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[sinistermojo]

Decimus honestly reminds me of a skittish horse cautiously leaning ever so slightly to smell some oats someone is trying to give them before snorting and leaning away like you offended him LMAO I love it so much 😭🥰🥰🥰

Author's note: Funny Guilliman snippet. Guilliman/Fem!Reader implied, Tokophobia warning maybe, @lemon-russ enjoy

Guilliman often found himself preferring the feeling of writing on the rough surface of parchment than anything else, dipping his pen in fresh ink to finish his sentence. He nearly fumbles it, grumbling to himself. The pen he manages to catch, but his slight shifting causes him to wince and wait for noise.

Cradled in the elbow nook of his right arm his own child lets out a soft murmer, just barely disturbed but not enough to wake. They shift just slightly, wiggling in the warm blanket and continuing to suck on their thumb.

Guilliman could barely contain the sigh of relief.

This is the first time he has taken care of his child without you close by to help him; He isn't entirely confident he could soothe them if they woke up. The nervousness is, unfamiliar to him- though he can't help the fear of this new unknown.

But you desperately need the break, and Guilliman knows he can only cower in fear of his own child for so long. He can no longer use the excuse of their tiny size in comparison to his own hands to hide his broader fear of failure.

Shifting in their little blue blanket and resuming their nap, Guilliman resumes his work, but a feeling on the back of his neck causes his eyes to glance upward and to his left.

Decimius Felix is looking down at Guilliman's lap with an odd expression, brow furrowed as if... Confused. Guilliman turns his head to meet the astartes face on.

"It is a baby, Decimius. Are you familiar with the concept?"

The Tetrarch reels backwards as if hurt, his armor plates clicking against each other.

He then gets a bit irritated at his Primarch clearly poking fun at him, his nose wrinkling just a tad. His men are still quite shocked by his sense of humor, a trait Guilliman sometimes enjoys messing with.

"Yes, my primarch. It is just,"

Guilliman is well aware that his relationship with you had shocked his legion. They were unfamiliar with why he would even consider such a thing. His child had been an even greater surprise; Even months later, they are still confused. Many of his captains had vocalized their displeasure with him for bowing to baser things, though this displeasure he preferred over the Eclessiarcy's obsession over his believed holy child.

His chapter's standoffishness has started to fade a bit, but disapproval still lingers within all of his command, apart from Calgar.

He reminds himself to thank the Chapter Master for his personable attitude in spite of everything before Felix speaks up again.

"Will they just keep sleeping?"

Guilliman has to resist the urge to smile. It's such a painfully innocent question. One that he had thought as well, at one point.

"Until they're hungry, yes."

Guilliman can see the shift in Felix's lips, like he has another thing he wants to say, and Guilliman prays that he won't ask what happens then. He would rather throw himself out of the airlock and let the cold vacuum whisk him away into the grand unknown then explain to one of his men why he would need to get you for that process.

Thankfully however he doesn't say anything more, and simply hums, looking at the infant a moment longer. Not that there's much to see; They're swaddled up in the thick blanket to the shoulder, only a pudgy face with a thin wafting of light blonde hair is visible.

You had laughed hysterically the moment the hair started to grow in; They had gotten blessed with Guilliman's bright blonde hair, and around the same time their real eye color had come in; In which they'd inherited yours.

There, lets brush all the hair down just like that. Now you have silly little bangs just like your father- Right Robu?

He glances down at them again and smiles. He's never felt happier, prouder, than he is now. And to think it's because of something so simple.

He wonders if Tarasha and Konor felt the same, when they held him as a child.

"When will they need to eat?"

Guilliman has a gathering of his men scheduled for a bit from now, and he assumes Felix is prodding him due to wondering about a potential conflict of time.

"Soon."

Guilliman's hand drifts to the bottom of the page, eyes on the tip of his pen rather than the vaguely perturbed expression of his Tetrarch.

"...What do they e-"

Guilliman's hand suddenly jolts and the inked pen skids across the parchment, ruining his signature and making a rough scratching noise that surprises even himself. He doesn't need to look in Felix's direction to know he's a bit surprised.

"This conversation is over. Go ask that question to the serfs if you need an answer desperately."

[glcwbitch]

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[heartfullofleeches]

In the spirit of the holiday (even though it'll literally be over in like an hour lol), something I'm incredibly thankful for this year is getting to be mutuals with such a hilarious, kind, and fun individual. Your unending creativity within the stories you share never cease to inspire me, and getting the chance to browse your blog for new posts is something I often look forward to at the end of the day. I also really love your overall vibe and honestly think that you are such a cool person. Just thought you might like to know 😊

Hope you + your loved ones had a happy Thanksgiving!! 😋🦃🍗🥧💖

Bro what this is so sweet. Seriously this is so kind I don't know what to say. I'm thankful to be mutuals with such a talented and amazing person. I know the post said not to say, but I was that other anon who left that compliment. You seem really cool and I love your clowns/mime ocs they're awesome. Ahhh I don't know how to respond to messages like these it's so nice I can't stop smiling.

