Noelle, the warmth of his lips helped her to calm down; one kiss after another, each filled with gentleness as if the man was telling her "I am here. I am with you". Afterwards, Heinrix picked his beloved up and carried her to the bedroom, he covered her in a blanked and kissed her goodnight. The rest of the night passed quietly and calmly.

[valeriefauxnom]

Euden's Surprising Spread of Spidey Senses

So this is another of the 'things I noticed a while ago but am now properly committing to text so I don't forget everything'. Anyways, I found it funny the more I looked that Euden seemed to have a wing of general senses/ability to discern things/feelings or reactions that nobody else had, and sometimes he thought he was completely normal when they really weren't.

The earliest example I can think of offhand is chapter 13, wherein he feels drawn to the whatever ominous mana stuff that gives Ranzal the heeby jeebies.

Yes Euden I wonder why you're attracted to artificial mana that may be corrupted by black mana

As my friend joked in this scene, he's the one kid in a tv show that has to be stopped from licking whatever clearly bad object everyone else has the good sense to not touch (even if in this case, he'd be perfectly fine if the main reason it is 'dangerous' is because of black mana, being immune. Not that they knew that because since everyone hightails it as soon as it starts getting too thick so they have no idea he's not susceptible, but I digress).

Then, there's his ability as I jokingly refer to as the ability to sample and dissect dragon roars/behavior like fine wine:

Nothing like being able to tell if a dragon is hurting or sane as well as their mood based on their roars. And it's not exactly a set science or habit that can be learned with all the noises the very-varied-in-form Dragalia dragons make. I think he does this at least once or twice more, but I could be wrong.

Regardless, imagine Euden and Bahamut having a conversation where Bahamut does his standard Variations On A Roar performance and Euden's just like, 'hm, interesting. that does sound tasty'. And everyone is very confused how he got that from ROOOOAAAARR.

Then there's his sensitivities regarding other things, like his ability to tell when someone is about to shapeshift.

This is where he also tries to turn to his siblings to go, 'hey this is normal, right guys??' only to be flatly rejected.

Granted, they more suggest experience might be the cause of his talent here, but since it's ultimately speculation and up in the air and explicitly something everyone else finds weird I elected to include it. Regardless if it's natural or supernaturally developed, it's a sense nobody else has.

Even Nedrick realizes quickly that Euden's just Weird and hypersensitive to dragon-mana stuff and decided to formulate a plan around that and extend a bit of trust to his ability. Which, for Nedrick, Mr.Never Trust Anyone Ever To Do What I Need Done, is a testament to just how weird and valuable he finds the skill.

He later goes on to use his understanding of dragons and pacts to split up the power concentrated under Elysium back to their proper owners, the individual Greatwyrms.

Then, of course, is the built-in 'GPS return to sender' he has when it comes to Xenos' location and status. Quite handy he had that, or else we would immediately have gotten Dragalia 2: Electric Boogaloo wherein everyone collectively realizes Xenos isn't dead and has to assemble the gang again x years into the future. (Actually maybe it'd be better if he didn't so we could've gotten another Dragalia-)

Ahem. Anyways, this is getting long, so I'll cut it off there, but the fact that Euden was weird compared even to his family is just a thing that is passively baked into canon. And this isn't even counting his behavioral oddities that constantly leave others going ??? regarding him all the time, just his sensory ones!

And I like those little kinds of oddities very much.

Long story short regarding Euden:

Bonus round on editing:

Oh yeah, he also has a Find a Friend working ability that allowed him to track down and hear his friends across pocket dimensions. Even Mids, who has supernatural senses of his own in being able to derive 'true location', can't hear across worlds. Perhaps it's a good thing Euden didn't make too many otherwordly friends. Imagine constantly hearing friends speaking that aren't even in the same area or time of existence as you are (like Luca did that one time in the comics).

Also, it's a bit funny that even if it's a power innate to him he's still addressing it as if it's completely separate from him and asking 'it' nicely to open up portals. Nothing like Euden being unable to do something himself, but because he's asking 'himself' nicely suddenly finds the willpower to make manifest what he wants.

...Imagine if it applied to food. 'Please mysterious power my friends and I are starving, can we have some food?' and a luxury turkey dinner just pops in front of them, what he was secretly wanting and is like 'wow what a coincidence, exactly what sounded heavenly to me personally. Thanks mysterious power!'

[shiyorin]

okay so ive been having major wh40k brain rot and i wanted to know your thoughts: say the primarchs have a child, but that child ends up become a heretic somehow, like maybe tinkering with necron technology or interacting with some peaceful xenos and got caught by one of the astartes. how do you think the primarchs would react to that (or maybe they have a pet tyranid in the back, idk)?

i think some of the more "stern" primarchs like dorn or lion might consider doing the ol' chop chop on the child but others like sanguinius or guilliman might try to cover all of it up while the inquisition is on their ass (or high lords of terra if we're talking 41st).

im kinda new to the 40k fandom (literally joined in jan) so im not 100% confident on the personality of the primarchs.

Welcome to warhammer 40K. Hope you will have a good time here.

And it depends on the timing. If in M30, people are quite open to this. But with M40, things are bad. But basically primarchs are pragmatic so as long as it has benefits they will be fine with it (look at IH, DA, IW,...)

