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https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6liY0pxhytktlZiEfDGys7?si=LXGvz9Q8SvaTh1NiyLWHkg

here's the perturabo playlist btw

i am at varying levels of earnestness regarding the songs i chose

no i'm not going to say which

i might also come back and edit the order later

some of them were chosen because of lyrics some by sheer vibes

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Hugs cronnissar

Heyo!

I saw you were asking about Cronnissar in an earlier post; since he deactivated his blog and all.

Just letting you know I'm still around and I'm all good.

After that dogshit result in the US election, I felt so disappointed that I just had to disconnect for a bit - and trashing my blog was something of a knee-jerk reaction.

Tho it was cathartic in a way.

I'm keeping my new blog secret at the moment, but when I feel like posting again I will. Been catching up on my Chaos Daemons lately, so I'll have pics to show off ... eventually (probably in the new year lol).

So yeah, thanks for the concern mate. I'm all good, just a bit salty and sick and tired of stupid politics and social media in general.

Yours, in superior Necrontyr nobility,

Cronnissar

yay

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💚

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Sister Repentia

by Ivan Klimenko

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(Im dying finals are killing me lol)

(I wonder what these "lamentations" are)

In..and out. Steady Breaths.

Pain settled in the back of his mind like a heavy tarpaulin. It took away his clarity and robbed him of his vision.

"Can you hear me?"

Not clearly, but he still got the picture. His limbs felt as if chains weighed them down.

He was dimly aware of what pierced his abdomen and unsettled the organs that still lay inside his skin.

"You were a better man than I could ever be, Titus." The words left his lips with a weak rasp.

The Blackshield did not respond. He took the dying Lamenter's hand in his. He knew as well as his friend did what would happen now. It was an intimate, comforting gesture, a greeting, and a goodbye.

He knelt to take the broken helmet from his head. It came off with a hiss.

"Give me your final prayer." His voice was soft. He spoke out of a respect long overdue.

"We live to serve the emperor until our dying breath. I dedicate my life to him and my death to my redemption. For those who remain, may they repay the blood-debt of badab in full. Ave Imperator, Gloria in excelsis terra, may he honor my death as I pass to his side...."

Titus caught him as he fell forward, breath still with his last lamentation.

"Melior est pro Imperatore mori, quam pro se vivere, brother. You have honored your chapter with your death."

He pressed a kiss to his forehead as a final goodbye.

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Sanguinius: Full time Primarch, part time Sass Master

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For the Love of the Throne-

(Ascelin is actively in labor but decides to hit up the Librarium first, much to the distress of Jubik)

Tags: Pregnancy, labor

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"Ascelin-"

"Shhh, Jubik. I haven't found it yet."

"Ascelin, please, we need to go to the Apothecary."

"There's enough time between contractions, its fine. Now, let's see..Damn it, where is that tome..."

Jubik was panicking, that much was obvious to everyone observing as the Nomad circled his husband, fidgeting nervously "Ascelin, you are actively in labor, can we please just go-"

Ascelin waved a hand dismissively "It's fine, I've already told you." He said as he plucked a few books and tomes "We have time."

The Ember Nomad threw his hands up "At least tell me what books you want, I can get them for you, please." He pleaded.

The Captain raised a brow before grabbing one more books "Alright, alright, fine. Jeez." He sighed, beginning to waddle his way to the Apothecary "You know, I am an Apothecary, I've delivered who knows how many babies."

"I know, my love, but I would prefer you be comfortable and in the hands of another Apothecary so we can do this safely," Jubik explained, holding his husband's arm and resting a hand on his belly, feeling the little one within kicking and moving.

Another dismissive wave as he entered the Medical bay, settling on a bed with a huff "Epidural, now please." He demanded, and the Apothecary nodded, getting to work.

"Anndddd...There we go! Alright, get comfortable." The Apothecary urged, and Jubik sat beside his husband, giving his hand a squeeze.

Ascelin opened one of the tomes, humming as he began to read while the Apothecary looked under the blanket "Huh, you're fairly dilated, you should probably begin pushing." He said it so casually, and Jubik squeezed his husband's hand, Ascelin not bothering to look up as he began to push.

The next hour was spent with Ascelin reading, occasionally looking up as he pushed to check if all was well. Jubik was gripping onto his husband's hand, kissing his knuckles as he encouraged him. He'd expected more...theatrics. He expected screaming and cursing, but, he was instead greeted by Ascelin's demands for a pen as he found a spelling mistake.

He obliged, and it wasn't long before the Apothecary held up a healthy, screaming baby girl "Here we are!" He handed her to Ascelin who tossed the tomes aside and held her to his chest, allowing her to feed as he looked over "Hey, take off your shirt, skin-to-skin contact is important." He demanded.

Jubik blinked before removing his shirt as Ascelin looked down at the baby, face softening as he held her gently. He nuzzled her gently and smiled "Hello, princess~" He cooed.

The Ember Nomad melted as he watched the man, smiling softly. If it was this easy, maybe he could convince Ascelin to do it again.

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Currently looking into relics in Catholicism and it's so interesting and like vaguely horrifying

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uhh smut under the cut so-- you have been warned >//__//>

The image of Titus and Theia meeting again after a long time and wanting some personal, intimate time for the two. Touch starved, battle hardened couple are just trying to make up for the lost time uuugh

anyways, thank you for hearing me out aaaa and good night!!

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warhammy heresy of the day: perty would build a better model train christmas village than dorn

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Text Posts - Imperial Guard Edition

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The Blood Angel

I referred to Gina Harrison’s portraiture

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Fulgrim slays Ferrus Manus

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I could've solved this +60 million years dispute easily

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a long time ago i watched a tik tok from an older trans woman, in her 60’s or 70’s. someone had commented on another video of hers asking “why don’t we ever see trans men from your generation? why aren’t they involved in activism?” and her response was “because a lot of them died.” she told stories abt the trans men she knew who committed suicide rather than be married off and forced to live as a woman, or died from medical neglect or botched abortions. “they would be here if they could, but they can’t because the world failed them.”

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Roboute in the 40th millennium