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[crossbackpoke-check]

mojoe monday 🐙♥️🤍 (instagram stories, 12.04.23)

[sinistermojo]

HELLO SAILOR OMGGGGGGNGNGN

SORRY FOR THE DELAY PKGMGG WOW I LOVE THIS SMMMM 😭😭😭 something ab possessive Sevatar……RHANK U FOR THE TAG IM SO AAAAAAAAA

Never Again - Jago Sevetarion x Girlfriend (with a dash of Konrad Curze)

@yanagikou requested a fic based on their Sevetar/Curze x fem! serf drawing a little while back... This is the fic in question.

I took a few creative liberties with the premise and I'm super happy with the result. So, I hope, Yan, that you like what I came up with too :)

Also tagging @sinistermojo bc they reblogged my Sev sfw alphabet and said they really liked it so thought they might like this too ;)

C/W: nsfw, oral (F receiving), Sev is pretty gentlemanly because he loves his lady very much but Curze is... not. Nothing super extreme by usual Curze fic standards but be aware nonetheless. Unedited so expect grammar and spelling mistakes.

Enjoy :)

Sypnosis: Konrad Curze requests to borrow the personal serf of Jago Sevetarion. Jago and his lady accept on one condition: Sevetar is the one in charge. Even with this cavaet, however, things still go a little awry.

(Tldr: even when faced with the desires and potential wrath of his Primarch, Jago is veryyyyyy protective of his girl ;))

The Night Hunter has her arms held high above her head. Both of her wrists bound in one giant hand while the other holds the back of her neck. His grip is not delicate- already, Jago can see her skin bruising. It makes his hearts seethe. He'd made it clear to Konrad that his woman, while tough of mind and heart, is still plagued by the physical weaknesses of all baseline humans. She must be handled carefully.

Evidently, however, Jago had not made that fact clear enough.

Presently, she is looking up at the Night Haunter, her chin tilted all the way back. Kneeling in front of her as he is, her throat is fully exposed to Jago. In spite of his worries and frustrations, the sight sends shivers of arousal running through his core. Gently, he takes her chin in his thumb and forefinger and tilts her head down until she's looking at him. Her expression is defiant- by the Gods, she wears defiance so damned well- but even so, he can see the fear lying beneath. As her eyes lock with his, however, it diminishes just a little.

"Are you ready?" Jago asks.

She replies with a nod.

"Say it aloud, little bird. I want to hear you."

"I'm ready." Her voice, while tight, is steady and strong.

"Get on with it already, Sevatar." Konrad Curze wears a smile like that of a feral cat with a mouse trapped between its claws. It takes all of Jago's willpower not to snap at him. He looks up at his Primarch, trying and failing to hide his annoyance. "As you command, my lord."

Somehow, Konrad's smile grows more feral.

Ignoring his Primarch once more, Jago leans in towards his woman and kisses her firmly on the lips. From the excited snarl that emenates from Konrad, the Night Haunter sees it as Sevetar finally paying heed to his impatience. But, in truth, it is a chance for Jago to mutter some calming words into her ear.

"I won't let him hurt you. I swear it."

She whispers back to him. Too quiet for the Primarch looming above her to hear.

"I know."

Jago smiles against her cheek. He tilts her head back again and starts to kiss her down the length of her throat. Her skin prickles beneath his lips and she lets out a long, breathy exhale. Jago traces her all the way down her body, slipping her robe from her shoulders as he does. Her naked form graces both his and Konrad's sight like a blessing. Jago hears the Primarch let out a growl of desire. He tries to ignore the surge of envy that the sound elicits within him. Instead, he focuses on her. Her soft, warm skin. Her full, volumptous curves. The coil in his stomach tightens, pooling a stirring heat between his thighs. Jago's lips graze her abdomen, her belly, lower and lower. Until he hears her breath suddenly hitch, feels her muscles tense in anticipation. He braces his hands on her hips. Parts his lips and runs his tongue across his teeth. Then, finally, Jago begins to feast.

The effect on her is instant. Hips bucking into his mouth, she arches her back, entire body writhing. But between the space marine below her hips and the primarch holding her by the wrists, she has no where to go. All she can do is moan and whimper. And by the Gods, are they the most wonderful sounds in the galaxy. The heat between Jago's legs becomes an ache. His breeches stretch against his growing erection. All thoughts of pacing himself vanish and as if possessed by the taste of her arousal, the sounds of her pleasure, he works her faster. One of her legs begins to tremble. Her moans devolve into desperate pants, between which she whimpers his given name like a prayer.

