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[nurrgleth]

Previous / The Garden of Blight

It wasn't often Slaanesh requested an audience with him.

Usually, it was Khorne or even Tzeentch, the former with designs on war and the latter with designs on who knew what. And honestly who cared; Nurgle rarely entertained the insane, lie-riddled nattering of the Supreme Lord of Change. Even Khorne's abrasive personality could try the Plague Patriarch's patience.

But Slaanesh's company was rare indeed, rare enough to warrant curiosity and ultimately an audience from the Lord of Pestilence. Nurgle wasn't a fool however. Something was amiss...and the Prince off. His sociable bearing was just the slightest bit stiff and sharp, more like militaristic Khorne and less like the fluid, whimsical Prince of Perversions Nurgleth had come to know and loathe over the eons. More curious still was the emotion that hung about him, half-cloaked by the God's ever-present musk, but this scent couldn't be hidden from the Lord of Decay.

He knew it too well; the deep grieving of bereavement. Of a parent watching their child waste away and being unable to do anything to prevent it. But, despite Nurgle's attempts to steer their conversations towards that topic, Slaanesh remained guarded and vague and he eventually bid the Plaguelord adieu, sweeping off through the Garden of Blight, his dainty hooves hovering above the filth covered soil.

Odd. But nothing about it had threatened or hinted at the onslaught of pleasure daemons that would assail his home shortly afterwards.

Through the twisting jungle of his garden, Seekers raced on their steeds, cutting down plague daemons with expertly placed flicks of their pincers. Daemonettes followed suit, racing through the ranks or borne atop Steed-drawn flayers. Keepers had even been sent, chained Woehounds on the end of leashes belching Khornate flames onto the foliage, destroying what the Plaguelord had meticulously cultivated.

Nurgle had been outraged. He had demanded an explanation, but his daemons were slain before they set putrid foot into Slaanesh's pristine home. And so he turned to his children, noting how the the Daemons of Slaanesh were assailing one particularly labyrinthine knot of his garden. What did they hope to find there?

Whatever it was, the Plaguelord endeavored to get their first and hold whatever it was over the Prince's head. But what his daemons brought him was far from a bargaining chip. Dug up by Slimehounds and transported with the utmost care by his loyal Plaguebearers was a body, half-decayed and bearing the stigmata of the Sangrene Pox he had created recently. No daemon, but a god, and at first Nurgle felt pride that his creation had so utterly killed this deity!

But then curiosity. Who was this, beneath the decay? And what was their connection to Slaanesh? At first, Nurgle thought it some Asur god that the Pleasure Lord had laid claim to and this unprovoked attack a retaliation for Nurgle's phage slaying them first...but surely if a Elven god had fallen, all of the Warp would know?

Nurgle leaned his massive bulk down, looking at the shriveled, diseased ravaged body in the middle of the fungus ridden floor of his manse. He picked them up, as gently as a Fly Lord would it's own Nurgling, and let the beard of tentacles of hanging from his face poke and probe. Mountainous brows drew together, quizzical and concerned...then came the realization.

The Keepers. The stench of paternal loss upon the Pleasure God. The few strands of fine, flaxen hair clinging to the otherwise ruined body.

This was one of Slaanesh's whelps.

" 𝙊𝙝, 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧."

[illwilledomen]

Come out, come out.

[machveil]

John Price was in a bowling team at one point in his life - tell me I’m wrong

Price bowls like he’s angry - he could be in a great mood, but Price is sending that ball hurdling down the lane. maybe he was in a bowling team in his late twenties for a couple months, making it to matches when he was on leave. course, he went bowling in his teens too, a fun night out at the alley with friends. it’s all muscle memory to him, as easy as unjamming a gun

Price taking you bowling on a date night. it’s okay if you don’t want to bowl and just want to watch him, he’ll put on a show for you. sporting a t-shirt and jeans, it’s hard not to eye him up and down. he walks up to lane with such composure, slips his fingers into the ball like it’s second nature. it always brings back a little youthful need to show off, him sending a wink at you before getting ready to roll it

Price who absolutely sends the ball. his strike would have been impressive if you were watching the ball floor the pins - no, you’re eyeing John Price. his stance is half kneeling from when he let go of the ball, thick thigh stretching out the material of his jeans. and his arms? combined with the quick snap of his wrist when released the ball, your jaw goes a little slack

Price who loves a little competition if you do want to bowl with him. he can break 200 easily, make a perfect game if he really wants to show off. but for a date night? unless you want to have a real go at it, Price is more than fine to bowl casually. he still tries, but he shrugs it off when two pins are still standing. he kisses your cheek when you get a strike, a firm pat to your shoulder if you beat him

[uolivegb]

out on the town :)

[terristre]

[littlecrittereli]

Krattnapped

So I've kinda been exploring a plot idea I have for a WK comic/fanfiction/AU??? (Not really sure what to call it) Except all the canonical villains aren't competent enough to actually pull it off so I made a villain OC... Anyways I guess you could consider this concept art as I think about it some more :]

[paarthursass]

also i am Quite Concerned about these pockets of humans that still exist out there. The original Planet of the Apes heavily implies that nuclear war is what wiped out humanity, but no such event has taken place in the prequel films. Society collapsed because of the virus, not because of a deadly war between global powers. But if there are humans still around with access to pre-virus technologies, if there are silos out there that have pre-virus weaponry in them (including, potentially, nuclear weapons), and if these humans are wanting to retake the planet from apes...

[minsingmeat]

raggy as shaggy and moonless as scooby

[salt-n-salt]

i fucking love your art style, the way you colour... how you draw bodies... mm it's delicious man

u know the way to a girls heart <333333 thx so much mamma mia likeeee i will never forget when i saw ur art for the first time and went ZOINKS ! this is for u my knight in shining armor .. beau in his yummy tank top ..

[tva-real]

Who's there

*knock on your door*

*there's a kid*

Missus lady, would you maybe have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the timekeepers? This is a very important matter.

Look-- right here! they even gave me pamphlets!

*hands you a pamphlet*

*notices your little message* *takes the pamphlet*

Do you want any Mac and cheese? I made extra.

[notnotnightwing]

I can't tell if I just took a nightquil or a dayquil just now because they're both the same color fuck

[linkedin-offficial]

Figure A

[kinkymcbutweasel]

🎶I must admit

I can't explain

Any of these thoughts racing through my brain, it's true🎶

Tips and treats are appreciated

[pjshermann]

harold's son jacob being named jacob more after thomas more. thomas more being the patron saint of ADOPTED CHILDREN and LAWYERS.

[crispy-dib]

Damn, bro. You got the whole squad smiling

[finncakes]

i support aeormaton rights, but more importantly i support aeormaton wrongs