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"you could've made anything, you made a sword."

some messy perturabo scribblesssss

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The 'Iron' Fangirl squad assembling

Yes, Twitter is savage, but the compassion is real, and the compassionate fangirls are real, too.

Today, the term has been invented by the Iron Fangirl Squad, a group of Ferrus and Perturabo enthusiasts. We are small in number, but our love is plenty for both.

In summary, the energy on my timeline is described in this picture.

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A sequel to my plush Perturabo post

Man finally got cuddled!

And smooched

Previous post here

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Just really love Perturabo ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ

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Perturabo had never cared for his son. He had known from the moment the child had been born that Maximus was flawed. A disappointment like the rest of his legion. Perturabo had done his best to refine the boy, to turn him into a worthy astartes, but he wasn't a miracle worker. He couldn't fix something that was broken from the very beginning.

Despite this, Perturabo had kept Maximus close, even when once the boy had officially joined the Iron Warriors as another space marine. He reasoned it to be out of shame. Better keep an eye on the boy and make sure he didn't embarrass Perturabo any further. After all, that was his blood, flowing through his veins. His genes which had crafted this flawed specimen. He had to take some sort of responsibility, he supposed.

So why does he feel like both his hearts have just been ripped out?

The Battle of Isstvan V had been more difficult than initially assumed. The loyalists had fought back remarkably well, considering the fact that they had been caught completely off guard. But it was almost over now, just a couple of stragglers and minor skirmishes left. Clean up. The worst of it was supposed to be over now.

Perturabo had not expected to find Maximus skewered on a loyalist's sword, rapidly growing paler by the second as he bled out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-" Maximus whispered under his breath and when he saw his father approach, his expression twisted into one of genuine remorse and shame. "I'm sorry, I wasn't strong enough, I couldn't hold the line, I let my guard down, I failed you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Perturabo said nothing as he knelt by Maximus side, said nothing as he inspected the fatal wound that had pierced through several of his major organs. Dying. Perturabo's son was dying.

Small. Perturabo had always thought his son had been too small but it felt so viscerally wrong now.

The Primarch looked Maximus in the eyes and instead of seeing a wounded astartes, he saw the little boy that once had gotten hurt during a training exercise and begged his father for forgiveness for not being good enough. Back then, Perturabo had sneered and told him to stop pleading, that it made him look weak and pathetic. Maximus had taken those words to heart as he had never done it again. Until now, that is.

Maximus wheezed. "I'm sorry father, please don't hate me."

Normally, Perturabo would have felt disgusted by this blatant display of weakness. Of the lack of discipline. But any condemning words he had died before they could even reach his lips. He didn't feel disgusted, like he ought to. Instead he just felt so very empty.

"I don't hate you" Perturabo finally said and felt a detached form of surprise when he realized he was speaking the truth. Maximus started at him with wide, glassy eyes and Perturabo felt the need to say... Something. But he didn't know what. Praise felt hollow. Reassurance false. Words just didn't feel like enough, so instead he grabbed his son's hand in his own. "I don't hate you, Maximus" he repeated, more to himself this time. Again, the truth of the statement surprised him.

Had Perturabo not spent all these years loathing his son? Cursing his weakness and the shame he had brought him as a father? Perturabo knew hate, was intimately familiar with the feeling, so he knew that was what he had been feeling. But if WASN'T towards Maximus, who had it been meant for?

A wet cough from Maximus snapped him out of his musings. His son (stars, his SON) clenched his armored hand weakly and Pertufound himself leaning closer, his other hand reaching for Maximus shoulder as if to steady him.

Maximus' expression of despair eased by a fraction and his body relaxed. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep, shuddering breath, before opening them once more and looking his father directly in the eyes. He cracked a sad, remorseful smile.

"I'm sorry I failed to make you proud, father."

And then he was gone. Perturabo saw the light leave his son's eyes, heard his hearts beat one last time before coming to a full stop. Yet he could not accept it. Maximus could not be dead. Not really. He was alive just a moment ago, talking, looking him in the eyes. It wasn't right. IT WASN'T FAIR!

Perturabo wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to tear open a hole in his chest and rip out the pain and grieg that was overwhelming him. But he did none of that. Instead he just kneeled by his son's body, still holding his hand.

Finally, he knew what he should have told his son when he had still had the chance. "It was I who failed you, Maximus."

But it was too late now.

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Пожму руку.

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эх ты блять младший лейтенант, писька за губой.

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Сука кто бы ты ни был загадочный анонимный жополиз я тебя найду.

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"My lord."

She bowed low, trying to show her gratitude from the very start. Perturabo wasn't the Primarch who allowed audiences with mortals easily, it was an awfully long and painful process to reach him, and, however dissatisfied she was with the whole ordeal, her goal was worth every single second.

"Make it quick," Perturabo said, glaring at her from his command throne.

Of course he wouldn't make it private. There were a few of his sons standing around, working on some routine at the bridge.

She smiled and raised her eyes to meet his.

