#the leigon

[bubbasbubblebutt]

"But he's so lonely!"

"Susie put that thing down it's nasty"

[emodrstan]

If you're playing as Nic Cage and teabagging, not helping your teammates or being an ass, I'm gonna mori you

[themetalhiro]

I was given the honor of drawing @starfried s dream blunt rotation- thank you for your order 💪

[diabolicalevil]

Which Primarchs would beg during a break up?

inspired by @ladyoflucky 's post thank youu for letting me do this

https://www.tumblr.com/ladyoflucky/787103199830081536?source=share

Lion El'johnson: highly unlikely. he would keep up an arrogant front to the bitter end of the break up. but in private he is a disaster, especially stuck on anger and depression of the stages of grief. in the 6 months he'll magically start appearing around you again

Fulgrim: oh my god, he's begging, he's crying. it's embarrassing. bar, I don't know, a war council infront of the emperor there is no place he wouldn't get on his knees and proclaim his love. he will stop at nothing to get his lover back

Perturabo: absolutely not. very stone faced the whole time but as soon as you leave he is flipping tables and destroying anything he made for you. very petulant man!

Jaghatai Khan: one of the more normal ones. by that I mean no, but he would ask why and ask you to stay. ultimately he is accepting of you moving on and he will too

Leman Russ: no, he's also too proud and quite rude during the break up. extremely torn up over it though, cause let's be honest he probably did something that warranted this. within time he'll calm down and maybe try to re-enter your life. if this is successful you'll get the full "baby baby please take me back baby baby please" (space wolves as back up singers included!)

Rogal Dorn: kind of paralysed the entire break up but obviously distraught. mere hours later after realising that by "over" you mean over he's knocking on your door and tripping over himself to make amends. he's expressive as a piece of paper but he folds like one too

Konrad Curze: You Will Not Be Breaking Up With Him. Sit Back Down.

Sanguinius: yeah,,, somehow more embarrassing than fulgrim. he looks like the world is crashing down on him. not many on this list would truly get on their knees and cry and grovel but he would and he'd mean every word of it

Ferrus Manus: no but he's hanging on by a thread internally. he immediately goes to self loathing and while he does understand and accept your answer every bone in his body is telling him to start begging for forgiveness

Angron: no :( he's sad about it too. he thinks this was inevitable and once the initial anger subsidies the misery is all consuming. but he probably couldn't bring himself to face you again

Roboute Guilliman: hes being very sensible about it in the moment., but perhaps a few days later he sees something that reminds me of you and it punches him in the dick SO hard. immediately launches a campaign to win you back so intense it might as well be begging

Mortarion: no, probably not. like angron hates himself and thinks this would have always happened but his anger manifests outwardly. days later he understands he blew it for good resigns himself to the lonely life he imagined before you

Magnus: yeah, I think so. not much begging in the moment but if that fails, he'll start doing a little bit of dream invasion privacy. pleading with you to take him back in your dream and if that too fails, he would consider altering your mind to a more favourable opinion of him

Horus Lupercal: yes but not in a screaming crying kinda way. he's on his knees but only to meet your eyes and speak to you on your level. waxing poetics about how you're the only respite from his never ending list of expectations and how every moment has brought him nothing but peace. asks for one final chance to make it right

Lorgar Aurelian: oh my god. oh my God. he's not just on his knees his head is on the floor, he would kiss your feet if not for the fact he wouldn't deign touch the divine without permission. his begging starts getting jumbled with scripture as he starts to believe this is divine punishment

Vulkan: if you're breaking up with him something out of both of your control has gone terribly wrong. from the bottom of his heart understands but he can't help but kneel infront of you and ask to embrace one last time if nothing else

Corvus Corax: no, but he understands and perhaps a part of him expected it. you're far too different to have stayed together long. he still vows to never let harm come to you

Alpharius/Omegon: another firm you are not breaking up with them. however if you did somehow get such a silly idea nothing is off the table to make you stay. if it's begging you want, then they beg. if all else fails diva ur going in the dungeonn

sorry if this is a bit dramatic but im truly of the opinion that astartes and primarchs experience emotion and sensations far more intensely than humans do. don't got shit to back it up but that's my opinion

[puhpandas]

here’s a doodle of another dr rabbit design i had a vision of yesterday

[spocks-husband]

Consider: Talia being Bruce's undercover agent into the Legion Of Doom (or the Secret Society Of Super Villains-- idk just some miscellaneous bad guy club) and having to help organize the JLA to eliminate the threat they're planning and the whole mission is literally just "No Talia, you can't kill Green Lantern. Yes I know he's annoying. No, leave Booster Gold alone. I know. I know, babe, but we need him. Technically we do. Babe. Babe stop hitting on Diana. Babe I'm right here. Stop. StOp it."

If I wrote this fic would you read it because it's very tempting.

[umbralundertaker]

So called villain likers when you like a villain more evil than like dr doofenshmirtz

[aestknowsbest]

your bernard rp acc has given me the urge to make a tim one omg 😭😭

girl do it. dO IT. we can be chaotic TOGETHER give IN to your impulses!!