And if they have a child and that child researches xenotech or has a Tyranid as a pet (it's somehow disconnected from the Hivemind) it's not exactly heresy either. That child is the child of a primarch, they can do anything they want except making friends with chaos.

And if we look at IoM, they do not prohibit the use of xenotech or 'making friends' with xenos (It isn't uncommon for radical Inquisitors to incorporate xenos into their retinue for as long as they can contain them or at least follow them around.) Broadly speaking the practice is looked down upon because the Mechanicus considers Xenotech to be unclean due to their beliefs. You just don't tell anyone or become powerful enough to not care so this will be fine. After all, religion is one thing, but they do possess a certain level of pragmatism as well.

TLDR: Primarchs are pragmatic so as long as it has benefits they will be fine with it. Your primarchs's child can did anything they want except making friends with chaos. But it is your fanfic, you can do anything with it if you want.

[alter-soup]

Okay here is our request! Apologies in advance for the sheer length of this message JSIFDOGJSDOF

So we've been feeling one of our sidesystems splitting an alter introjected from the song "Baby Turns Blue" by Virgin Prunes and we have some details we can already guess about them but would like you to make! (Including neopronouns, especially ones that aren't nounself pronouns. Picrew is optional.)

Based on stuff we know about the sidesystem they'd be splitting in, they're at least 48 years old, probably somewhat older. Also probably an (aro)ace-spec gay man (mspec gay is an option!) as well as some kind of agender and/or gender neutral masc/man, but you can choose the specifics of that! Feel free to add xenos and soforth too, especially kenochoric genders and/or xenos related to goth or to music in general.

For names, ideally something neutral-coded that's not a "typical" name for a person (the other members of the sidesys are called Mori, Ransom, Chrome, and Nix, to give you an idea of what would fit in with the rest of them). Masc names are fine too though!

Roles that members of their sidesystem tend to have include: symptom holder (addiction, depression, anxiety, and intrusive thoughts), social alter, anger holder, spiritual alter, and trauma holder (the last of which we would definitely like you to include).

Knowing the rest of the sidesystem, this alter would have some connection to writing, horror, singing/performance, and/or death, as well as music genres like goth (this is definite given the genre of the source song), post-punk (also very adjacent genre), new wave, and metal. Also maybe "regular" punk too. But it'd be cool if you gave them other random interests too!

Hope this wasn't either too much or too little info! (Also hope that sending a request for elaboration on an alter we've felt splitting is within the scope of this blog's work.) Thanks for reading and for doing it if you do this request!

HEADMATE INSPO

Name(s): Lucid

Role(s): Trauma holder, addiction holder

Pronouns: Name, they/them, he/him

Neopronouns ideas:  Ix/ixs, dy/dys, um/ums

Xenogenders: Voidcattic Demonmascic Valicanic Gothgender

Gender(s): Demiboyflux

Orientation: Gay Aegosexual

Age: 50-53

Species: Unknown but presents as human-like 

Source: Baby Turns Blue by Virgin Prunes

Personality traits/details: Somewhat careless, a bit reserved, independent

Kins: Ghostkin

Likes: Slashers, short horror stories, goth music, skatecore playlists, metal, post-punk, two sentence horror stories, angler fish, stories of real “haunted” locations, movie adaptations of books they like 

Dislikes: Really intense eye strain, loud dogs barking, feeling forgotten

Signoff: - 🪦🫐

Appearance: Really deep blue fluffy hair, red scleras, pale-dead looking skin

Everything can be modified and added upon! :D

Picrew and appearance are just for fun and to give ideas btw :) 

Faceclaim:

(Picrew)

[preciouslandmermaid]

"as the tides turn" (c.m.)

CHAPTER THREE: "Admiration Between Kindred Spirits" (3/5)

check the first chapter/post for more details :) this episode features a smidge of romance (or potential of it, i suppose).

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Emilia dragged both of her hands through her short, damp hair and pushed it away from her face. Her tired reflection stared back at her. Mary-Anne Grant. Sam Maloney. And now, Katrina Xenos, an attractive woman in her mid-twenties had gone missing. And as much as she hated to admit it, the odds were not in Katrina’s favor.

She was confident in their profile and the profile said that their unsub didn’t keep his victims for long. A few days at most. She lifted the case file from her firm, hard hotel bed and flipped to the autopsy of Miss. Maloney. The report stated that Sam’s stomach and intestines hadn’t processed anything in at least two days.

“Because he likes them weak,” she said, exhaling harshly through her nose. “He prefers if they fight back when he drowns them, but not too much.”

The power trip of domination and eventual release was like a drug to these unsubs. Hotch told the deputy to keep police near the crime scenes because there was a good chance the unsub would return to relive the murders. But, with Katrina missing, Emilia suspected that the unsub was too busy entertaining his current guest to go and walk the beaches. Her stomach rolled with nausea. She shoved a granola bar into her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and left the room.

Reid was the only one in the hotel lobby. No surprises there. Usually, she, Hotch, and Mr. Boy Genius were the first ones awake. Morgan often went for a morning run or to the hotel gym if they had one. Everyone has their little rituals and routines, she thought ruefully. She tore open the granola bar and felt only a little bad about the oats that crumbled over her fingers and onto the beige carpet.

“Breakfast?” Spencer guessed with a gleam in his hazel eyes.

