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Helen Tyndaros
Commission for @asklordcaptaincastronova
House Tyndaros has many scions but no money. House Castronova has money but few living members.
What Happens Next Will Shock You (story to follow)
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@asklordcaptaincastronova from [[ here ]]
“Ah, e-erm… n-no?” Was her nervous reply, eyes wide as she looked to him. Was a weapon needed? Oh, this was already making her nervous, but the Lord Captain seemed so happy… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?
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Happy Birthday! Better register your candidacy quick!
I will never run for President! You can't make me!
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A soft hum and a smile escaped against his lips as he pulled her closer, seeming to get over his uncertainty. And Clementiya was receptive, looping her arms around his shoulders to both support herself and help in holding him close as she shifted to more or less straddle his hips as they kissed.
She only broke the kiss when it occurred to the woman that she needed to breathe, and a breathless laugh was heard as she pressed her forehead to his to maintain some sort of contact. Not that she had anything to say - as soon as she’d caught her breath, there was a shy peck to his lips to get another kiss from her husband.
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Sir, it's just like a Rogue Trader to flippantly refer to "applying money" as "using magic."
#Yes#it did work#reality's boundaries quake as both real and fictional people rope me in#and also thank you
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💡 - What is the best idea your character ever had? (Fuuko)
GET TO KNOW MY CHARACTER THROUGH AN ASK
“Creating my own corner of the Universe.” Fuuko smiled. “Where all those under my care can live in relative peace, harmony and safety....” “I mean....its not perfect. But it’s certainly better than living in a hive world, dining on ration paste and fighting for a God who doesn’t even remember your name and eats those Imperium rejects who were simply psychically gifted.”
“I offer respite for the weary, hope for the disillusioned and a home for the lost. Plus health benefits, a 401k with 5% match, FMLA and Long term disability insurance.”
#asklordcaptaincastronova#Chaos Goddess#Warhammer 40k#Warhammer 30k#Goddess of Love Lust Mischief Avarice Hoarding Vengeance
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Candlemas Gift
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“A gift for the Lord Captain? What do you get the kind of man who could in theory purchase anything?” The ghost of a smile at the edge of her lips hinted at her teasing. “The coordinates to another rumored location of treasures and history? A replacement to the servoskull he lost with an operating system featuring more robust security features. Safe travels, little trader.”
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Makes about as much sense as anything else about them lmao.
Are we just that good? Or are we gifted with that good? Doesn’t matter we’re too cool for school either way. Lmao Grey Knight arrogance is Primarch tier.
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Avast ye
“Avast yerself.” Zig let out a rasping chuckle from beneath his everpresent rebreather, and extended his Lho box, offering one of the hand rolled Lho sticks within.
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Bye Jingo me sonny lad I do declare gratitude and detect aspiring dreams on your part of joining the vaunted ranks of those Space Mariner Angel chappies wot wot.
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wut?
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The dealings of House Castronova and House Tyndaros, represented by Amadeus Castronova and Pollux Tyndaros.
rp with @asklordcaptaincastronova
#the Arion's Charge#my art#my writing#my characters#Pollux Tyndaros#House Tyndaros#Amadeus Castronova#House Castronova#warhammer 40k#rogue trader
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@asklordcaptaincastronova, from [ here ] (hopefully to fix the weird formatting thing)
“Yes it’s quite ah, fetching.” he tentatively walks closer, still nervous. “It is a good color on you.” he continues. He decides the larger augmentic would be less obvious for staring.
Clementiya smoothed the fabric over her stomach and hips, still not sure how she felt about the slits up the sides. “D-do you think it, ah... d-does it show too much?” Was she supposed to wear a different gown under it? That seemed a strange fashion.
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10.
on a scale of 1-10 how intimidating am i?
Listen, I try so hard to be nice to you guys, and what does it get me? Nothing.
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♦ (any verse)
First Word
(for chaos!spook Lotara)
“Amenable.”
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Clementiya cuddled up to her husband once they were settled on the couch. She was affectionate, gentle touches and soft kisses across his exposed skin. If anything about his being seemed off to her, the young woman never commented on it, only wanting to dote on the man in her appreciation (and inebriation).
But, she'd only go as far as he was comfortable with.
Better get her on the couch. And then… well he didn’t have to be anywhere for a while. And best make sure water would be nearby and handy. And maybe a bucket if she got a hangover.
#asklordcaptaincastronova#The Heiress#could be fade to black#either they do the naughty#or she passes out xD
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The accompanying message notes that her service to the Inquisition has been terminated due to critical failings in the field. In lieu of execution she has been stripped of sensitive information. The motivation for turning her over to Castronova is not discussed in detail, but includes the phrase ‘in her best interests.’
She has half a dozen storm troopers for escort. Travel is dangerous, after all. They see her safely to her destination. She is not quite a prisoner, but not exactly free either. She follows their directions.
Her arms are folded tightly across her chest as she disembarks the shuttle. With her shoulders bunched inwards, she looks small. But she holds her head high. The little lift of her chin is very her, reminiscent of her habitual condescending swagger. The tight-lipped, suspicious frown is right too. But her eyes are very wide and her gaze flicks about anxiously, searchingly. There's no smile of recognition for Castronova, just a brief, critical examination as she takes in her surroundings.
"Here you go. She's all yours."
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