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// I will be getting to those replies and I do want to be on here more. However, my cancer situation has gotten worse. I was diagnosed with breast cancer and I've just been so tired and sore. I just haven't had the energy for much

But I will respond, I do want to rp and interact with you all! I do. Just not doing so good right now

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YEE HAW!!!

The only way to defeat the Tyranids is to harness the ancient Terran art of “Rodeo”!

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Just a PSA

Reblog if you don’t ignore rps and asks but sometimes it takes you a while to think of a response, or you only have time to answer a question or two before doing other things.

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My partner got me a new keyboard and it's amazing. The most perfect clicky clacks for stim goodness, and the keys in general are just satisfying with how they feel. Plus it's one of those small keyboards so it's easier for me to use with my Raynauds now.

When I get to my replies on my days off, I am going to be so excited to type, lol

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Guilt of Surviving

|| @desertbled

The only sounds that could heard now were the sounds of bolter fire and the blast coming from the xenos machines. A sickly green hue from their alien weapons. Blood and metal scents filled the air with the smell of spent rounds. This had not gone to plan. The understanding was the threat was alive! The tactics of the 2nd legion were best suited for living targets and the denizens of the warp. Not...living? Machines!

But like the primarch whose gene-seed they were blessed with they did not shy away and proved to be every bit as hard to kill as the necrons they fought.

"Captian Grotti, what do we do? We were not told of this xenos threat. We should retreat," the sternguard looked over at the only remaining guard left alive, "We need to send word this planet is lost. And what of the human? Emperor's Mercy?" he spoke lower

Grotti looked at the other astartes and without word punched him, sending him reeling backwards. The hit astartes held his tongue. They barely found a place to hide and rest before needing to move again. Rest being for the only human with them.

"We have already failed our gene-sire, I will not further this shame."

All these marines had darkish skin, a bruise-like hue with black eyes and irises that seemed to glow. One though sported large thick horns. Like a heavy crown. Their Death Speaker, they said.

Grotti turned to speak to the guardman when the sound of fighting could be heard. More bolter fire and a scent filled the air, drifting down the halls. The scent of freshly disturbed earth, and a chill like death had come to collect his due.

"We are saved." Grotti said to the baseline before him. Those his helmet hid it, one could almost feel the smile in his words.

"Our gene-sire has come."

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Fences Make Good Neighbors

|| @lathal

There was a poem, though the demon spawn couldn't recall where he read it or who wrote it, that fences made good neighbors. Normally, he would agree. Raserei treasured his isolation, it was easier safer, for everyone.

Yet, here he was pulling some fresh baked sourdough from his oven to bring over to his neighbor. While she wasn't completely new...well she had only lived there for a few months, and he wasn't overly fond of it. He still didn't want to be a bad neighbor; for whatever reason.

Raserei nodded as he placed the bread down to rest and cool, "Shit, what if she hates this kind of bread?!"

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Helps if I actually queued everything...

Oh yeah queue is still on 2 a day to keep my ass calm, lol

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Fenrir the Father of Wolves

|| @lotuskissed

The past never truly stays were it should. He knew this. It either haunted one's heart or came back like a starved animal to bite you. There was no outrunning the past. And there was no way to bury it.

It was in his experience the dead often don't stay dead. But what about a past you had no idea you were even part of? A waking memory of something that perhaps should have died?

Who the men were, he had no idea. Their power armor was similar to that of the Brotherhood, but different, more efficient. Didn't stop him though. Wel...not as quickly as they hoped, and they were dead. Screeching about some virus or something he had no idea. They were dead in their moving coffins. No threat to the wailing children still inside the house.

Wailing because the mountain that was their father brought to his knees. They probably never saw him so bloody. So defeated. Raserei coughed up some blood, trying to find his bearing and strength. Domestic life really did slow him. Resting on his knees, watching the ravens circle around, wondering if the Allfather wished to send him to his ancestors finally. But through blurry eyes he makes out someone running towards the homestead.

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Oh yeah queue is still on 2 a day to keep my ass calm, lol

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Literature for Dummies

|| @distantpagesandpapercuts

She liked books, but were these the kind of books she enjoyed? That was the question but it was too late to dwell on that, he was standing at her front door with them in his hands. As he waited for her to answer her door he noted a small spec of red on one of the books. Shit, did he get blood on them? He did his best to make sure he cleaned his hands before handling them.

The bookseller was grateful for his help and normally he would demand payment, the gentleman had some rare translated books of literature of his people's homeland.

The bounty hunter tried to rub the spec hoping it was anything else, least she get the wrong idea, and straightened his vest.

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Voices in the Blood

|| @crimesought

Oh this was not how he planned it. Not how it was supposed to be! He was to die, be destroyed. Deny the Nether Brain and his wretched grandfather all at once!

At least that would be what he would be lamenting over, if his higher thinking weren't indisposed of. Enough of himself left to flee the city before his mind was completely taken under by the crushing waves of the Abyss.

What choice did he have? Either have Lae'zel lose the hero her people needed, and maybe set them on a better course, or have one of them instead turn into the monster? Gale, sacrifice himself? No. They all had reasons to live...

He had a reason, found one. Oh but that was a whisper of a shadow in his mind now. Cassian a blur in his crimson blurred mind. He opened himself up to what he knew could handle the stones. Crush the Nether Brain. He let the Chained God in, and now his blood roiled and screamed. Raserei was lost. This was a darkness he couldn't come back from.

If he could think, he hoped Cassian understood. Knew he did it for him, all of them. They all deserved better. But he should have been smothered in his cradle.

The barbarian gnawed on bones and strips of meat. When did this get here? No matter. Raw flesh for his unending hunger. As his soul fought retake what was it's.

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Alright! Starters queued and ready to go!

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// The boy!

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*Cracks knuckles* Let's get those starters done!

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Like this post for a starter of varying length (likely on the short side while I get my groove back)

While not on my carrd yet, I do have a 40k verse, so message me if you are interested in that. Other than that I will make a starter in the verse that makes the most sense for our muses!

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Like this post for a starter of varying length (likely on the short side while I get my groove back)

While not on my carrd yet, I do have a 40k verse, so message me if you are interested in that. Other than that I will make a starter in the verse that makes the most sense for our muses!