“It’s better than the precinct coffee,” Emilia replied.

A little line formed between his brows. “You don’t drink coffee.”

“It was a joke.” Despite her deadpan tone, she smiled, hoping that it might soften her features.

Profilers noticed everything, as it was part of the job and all, but Spencer had a knack for announcing his observations even when he didn’t need to. His frankness and honesty were endearing. Spencer’s expression remained thoughtful and she could practically feel the creamy, white-and-black pages turning inside his mind and being meticulously filed away.

She wanted to ask him what he saw. This was a common enough question that came to the forefront of her mind whenever she interacted with her colleagues. What do you see? What do you notice? How do you feel? Mostly, these questions were relevant to the case they were working on, but sometimes Emilia burned to just know. Not assume, theorize, or profile and collect evidence, but simply acquire the knowledge through asking and offering a space to be vulnerable.

For her, on the surface level, she saw a tall, brunette with his white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his navy tie loose around his neck, a service weapon on his hip, and the case file tucked under his left arm. She saw inquisitive, hazel eyes and fine cheekbones, and ruffled, hair that reminded her of a bird’s nest.

But, on the deeper and more vulnerable and intimate level, she saw a friend who didn’t quite fit in in the same ways she hadn’t.

There was an awkwardness that lived inside Emilia that she never seemed to outgrow. It didn’t matter that her clothes fit, that her hair looked nice (most of the time), or that her skin was unblemished. Her formative years were spent trying to get her fellow students to care about recycling, arguing with her history teacher, and being teased for her mouthful of braces and large nose.

When she went to college, she expected a sort of ‘ugly duckling to beautiful swan’ glow-up. That was what happened in movies and television. But, even without the braces, her classmates still found her to be ‘intense’, or ‘too loud’, or ‘too opinionated’. The rare few friends who didn’t seem to mind her stubborn opinions, her loud, cackling laugh, or her hyper-focused eye contact remained in her life to this day. But, as previously mentioned, they were rare and they were few.

And sometimes, she’d swipe through social media and see her peers getting married, or meeting celebrities, or having their second kid, or joining a multi-level-marketing-scheme and Emilia would sit and wonder ‘What makes me so different?’ and then she’d remember her collection of vintage kitchen towels and framed mushroom spore-prints and the career built around studying and understanding society’s darkest creatures and….well...then it would make sense as to why nobody was messaging her with a ‘great business opportunity to be your own boss!’.

Spencer fiddled with his thin watch around his wrist. She squinted at him. Hell, maybe she was projecting. Maybe he was normal and had tons of unanswered text messages from brands wanting him to model for them and missed connections turned into marriage proposals.

Emilia asked, “Do you know when granola was invented?”

“1863,” he replied without missing a beat. Right, yeah, never mind. He’s not normal either.

“Thank you,” she said, nodding, and brushing the crumbs from her blouse.

Spencer’s expression shifted – a softening of his jaw, the muscles relaxing, and a slight crinkle around his eyes. The questions burned in her stomach, souring her light breakfast with curiosity.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

He shrugged mildly. “You almost always say thank you after I’ve told you something.”

Emilia’s nape flushed and prickled with heat. He had noticed that too, had he?

“I’m being polite,” her words came out in a rush, and the heat bled toward her ears. “You don’t have to share that knowledge with us.”

Spencer’s lips curled into a genuine smile. He broke his gaze away from Emilia as Hotch walked briskly toward them, the car keys jingling in his hand, and his hair damp and slicked away from his face.

“Let’s go,” he said without preamble.

The ride to the police station was less than fifteen minutes, but Emilia braced herself for the swarm of reporters, concerned citizens, and agitated police officers. Unfortunately, after the week of the BAU’s presence in the town, the local media dubbed the killer ‘the tidal terror’. Despite JJ’s best efforts, she was one woman against old-fashioned paranoia and sensationalism. And according to the profile, the unsub was watching the news and enjoyed the attention.

“Wren, I need you to make a statement to the press,” Hotch said.

She flinched in the passenger seat, though she quickly smothered the rush of discomfort. Talking in front of the media wasn’t her strong point and Hotch knew that. A passing and brusque comment, sure! She could handle that. But a statement? Emilia swallowed.

“What do you need?”

“I need you to tell them that we’ve got a suspect in custody,” he said, “but that citizens should remain diligent.”

“Okay, yes, sir.” Emilia stepped from the vehicle and tried – and failed – to not think about the potential granola crumbs on her shirt or the flecks of mascara that undoubtedly lived under her eyes like soot.

Spencer folded his hands over the case file and met Hotch’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

He said, “You’re having her do it because she looks like the victims.” Brunette, and young, and attractive.

“We need his attention and Katrina is running out of time,” he said, placing his hand on the car door handle, “and Wren is well aware of that.”

At the time of the press conference, Spencer, shoulders hunched close to his ears, and edged to the media frenzy. Emilia stood at the front of the police station, flanked by street cops with Deputy Roman standing behind her and Morgan and JJ close by. Emilia cleared her throat.

“Thanks to the hard work of the police force, partnered with our unit, we do have a suspect currently in custody.”

A reporter asked, “How confident are you that this is the killer?”