[anoant]

Humanstuck dump (mostly pinoykat)

[the-fiction-witch]

Stay

Media - The Last Legion Character - Emperor Romulus Augustus (Age Up) Couple - Romulus X Reader Reader - Y/n (Celtic Girl) Rating - 15 Word Count - 1598

Romulus thought he would enjoy the expanse of his empire, after so many years sitting on the throne in Rome listening to politics. He wanted some real action! So gathered a legion of his best and took to expanding the empire. However, he very quickly regretted this idea. It's Wet. Rainy. Cold. Muddy. No wine and warm baths to enjoy. Especially this far from any developed Roman cities. Nothing but muddy hills and Celtic villages. And it couldn't be helped all he'd had for… his own enjoyment the last year was the few toothless baker's daughters and matted hags from the Celtic villages. And even they screamed and ran from him like they were princesses worthy of their virtue saving.

He trotted his horse through the thick mud, rain battering them as they entered the small Celtic village. As usual, people were going about their business without much interest. Romulus sighed, He looked around hoping, as always, to find someone beautiful for him to amuse himself with. He was about to give up, but he spotted someone.

A girl, she looked around his age. She wore no shoes, a long brown skirt, white blouse and a leather corset vest and a woven wool shawl similar to many other women around. She carried a basket in her hand as she walked peacefully through the rain and mud, keeping her basket close and out of the rain.

Romulus's eyes went almost wide at the sight of this girl. He didn't think that something like this could exist out in this mud and sticks! She looked completely different to the girls at court in Rome, And it seemed that she didn't even notice the legion of soldiers marching through the village. He motioned the Legion to a stop with a hand, and he watched the girl. He was actually entranced. He took a few deep breaths to gather himself, then dismounted and slowly he approached her. There was no need to scare away the only beautiful thing in this blasted nation. He tried using one of the few words of Celtic he knew while he stood and stared at her, as she stood with an oblivious innocence.

She saw him approach, flinching slightly in surprise and softly smiling.

“You… speak… Latin?” he asked slowly,

She smiled and nodded,

“You are… very different… from the others…”

"Thank you." She bowed her head. "Do you need food? Water? Beds? For the men?"

He blinked. “We-yes! Food. Water. Beds, that would be… perfect!”

She nodded and helped to organize things with the various people in the village, at the inn, farms and blacksmith so the legion could get food, water, weapons repaired and of course a warm place to sleep tonight.

As usual, the Legion were not the quietest. their soldiers quickly began ordering the best food, the best beds, the best of everything. Many of the young soldiers were already trying to grab at the girls. The village wasn't thrilled, but they needed the gold they brought, so they didn't argue too much.

The girl finished up and began her walk through the village, clearly going home.

But, of course, Romulus couldn't just let her out of his sight so easily. “What's your… name?”

"hummm?"

He said, a bit louder so that she could hear him, "Your name! What is your name?"

She softly giggled. "Y/n."

He almost smiled, hearing her giggling. “Y/n?” he repeated.

She nodded,

He let out a small hum. “It's… a pretty name…”

"Thank you." She bowed her head. "Name?"

He almost forgot. He had yet to introduce himself. He was so used to the fact that people would know who he was. “Oh! I….- I'm Romulus. Romulus Augustus.”

Rosanna nodded. "Rom-u-wus?"

“Very close.” he almost laughed hearing her trying to pronounce his name in her cute little accent. “Romulus, yes!”

"Romulus." She nodded again,

He was oddly pleased to hear her say it right, “Where are you… going… now?”

"Home." She smiled,

He was surprised to hear her say that, but it made sense. “Home?” he questioned,

She nodded, tapping her basket,

“What do you have in that basket?”

Y/n giggled softly, untied the basket and opened the lid enough that he could peek into the wicker basket. There were some small blankets and a little black cat sat inside. It's large blue eyes looking out at him. The kitten mewed before she closed the lid once more. "Milo." She smiled. "He … Not… Like… Rain."

“Not like rain?” he repeated, his curiosity peaked.

"Milo, not like rain." She nodded, "non rain days he walks. With me. Or on the shoulder. But not like rain. So stays in basket"

It was a cute thing to imagine. a girl with her cat on her shoulder, wandering around the village during a nice, Sunny day. He found himself… not wanting her to go home. But he didn't really have an excuse to ask her to stay. “He's… very special to you. Isn't he?”

she nodded,

“I have… never met anyone… like you,” he said.

She softly giggled. "Thank you." She nodded. "You have … Bed? And meat? Yourself?"

“Oh yes, he had plenty of meat and beds. The legion was being pampered and spoiled.” He nodded. “I have everything I could ever want!” he said, slightly too excited.

She nodded and went to turn to go,

“Wait! No!-” but… but, what excuse would he have!? He was an Emperor. He was supposed to be above all of this, these… feelings! and yet, he couldn't let her walk away. He couldn't let her leave. “W-wait!”

She turned to face him with a Andt smile,

“Could… could I join… you?”

She giggled and nodded, offering her arm.