"I've come here to humbly ask for your first captain's hand."

For a moment it felt like the whole bridge fell silent. Even the Iron Blood seemed to quieten down, surprised to her nuclear core.

Perturabo's face didn't express anything. But he was silent for a whole minute after hearing her words, and it was an answer in itself.

He turned away from her and placed a finger to his gorget, calling the said captain to the bridge. And until Forrix, confused, blessed the still shocked place with his presence, the Primarch hasn't uttered a word.

Kydomor inherited many of his father's talents, and one of them helped him to keep an indifferent expression as he saw her. The girl, one of the younger serfs of Mechanicum, had the questionable luck of ending up at Iron Warriors' fleet, and, as much as it taught her many interesting things, it distanced her from her rather conservative colleagues.

Soon her status of the serf was unofficially changed. The first captain found pleasure in her company, showing her advanced simulation technologies and introducing her to the Primarch's works on advanced math and engineering.

She stayed just a serf on paper, even a candidate for a servitorisation, which was stated as her possible career perspective. But none of her Mechanicus supervisors dared to distract her from attending the first captain's personal requests.

Since the legion now mostly consisted of olympians, rumors spread among warriors quicker than it was dignified for Astartes. Forrix and his little pet used to get quite a lot of attention until everyone came to peace with the strange routine the strange captain created for himself with his strange human.

And Forrix was sincerely happy those rumors never reached Perturabo's ears. He definitely wasn't ready for everything that would consequently come after this.

"So, my honorable first captain, Kydomor Forrix the Breaker, named Kaidomo at birth..." Perturabo began listing Forrix' titles, and his malevolent grin grew exponentially as he did so.

Forrix was glancing at him and at his "pet" with his one good eye, his worry growing in tact with Perturabo's somehow evil and mocking joy.

"...I see you now have a mistress, who's rather... dedicated."

Perturabo was looking at his son, waiting for an answer. But Forrix was silent, a lump in his throat.

"Answer me when I talk to you, captain!" Perturabo slammed his fist onto the iron armrest of his throne.

"That is correct, my lord," Kydomor said quickly.

"Good."

Forrix' mind was storming. He thought about his... talented assistant, with whom he had an exclusively platonic relationship, he thought about how humiliated he felt when his friendship was described by Perturabo with that tone and those words, and he thought about his position and reputation, crumbling in front of him. He hated himself for allowing a liability to appear in his life, he hated himself for not being strong enough to push her away. And he hated himself for worrying about her fate more than he worried about his own fate.

He hated that he convinced himself it was just platonic. That she was just a very talented, very gifted girl, who helped him with minor tasks and gave him food for thoughts. He hated that he spent hours, days and weeks thinking about her and never let any of his true feelings show.

He hated that he did so little to protect her and that he didn't have neither time nor courage to talk to her sincerely.

He didn't even edit her personal file to delete the possibility of servitorisation. And now... it seemed like it was too late.

She must've read it in his gaze. Because all of her bravado disappeared, and Forrix saw how her body tensed, ready to run towards him in a foolish attempt to protect... both of them.

Perturabo sighed tiredly, and the sound filled the room.

"Why exactly have you two decided to spend my time for such a reason? Are we the order of ancient chivalry? Or, maybe, girl, you messed up the numbers and think you're on the third's ship?"

Forrix turned to Perturabo confused.

"My lord-"

"Listen to me carefully, Kydomor Forrix. Whatever you do with your serfs, whether you kill, fuck or marry them, is none of my concern until you fulfill your duties. You two can do whatever you want, and if you want to get married, you don't need my permission. And I definitely do not need to know what kind of relationship my sons have with mortals."

Forrix blinked. Married? Wasn't he called here to be disciplined? He noticed how the girl's face lit up, and felt even more lost.

"Now get out of here and, please, don't make me see any of those scenes in the future."

Forrix was frozen and silent, while the girl spoke:

"So we have your blessing, my lord?"

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BRIDGE!"

Forrix practically stormed out of the doors with his talented serf friend in his hands.

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When they left, Perturabo sighed deeply and shook his head.

"Romantics... As if my blessing is going to bring anything good upon you..."

Consider:

Asking a primarch for his blessing to propose to one of his sons. Or depending on the primarch just for his son's hand.

Asking Guilliman permission to propose to Cato, then after laughing a few minutes, realizing you're serious, trying to talk you down like "but WHY", eventually relenting because he thinks its going to be so so funny when Cato finds out they asked him and treated him like a planet governors eligable daughter.

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He looks awesome but I can't stop thinking that he's not half-snake but a half-roundworm. It somehow makes the whole concept of daemon Fulgrim worse and times better.

Second piece I did for @secretsanguinala exchange

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I'm sorry but I think there's definitely some unhealthy power dynamic between Honsou and Forrix. Forrix, as the first captain, has an unsatisfied paternal instinct, and Honsou, who never met Perturabo as a *father* desperately needs a parent figure in his life, but they make it even more incestial and unhealthy. I mean, in the Iron Storm Forrix screeches at Honsou, telling him that he'd spend thousands of years teaching him and feeding his flame because he saw potential in the halfbreed, and Honsou is not happy with being forcefully adopted like this, but doesn't really resist.