Emilia’s eyes flicked to JJ before she answered, “Quite frankly, I won’t have full confidence we match his DNA to the DNA we found at the scene.”

“What about the missing sorority girl?”

Emilia’s composure cracked and cold rage rippled across her features. “Her name’s Katrina.” The reporter seemed to shrink and she straightened her shoulders. “Assuming this suspect is who he says he is, he’ll give us Katrina’s location, and we’ll have a unit dispatched immediately.”

Spencer’s pulse jumped. There was a risk in this plan. It could backfire and the unsub might push his timetable ahead and kill Katrina before the allotted two or three-day window. He returned his attention to Emilia, watching as she fidgeted her hands behind the podium, and stared directly into the first camera barely blinking. As the press conference drew to a close, the deputy and JJ took over, and Emilia melted into Morgan’s solid shadow and slunk into the station. Spencer waited exactly three seconds before following her.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” he said to Emilia, long strides catching up to them easily, and he ignored Morgan’s curious quirked eyebrow. “It’ll be quick.”

Together, they ducked into the empty interview room and Emilia released a heavy, rushed breath the second the door was shut.

“I hope that works,” she said, working her fingers through her hair, “the profile marks him as someone who doesn’t get accolades in his personal or professional life. He should contact the police to taunt us and terrorize the city. But, he could take offense, reading this as an attack on his pride, and hurt Katrina.”

“I know,” he said tenderly and Emilia’s head tilted up, her eyes meeting his. Spencer leaned against the closed door. “If the unsub becomes agitated, there’s a risk…” his words trailed off as Emilia continued to stare, holding his gaze, and not blinking. A risk of death, of becoming a target, a risk that they all take every day when they take their badge and walk into work.

“I know.” She swallowed, nodding absently and breaking eye contact. “Thank you…” The words fumbled out of her mouth. “For saying something for...letting me know that you care. It’s nice to know – to hear, I guess – we make a lot of assumptions in our job, even though they’re backed by evidence and behavior, and so it’s just – it’s nice...it’s just nice to hear.”

Emilia wanted to smack herself. The awkwardness laid upon her like a sweater, its sleeves too long, the fabric scratchy and uncomfortable. A small comfort was that Reid was awkward too. Not all the time and not in the same ways she was, but she clung to the comfort all the same.

“I do,” he said, taking a half-step forward, and the toe of his sneaker scuffed against the carpet. “Care, I mean, about – about you. A lot.”

“What?” she breathed. No assumptions this time and no profiling. Her heartbeat pounded in her fingertips. “What do you mean?”

“You’re incredible,” Spencer said, breathless, his expression soft and slanted by morning light cutting through the plastic blinds. “When you first joined the team, I didn’t know how you’d fit in, but now I can’t...it’s impossible to imagine the bureau without you. You keep to-go hand sanitizer in your bag for me. You’re an attentive listener, which is likely why Hotch has you interview alongside one of us because you pick up on things that others might miss like the nail comment from Mrs. Grant. Because of the connection you made, we narrowed down the suspect pool, and found a correlation between Mary-Anne and Sam.”

The two women had gone to the same salon, and although none of the employees noticed anyone strange, it helped narrow the unsub’s hunting ground and they discovered that the killer likely worked in maintenance – allowing him unrestricted access to businesses and apartments.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Emilia,” he continued, “I’m in awe of you.”

Emilia smiled. “Even with granola crumbs all over my desk?”

He grimaced. “Yeah.” Another step and Emilia craned her neck to meet his eyes. There was no deception in his face or manifesting in his lanky body.

She bowed her head, bashfulness entering her smile like a timid fawn. The words ‘I’m no wonder boy like you’ bubbled to her lips, but she managed to tamper them. She wouldn’t dilute his thoughtful and endearing compliments by further wounding herself.

“Thanks, Spencer.” The soft words were hardly spoken and dancing across her lips like a confession to the priest in a tight, stuffy wooden paneled tomb. A sudden bustling noise outside the room caused them to tear their eyes away from one another.

Rossi answered Emilia’s hurried question, “Our unsub just dropped off Katrina near I-4.”

“That’s a diagonal route,” Spencer said, following him to the exit, “was it anywhere near the coast?”

“No.”

That was a break in the M.O. Which meant….

Emilia said, “She’s alive.”

Rossi nodded.

[Chapter Four -> ]

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Emilia Wren, you will always be FAMOUS TO ME!!!! I felt so...cringe when I started this and decided to write an OC...but then I remembered this is fanfic and we're supposed to kill the part of us that cringes.

ROLL THE D12! 1 Everything at once. Roll twice, use both. If you get this again, keep rolling. Your only way out is to stop getting 1s. 2 Product placement! The next chapter must center (and subtly promote the features of) a product belonging to the most recent brand you've seen. 3 Fan favorite. Your most recently mentioned character (or named object) is now beloved by the audience. You must give it a bigger part in the story, a special destiny, or an important new romance or friendship. If you get this twice for the same character or object, the adoration cools and you must go back to treating the character or object normally.

Alright, Rossi....get ready for your chapter.

[an-aroaces-harem]

My opinion on the Morganatic Idol characters

So, I saw someone else doing this and since it's way too long until the game will release, I at least want to gush (or not) about the suitors.