He hesitated for almost a second before he took her arm. Her touch was so warm. it was almost as if everything, the Legion, the village, the rain, the mud, everything, almost seemed to fade away into the background as he followed her.

She led him across the village to an adorable little house with a thatched roof and a garden surrounded by a gate. She led him inside the place. The furniture was all wood, a fire burned warmly, and the place was crammed and cosy and comfortable. She set the basket on the table and opened it up, allowing the black cat to slither out and move to sit on a pre-prepared basket by the fire to warm up.

He looked over the place. It was quaint, simple, not a palace like his own. Yet he found he liked it a lot. It was cozy, comfortable, and there was a warmth to it that couldn't be created in a palace full of marble and gold. “Is… is this… where you live?” he asked, looking around the room and then to her.

She nodded, taking a pot from the fire and pouring the hot water into a teapot. "Home."

He took a deep breath as she made them tea. He stood a bit awkward, trying to find something to say. He had a Legion at his command, an Empire, he was the blood of cesar. Yet, here he was, in a little rural house in the middle of Celtic Britannia, with a little village girl. and for the first time in his life, he felt almost… peaceful. and content.

She poured him a cup of tea, patting one of the chairs beside the fire as she took the other,

He took the cup of tea, still a little stunned. She was so kind, so nice and… sweet. He could feel warmth spreading through his body as he sipped the hot tea. and he found her to be more beautiful than he had noticed before. She was a natural beauty. the type that could be stunning in a ball gown, and yet, also, she looked just… as good with a simple woolen shawl. He tried to relax a little. Even if the house was smaller than almost anything he had ever grown accustomed to in the Palace in Rome. but at the same time, there was something homely and natural about it. like the way her simple clothes and the fire in the fireplace and the smell of the fire and the herbs she must use… it just felt… real. more real than anything he had ever experienced in his life. this little girl couldn't possibly be- his thought stopped, suddenly.

Y/n giggled softly as Milo climbed up the chair and curled up in her lap, She immediately began to pet and soothe the black cat as it shut its eyes and began to purr.

Romulus’s heart simply melted at the sight, and he couldn’t even begin to think of ever leaving this place. “..I… Y/n?” he spoke up without thinking.

“Romulus?” She nodded,

“I… I…” he stuttered before he set down his tea and took her hand in his, “I don’t ever want to leave this place; I don’t ever want to leave your sight… I… I want to stay here. With you. At this moment, for the rest of my life. Here in this little cottage with you, with Milo… I… I never want to leave.”

“Humm?” She asked, her head turned to the side, confused by how many words and how quickly he said them.

“I… What I mean is… I… I Like… You.”

She giggled, “Like you, too.”

“Can… Can I… stay? With… you? And… With… Milo?”

She smiled and nodded gently. “Stay.” She smiled, squeezing his hand softly,

Romulus almost wanted to cry; he didn’t know how long she’d let him stay, but even if it was just another moment, he’d be happy. He kissed her knuckles softly and settled into the chair warming his feet by the fire as he finally truly relaxed.

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Pet Parents

Some fics that feature a character with a small creature(s) to care for/dote on.

Tookas Adopt the Coruscant Guard (AO3) - "How Cucumber Salad and his siblings saved the Guard and ended the war."

Her Majesty, Alor of Torrent, First of Her Name and Scourge of Mousedriods (AO3) - "Jesse finds a tooka on a covert scout mission. She insists on following him back to the ship. The Alor has spoken."

Whisker Me Away (AO3) - "Or, Adding new cats to his cat cafe clowder never failed to be a unique experience. What Keigo hadn't expected was the convoluted back story his newest cat possessed, or that the former owner wanted his cat back." Set to Private

Paws for Thought (AO3) - "In which Dorian, despite his best efforts, acquires a cat."

One and Done (AO3) - "As an orphan on Earth, Brigid Shepard was doing fine on her own - until the universe bestowed upon her a friend in need. Years later, during sleepless nights watching the FTL distortion across the blast shield of the Normandy, she tells the best pilot in the Alliance all about Hunter and the metaphor takes on a life of its own. It takes a while before either of them realizes they're not really talking about the cat."

Bonus: We Are Robot (AO3) - "A Roomba does not exactly meet the standard definition of a pet, but if Legion is satisfied with the way things are going, then so is Shepard. She's just got to do her part to make sure no one else accidentally steps on the thing. Pure, unadulterated fluff, featuring Legion, a Roomba, and the crew of the Normandy."

[bubbasbubblebutt]

it was the redeemer

[queenie-official]

It’s a great year to be a mixer

[themetalhiro]

Real metalhiro oldheads know

[diabolicalevil]

I was gonna post abt where the fuck do chaos space marines get their cleaning supplies, armour paint, tools etc then I realised they pillage them. and oh my God is that hilarious

"Lord Infantus Genocidian! this Imperial ship contains microfibre cloths AND detergents"

"KILL MAIM BURN KILL MAIM BURN KILL MAIM BURN NONE SHALL BE LEFT ALIVE"

[puhpandas]

PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️VANNY IN DBD HOPE IS RETURNING