The Iron Warrior urge to obsess about your crush in a way that annihilates the both of you.

They really are the most passionate legion.

Also, what is it with Iron Warriors and only dating outside of their own legion? Have two Iron Warriors ever dated each other? I can't come up with any.

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𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫.

Key points:

Blue text means it's a short story or a novel

The bat 🦇 means Konrad is present

The knife 🔪 means Sevatar is present

Many of these cover a vast timeline: I've put them in this order based on the narrator (example: Vulkan speaking about Nostramo just before Istvaan) or the first chapter (Child of Night starts immediately after Nikaea but ends during the HH)

I ignored books where they appear for 1 line only and do nothing important. I also ignored "Lion: son of the Forest" because that thing is actually a warp-thing and not the real Konny.

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐞

Sigismund: the eternal crusader , by John French (🔪)

Konrad Curze: A lesson in darkness, by Ian St. Martin (🦇) [AUDIODRAMA]

The Abyssal Edge, by ADB (🦇) (🔪)

The Dark King, by Graham McNeill (🦇)

Child of Night, by John French (🔪)

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐲

Artefact, by Nick Kyme (🦇 mentioned)

The first heretic, by ADB (🦇 short appearance) (🔪 has like 2 lines tho)

Massacre, by ADB

Vulkan lives, by Nick Kyme (🦇)

Savage weapons, by ADB (🦇) (🔪)

Prince of crows, by ADB (🦇) (🔪)

The Long night, by ADB (🔪)

Unremembered Empire, by Dan Abnett (🦇 short appearance)

The lightning tower, by Dan Abnett (🦇 mentioned)

A safe and Shadowed place, by Guy Haley

Pharos, by Guy Haley (🦇)

Painted count, by Guy Haley

Angels of Caliban, by Gav Thorpe (🦇)

Ruinstorm, by David Annandale (🦇)

The lost and the Damned, by Guy Haley

The End and the Dead Vol. II, by Dan Abnett

Konrad Curze: The night Haunter, by Guy Haley.(🦇) (🔪)

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Lord of the Night, by Simon Spurrier

Red Tithe, by Robbie Macniven

Soul Hunter, by ADB

Throne of lies, by ADB

Blood Reaver, by ADB

Void Stalker, by ADB

Masters, the bidding, by Matthew Farrer

Nightfall, by Peter Fehervari

Morvenn Vahl: Spear of faith, by Jude Reid

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

Horus Heresy book 2: Massacre (🦇) (🔪)

Horus Heresy book 9: Crusade (🦇) (🔪)

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Sanguinius: so, what state do you live in?

Konrad: constant despair.

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Hi! Thank you and UseYourDelusion so much for the Warhammer Kinktober prompts. I was just wondering though, what's the difference between Denial and Edging, and Sthenolagnia and Muscle Worship? The words in both pairs definitely have different vibes but I've tried to look up the difference and they seem to be the same thing, so I'm a bit confused. (It's a-ok if they are repeated prompts btw, you provided lots of options to choose from so no one has to repeat unless they want to! Just asking for my own clarification ☺️)

Hi! Sorry if I'm answering late, I was out of tumblr recently >.<

Actually, the list itself is full of options which depend mostly on how you'd like to approach them. If you want to consider those tags the same — so be it, it's totally okay.

But, if you want to write them differently, you can use your own perception of the tags. For example, I think denial might not only be about denying orgasm to one of the characters but also about not reciprocating someone's feelings, and the other side is getting off on that impossibility of getting what they want or whatever xd.

Sthenolagnia is mostly about just the fact of strength to me, not exactly muscles. To me, it's mostly about how a stronger person is umm... perceived in society? Is this the right word? Idk sorry. While muscle worship, while it can just fine be considered the same, is mostly only about appearance and not about the influence it makes on people.

Let me ask you to simply be creative if you want to use our list. There are no strict rules or particular ways we'd want you to write. Search for loopholes, write about your otp every day, studying characters' relationship from different sides, you are not even supposed to write any smut, if you don't wish to, and all of that is perfectly valid, okay and appreciated.

I hope I explained my position well enough. Thank you for giving attention to our prompt list! I wish you all the best.

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How tf do I make links active/tappable on ao3 for the love of god I'm a literal software engineer why is it so hard.

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Kinktober 2024, Warhammer edition

Hi everyone, me and UseYourDelusion decided to create a special prompt list for Warhammer Kinktober for everyone to use.

You don't have to credit us anyhow or leave any links to this post, but if you use this list please share it with everyone too! Let our community be united during this precious challenge month. Or use Warhammer Kinktober 2024 tag like below, maybe even on AO3, idk, this is the first time I make something like this:)

We hope you'll enjoy it!

Reblogs and activity appreciated! <3