Xeno

Jeez, damn, he looks like the bad boy and cold hearted version of Ellis. Also, the trailer was so nice and showed us some of his CGs and they're looking fine as hell too. Xeno definitely doesn't have the personality I normally like in otome LIs and I bet he will be a dom character like Chevalier but I could be willing to overlook this because. He. Just. Looks. So. Damn. Fine. And him having Nokto's VA isn't helping. (I'm ignoring the fact he's also voicing Roger) Also, black and purple are my favorite colors.

Ivy

He's the oldest member and also said to be the older brother type. I know the older brother trope isn't everyone's thing but I don't mind because I know Cybird will deliver the thirst lol He definitely has pretty visuals, so I'm intrigued.

Jace

Considering that my favorite type is usually pink, broken and thirsty until Ellis stole my heart, he at least fulfills two of these. Also, since Cybird's playboy characters are never playboys for fun but actually have loads of trauma, he probably fits thr broken bit too. Still, I'm not really sure but I won't put him on my immediate nope list.

Finn

Immediate nope list. I don't like muscular LIs who seem to live in the gym. Also, I know a Finn in real life who's the cutest, most adorable guy I've ever met. Oh, and the LI's happens to share his birthday with a person I absolutely hate. I will do his route exactly two times for completion sake. That's it.

Hugh

He's adorable and blonde LIs are my go to after pink, broken and thirsty. And I'm sensing a lot of trauma coming from him which is a big plus. Thank goodness I don't self-insert or else I would feel too old for him lol

Miu

He creeps me out, not gonna lie. Two-faced characters like him are a big nope for me. Also, he's said to be a sadist, so double nope from me.

Hitaki

He's pretty but I'm not really sure what he's like personality wise. He seems really slippery, like Clavis. Again, I'm sensing a big secret but I'm at a loss for words concerning him. But as he's the oldest member and is smart, he's definitely mature and that's what I like.

Nagi

He's by no means my type but I do find him interesting. Since he's a determined character, I see him putting a bunch of effort into a relationship.

tl;dr

Definitve YES: Xeno, Ivy, Hugh, Hitaki

Okay: Jace, Nagi

Definitve NOPE: Finn, Miu

[mollusc-era]

there’s been a recent rise in xeno inkfish art (the inkling/octoling art that often gives them tails, patterns, etc if you’re unfamiliar with the term) but i think with that rise there has been a growing number of people confused by what’s being presented to them.

the general “goal” of xeno designs is to make inkfish look less humanoid, but i think a lot of people (including me), they assume that this goal has been set in order to make the cephalopod features of inkfish more prominent and distinctive, to give them features found on irl octopuses of squids. from what i’ve seen, while this may be the reason behind some design choices, many xeno artists don’t necessarily prioritize cephalopod features over features found in other mammals and what generally looks cool. which is absolutely fine! like we are all having fun here.

…unfortunately this misreading of things can lead to a lot of frustration and disappointment among those who really like the idea of inkfish designs that resemble living cephalopods without adding any features from other types of animals (at least without thought out reason). speaking from experience here. this is also a valid want, and unlike with “mainstream” xeno designs (mainstream in quotes this is all still very niche), there’s no real community formed around this sort of design and speculative biology.

basically i think it’d be cool if there were another tag (no idea what to call it) for this other approach to inkfish designs that acknowledges the difference in goals and exists not to one up the xeno community in “accuracy,” but to explore different ideas in a space that values different things.

hoping i’m not just speaking into the void with this, i’m pretty sure there are others out there that have similar ideas about what they want a less humanoid inkfish to be. this isn’t particularly conclusive on purpose, i again have no idea what the tag should be called and i don’t have too much of a following on here so. honestly not super confident in my chances of starting anything. please leave a reply/tags/whatever if you have any thoughts, ideas, etc. going to put this in the xeno tags for visibility + because well i talk about them a lot, @ xeno artists and enjoyers this is not supposed to be anything against you or implying xeno designs have no thought behind them. it’s just different, yknow?

ok that’s it. post done ✌️

[creatureheart]

@megaraptormenace in reply to ( x )

Which is kinda what makes it hard tbh, because I know in the end, whether anyone likes it or not, how I refer to myself and what I say I am is my business and mine alone. If I am happy and not hurting others, then who cares???

But also I worry that because of their opinion on things like this it means that I can't be me entirely when around them? Like I can't even just go "I am creature" around them... I dunno, lots to think about I guess...

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@draconicave in reply to ( x )

I'mma read everything that is probably put in reply to the post so here's a reply for you, lol

Dunno if any of this will make sense and such but under the cut

That is something they know about, as in they know of queer scholars and such and have suggested that I read Stone Butch Blues and other things on identity and such because they think it would he helpful for me. Besides that I don't really know how active or how much experience they have in irl queer spaces because we live in opposite sides of the planet and have only known each other for the past five-six years, which isn't all that long compared to how much time they could have spent around people.

They have their own way of viewing things, much like everyone, and are very academic and such, which tbh sometimes I wonder if they are too academic at times. They have their own morality on things and all that and like valid, because again, everyone does and everyone is different and I dunno... head is just sitting on things recently.

The convo that was over a year ago was a lot for me at the time. I broke down for a few days afterwards because I was IDing with a few xenos and using neopronouns and yeah. To be fair the thing that started the convo, or at least what lead up to it was them venting about neos before they knew I was using them. But yeah. That convo is what had me basically drop and avoid anything to do with xenos, neos or being nonhuman for over a year until this year where I started looking into it again.

But thank you, like truly. Besides my gf there has only been ONE other person who has been like adamantly against what the original question asked. They had a rather similar opinion about it but they also worded it way worse in tone: "I think it’s fine in the matter of joking or being nonserious. If it became something like that’s how someone seriously wanted to be called I would find that stupid and likely would find it attention seeking and that person would need to reevaluate reality and coping mechanisms since that does not seem like the stance of a mentally healthy person. Demanding to be seen as inhuman would both be concerning and also annoying."

The first response I got from them when I shared the question in a server. I can understand people not liking to be called something themselves by other people, whether because they just don't like it or because of the weight it holds, like towards minorities. But someone who wants to happily and willingly call themselves something isn't the same.

Plus what is it with arguments against things like this always talking about people being mentally unstable or the idea being delusional. Like, I'm sorry? Do you equate something being a delusion or someone being mentally unstable as automatically bad?

[words-and-writing]

Axolotl

There are many things we didn't expect when we entered the galactic stage.

Most species breathing the same atmospheric cocktails but for different gasses was a shocker (this species needs 70% Nitrogen, that one requiring the specific combination of trace elements, etc. Most were Oxygen, but either way the chemists, biologists, and theologians had a field day). A similar reaction was had to all species requiring similar food products, such that there were several foods literally all species could eat (except members with allergies, but what can you do?).

In general the shocks could be summed up as: Sci-fi where all galactic members could live on the same ships/planets with minimal adjustment was 100% feasible,

But on the other hand those were... expected. (If a surprise can be expected)

What we didn't expect was for Humanity to have been there for over 500 000 years.

The other thing we didn't expect was that there name for us was Axolotl.

First we achieved FTL, then we achieved world peace (ish). Look Freedom fighters fighting for their state/ province to be independent of the country that oppressed them for 100 years will continue to fight for freedom, despite countries no longer existing in any meaningful way. But what can you do?

Then first contact was made, a small delegation of Xeno/ Human experts came to earth, told us why they chose now to make contact, explained how the Galactic federation worked (policy of least interference on planets with some stipulations against codified speciesism and slavery, mainly governing inter planetary grievances and space station or ship laws), and invited us to join.

It was shockingly smooth and painless (we were later told that this had been done over 100 times and they study a planet's media and politics for at least 10 years to plan the ideal first contact).

We were happy and excited, and the universe was a wonder. But we noticed an odd, non reverence? that we were being treated with. Aliens would start to bow then stop themselves, begin to speak increadibly formaly and then correct themselves and return to jargon. None of which we saw occur between any other species.

We also saw some aliens that never interacted with us. They would be on ships, planets, stations, see us then run away, we never saw them on the council floor, but there was a throne that was conspicuously empty.

And from what we saw they were beautiful. The consensus on the net was that they were around 7 feet tall, had some kind of multi hued hide (there was no agreement if they were scales, increadibly fine fur, or anything else). Their faces were more similar to ours than any other species, they had the same number of joints and fingers. Finally, they had gossamer wings akin to that of a butterfly, that could fold flat against their bodies.

One man also claimed that he had seen one flying outside a station with no suit, but he was ridiculed.

Any search turned up nothing, and other Aliens dodged the question when it was asked.

It took 10 years for them to speak with us. And they shattered our world.

"We are Salamander, you are Axolotl, but the iodine once so prevalent on Earth has been extinct for over 400 000 years. Your aging process is not the ceasing of biological readiness, but the preparation for metamorphosis. Your skin hangs loose so that your skeleton system has room to grow. Bones soften so they can be rebuilt into a larger more elegant collagen structure. Your teeth fall out so new ones may grow. A long time ago, we went to the stars, millions of us. The process was faulty, and our computers were fried, with no way to find earth again. So we settled on a new planet, thrived and built the galactic federation. But we were always searching for our home. We found it several thousand years ago, and what we saw shocked us.

No sign of our civilization remained, there were no elders, just children, living to at most a fifth of a proper lifespan. and there were no Kencha fruits to extend your lives and make you whole.

Oh but the lives you lived!

The strength of Arm and Mind that once would have been spread across half a millennia condensed into a few short years!

So we left our poor grandchildren, as we would any species at that stage.

But now the Salamander can speak with the Axolotl.

Should you desire it, we have the Iodine."

[jorrmungandr]

(￣﹃￣)

Ugh, man, I slept okay last night, but I was interrupted by a cramp.

It's so embarrassing to go from horrible, agonizing pain back to feeling compeltely fine in like 30 seconds. Still have a little twinge, it was right on the back of my calf, very odd.

Workin' from home again today. Don't know how much I'm really gonna get done in these last two days before my long vacation. I get 11 days off in a row! All next week, and then monday of the following week for New Years Day.

I've been getting back into Warhammer 40k lately, just a bit. Someone I follow on tumblr (you know who you are :P) got really into it recently, mostly Necrons because of some books (The Infinite and The Divine, I believe). That got me curious, so I looked up what's new. Apparently they're on the TENTH edition now, which is wild. There are a bunch more Imperial factions... and exactly one new Xenos faction (space dwarves are back!).

I was super into Warhammer when I was like 7-10 years old. Not, like, playing the game, obviously, but reading rulebooks and lore and whatnot. I remember I somehow had a Citadel Miniatures Catalogue for like 1997, used to just sit around looking through it. Plus a bunch of issues of White Dwarf, of course. I was way into Chaos Space Marines, I got that codex and absolutely loved it. Had so much cool art and little snippets of fiction.

40k was in its second edition, and I remember with third edition came out and started introducing these wild new plastic model kits. Almost everything was metal back then. That edition change was the first big attempt to simplify the game, as it was wildly complicated before. The vehicle rules were incomprehensible, many units had whole pages of special rules, there were tons of percentile tables to roll on, scatter dice, etc. But third edition slimmed everything down and introduced a lot of suffocating structure to army rules that I didn't like.

Looking at the new rules, it seems like things have swung back in the other direction a bit in the intervening years. Or, at least, they've ended up back there in the latest course correction. Army-building rules are very loose, and all the rules about resolving combat are very simple now. The focus of complexity is on these like... tactical maneuvers, which I still don't quite understand. Seems to works similarly to how magic worked in Warhammer Fantasy back in the day.

Speaking of, I'm still mad that that game is essentially dead. Age of Sigmar is lame. Lame, I say! It seems bizarre that GW decided to kill it when that Total War game was gaining steam, but whatever.

Anyway, I haven't like bought any models, I'm not going crazy. Just bought an Adeptus Mechanicus codex. I like the look of their models, it's really cool that they're finally a proper army faction. Especially the Kastelan Robots, I love the idea that they just... found these ancient, invincible robots and strapped guns to 'em. In 2nd edition, there would definitely be some insane rules where you had to roll to maintain control of them or they'd wander in a random (scatter dice!) direction every turn....

[definitelynotalpharius]

Sainted Apocalypse, Castigator-Class MBT

// Sainted Apocalypse, Castigator class main battle tank: online. //

// Crew status, optimal. //

// Crew class: Adepta Sororitas; Order: Argent Shroud. //

// Begin battle log. //

SA-TD: "She's online, sister Sigirid."

SA-TS: "Wonderful. You ought to have been an Enginseer."

SA-TD: "I'd sooner swear the oath of repentance than be amongst those heretics."

SA-TL: "Careful. The Cult Mechanicum was sanctioned by The God Emperor Himself, sister Angeline."

SA-TD: "Oh. Is that because our 'lovely' dominus gave you those augmetics, oh sister 'Manus'?"

SA-TL: "To liken me to one of His sons is not but a compliment, sister Angeline."

SA-TG: "Sisters, I believe we're on a schedule. Quit your bickering and allow the Superior to begin the briefing before we're all sworn to the repentia."

SA-TS: "Thank you, sister Dominica. Our target is this forested area south of Hab-836, Hive Secundus. Cannoness Apocrifa has gotten herself into a unfaivorable position against the xenos filth. Our infiltration point is here, we're ariving via LOD along with 3 squadrons of seraphim and several retributor squads..."

SA-TD: "We're dropping from low orbit?!"

SA-TS: "Objections have already been made to Palatine Silvia. Her response was... It bears no need of repetition."

SA-TL: "We'll be fine. Just strap yourself in, nice an tight."

SA-TS: "As I was saying: were to lead a relief force. Prepare for a rough battle, reports mention xenos-tech is relatively effective against conventional armor. Any questions? Good. Mout up!"

// DRIVER LINK: ESTABLISHED //

SA-TS: "Status!"

SA-TD: "Machine spirit under control. Sound!"

SA-TL: "Sound, Superior!"

SA-TG: "Sound, sister!"

SA-TS: "Sound! Driver, advance... Prepare for drop."

SA-TG: "What is our intel on the xenos, sister Sigrid?"

SA-TS: "They've a propensity for technology. Heavy use of abominable intelligence. They also use machines mimicing the Titanicus. Drop in 30!"

SA-TL: "Expected armor?"

SA-TS: "Lesser. Heavy void shielding."

SA-TL: "Ah. I triple sanctified our ammunition myself..."

SA-TG: "Then we're definitely doomed..."

SA-TL: "HOW D-"

// ORBITAL DROP INITIATED //

AS-C: "See, sisters?! Reinforcements!"

AS-CS: "CANNONESS, LOOK O-"

AS-C: "A glorious death in His name! We charge! Bring the filthy xenos to heel! Castigator Crew, close fire support!"

SA-TS: "Aye, Cannoness. The Sainted Apocalypse is at your service. Driver, advance 1200!"

SA-TG: "Contact - Xenos Tank - 335!"

SA-TS: "Gunner - Sanct - Tank!"

SA-TG: "IDENTIFY!"

SA-TL: "UP!"

SA-TS: "FIRE!"

SA-TG: "HIT!"

SA-TS: "DRIVER - REVERSE - 400. Contact - h.. hounds?"

SA-TG: "Hounds?"

SA-TS: "By the Throne. They're actual hounds. 65"

SA-TG: "Should I fire?"

SA-TS: "Gunner - Pyre - Hold! I'll clear the horde with the HB."

SA-TG: "Standing by!"

SA-TL: "UP!"

SA-TS: "THRONE PERSERVE US! THEY'RE CHARGING!"

SA-TD: "They cannot get through the armor..."

// Alarm: Hull Breach //

SA-TS: "Ram them back, I'm getting the SB. Dominica, man the HB!"

SA-TG: "Aye, Superior!"

// Alarm: Engine Damage //

SA-TD: "Su-Superior! The... The machine spirit, it's fighting back..."

SA-TS: "We're clear. Driver - Reverse - 1200. Gunner, man the MBC."

SA-TG: "Aye, Superior!"

AS-C: "Status, Apocalypse!"

SA-TS: "Sustainable damage, falling back to backline."

AS-C: "Negative. Priority target, 1500 meters south of my position. Take it out."

SA-TS: "*sigh* Gunner - Sanct -"

SA-TG: "IDENTIFY!"

SA-TL: "UP!"

SA-TS: "FIRE!"

SA-TG: "HIT! Wait, was that all? Throne, it's reduced to mist."

AS-C: "Good shot, sisters! That was quicker than expected."

SA-TS: "We aim to serve."

AS-C: "And to kill, I see. Pull back for repairs, the cowards are withdrawing..."

SA-TS: "Compliance."

SA-TL: "Not our best work, I have to say..."

SA-TD: "Not our worst either. You've all your limbs, and Sigrid still has her good eye."

SA-TG: "Either way, that's at least two more notches."

SA-TS: "One. That last kill was... dishonorable. I'll not have it sully my Castigator."

// Battle log end. //

[flynnswhumpprompts]

Hero In Need of Saving- 3

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The three days that followed were bliss, Xen did whatever he wanted, which turned into a hell of a lot of sleeping. He ate randomly, not too worried about Em's warnings right now, and the soup was gone by dinner the third day.

Even the fourth day into the storm, it was light, but his agency told him to stay inside until it was gone. "ALL THE WAY GONE." was the last text he got from the team's medic. Though it did make him worry about what Em would say. Sure he had a valid excuse, but that might not matter to her.

So about midday he strapped into his gear, grabbing the jacket made for him and sent Em a text to let her know he was on the field. He kept the gear lose around his shoulder and thigh, where the injuries were still healing, but otherwise felt fine. Felt great if it weren't for the constant nagging worry of what Em may do today.

Em replied with a thumbs up emoji before sending him the address for the first job she wanted him to handle. "Tree fell over, handle it please."

Xen sighed and got on the move. The job was on the other side of town. Of course it was. He'd probably be ran around all day if Em deemed it so. She was probably too busy to come mess with him herself.

The rest of the day did continue like that. He'd finish a job and then get sent across town to do something else. He didn't even get much a break to regain any stamina after burning through a bunch of stuff to help out. Though he didn't say shit about feeling tired or complain about the work.

At least, up until the point someone slammed him out of sky while he was running along buildings. He caught himself on a ledge, his shoulder screaming as he slowly dropped himself to the ground. "Fucking hell of course-" He rubbed his shoulder and looked around.

A familiar face grinned from the shadows. "Aww, poor hero boy~ Thrown from his safety~" Wardog cackled from the safety of the shadows.

Xen rolled his eyes, flames dancing up his arms as he went for the villain. "Get your ass over here so I can take it to jail!" He snapped. He was so not in the mood.

"You just wanna see me all tied up for you dont you?" Wardog ran out of the way, shadows reaching out to stop Xen. One wrapped itself close to that shoulder he'd seen Xen rubbing. "Come on Xeno, just admit it~"

Xen lunged again, growling. He let out a cry when that shadow dug into his shoulder, slammed back by a hard kick to the chest. "Go to hell." He spit out, trying to grab ahold of Wardog again. He ignored the growing pain in his shoulder.

"Already there baby~" Wardog laughed and danced away again. He put his hands behind his back. "You know what, kiss me and you can do whatever you want with me."

Xen punched him across the cheek instead. "Can it, I'll kiss you when hell freezes over." He went for the capture, only for something to jerk him back, holding him to the wall. He went feral, kicking out and snarling. "LET ME GO!"

Wardog rubbed his cheek, a pout on his lips. "Xeno, that hurt~" He whined. The shadows he held started tightening, specifically around Xen's throat. "All I wanted was a kiss~"

Xen clawed at the shadows, flames igniting at his fingers as he tried to rid the area of any darkness. He kicked out when Wardog got close, thrashing like his life depended on it, mostly because it did. Another shadow wrapped itself around Xen's waist to limit the thrashing.

Wardog peered up at Xen, tapping his chin. "Hmm, what to do with you?" He gave a cheeky grin before the shadows tightened more. "Maybeeeeee~ this!"

Xen was confused for a moment, until he felt the shadows fall away. He coughed hard as he tried to suck in some air. He glared at Wardog while trying to recover.

Wardog flicked his wrist and a solid box of shadows wrapped around Xen, throwing him into the nearest building.

While he was relieved it wasn't bricks he hit, glass wasn't much better as glass dug into Xen's sides. He pushed himself up though, shaking it off and charging out again.

Wardog clicked his tounge. "Poor baby never learns."

Something dropped on Xen, but he didn't have time to find out as everything blacked out for him. The faint sound of Em yelling sounding off somewhere outside his skull. Who knows what would happen now, he was exposed, weaponless, and unable to fight.

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