"Jago. Oh, Jago. Jago ple-"

Her voice suddenly dies. Jago glances up to see Konrad Curze with his mouth locked around her lips. The kiss is rough, hungry. The grip he has around her wrists tightens even further as he drags her up and towards him. Jago can see the muscles of her jaw working hard, no doubt trying desperately to keep the Primarch from breaking her mandible. That thought punches a hole through the haze of Jago's own hunger. Just in time for him to see the Night Haunter grab her by the face, break his violent kiss and clamp his canines down on the side of her neck.

It's as if a switch had been flicked in Jago's head. Just like that, his arousal is killed. The haze turns from one of desire to one of blinding red rage. His woman is not unfamiliar with the odd neck-bite: occasionally, and if the moments suits, it is something that he himself will endulge in. But never so abruptly as that. And never ever that hard. For if her skin were to break, she could die.

But Konrad is not thinking about that. He's not thinking at all.

Fucking bastard!

Moving with a speed that should be impossible for a being of his size, Jago shoots to his feet and slams his fist into the Night Haunter's face. He aims for the nose. Hears bone and cartilage crumple beneath his knuckles. Konrad roars in pain and surprise. Droplets of blood fly from the tips of his teeth. Jago recognises its scent as belonging to her. The red haze gets redder. He hits the Primarch again, this time in the solar plexus. Konrad keels over, dropping to his knees as his roar becomes a wheeze. One hand clutches at his torso. The other tries to stem the blood gushing from his nose. Jago would keep beating him. Keep going until he stops moving. Stops breathing. But when the Primarch fell, she had too. Legs giving out from a mixture of pain, shock and residual stimulation. So, as Konrad drops to his knees, Jago catches his woman. Effortlessly cradling her in one arm while the other shoots out straight into a defensive posture. Fury burns behind Konrad's black eyes. He looks at Jago like he might want to kill him. Silently, Jago urges him to try.

"What... " Konrad croaks, voice contorted by his lost breath and broken nose. "The fuck... do you think you're doing?"

"I warned you, Curze" Jago snarls back. "She is not a toy to be broken- she is my love."

Konrad splutters out a laugh. "Love?" he spits the word out, along with a mouthful of blood and saliva. "Love, Sevetar? Is that seriously what you just said to me?"

Jago doesn't hesitate. "It is."

"What the fu-"

"I was against this whole thing, you know," Jago interrupts. "We both were. Right from the fucking start. The only reason we agreed was because you're our Primarch. My Primarch." Hugging his woman closer to his chest, Jago bares his teeth at the Night Haunter. "But now? I do not care. Never again, Konrad. Never will you come close to her again."

Konrad Curze narrows his eyes until they're little more than slits. Slowly, he gets to his feet. Even hunched over his aching torso, he stands several feet taller than Jago. His expression is one of pure, unadulterated rage. "I could have you killed for this," he whispers. "I could flay her alive and make you watch."

Jago glares up at his gene father. "You so much as touch a hair on her head, and I'll beat you worse than Vulkan did on Istavaan."

Konrad is stunned into silence. Not merely at Jago's threat, but the absolutely certainty with which he'd said it. Several times, his mouth opens and closes as he tries to find a way to retort. But, in the end, all he manages is a wordless hiss. Then, he retreats, leaving Jago and his woman alone in their shared quarters once more. Jago can feel her shaking against him. Her mouth is set with defiance, but he can see the tears in her eyes. When he is certain Konrad is gone, he drops onto one knee and offers to put her down. She responds by putting her arms around his neck and clinging on tight. Jago's hearts falter. His remaining fury at Curze is quickly stamped out. "How badly are you hurt?" he asks softly.

Wiping her eyes, she manages a meek smile. "I'm fine. He only scratched me." As if to prove it, she shows Jago her neck. Indeed, the only evidence of Konrad's attack is a shallow, intermittently bleeding gash. But even so, Jago is not so easily put at ease. "I'm sorry," he mutters. "I knew he was unstable, that he might hurt you. I never should've let him anywhere near you."

Gently, she touches Jago's cheek with one hand. It fills Jago with a different kind of warmth. "It's not your fault," she says. "I agreed to it too, remember?"

Jago scowls. Not at her, obviously. But rather, at himself. For not denying Konrad outright. For letting things get as far as they did. He should've seen what was coming the moment he saw that smile on Curze's face. When he saw how tight he was holding her-

"Jago?"

He blinks. "What?"

She smiles at him again. "I can see you tying yourself in knots over it. Please try not to. It's not worth it. He's not worth it. And I, for one, am not going to loose any sleep over it. "

"You are certain?" Jago asks.

"As long as I'm sleeping next to you, then yes. I absolutely am."

Jago finds himself returning her smile. Compared to her's, it's an ugly thing. A mess of chapped lips and contorted scars. But that's never seemed to bother her. She's even said she finds it attractive. Jago doesn't understand why- truthfully, he doesn't understand why she finds anything about him attractive. But he's not about to question her either. If he were, she might just realise her folly and leave him: something that Jago is certain would kill him.

"Alright," he says.

Once more, he goes to set her down.

"What do you think you're doing?

Jago pauses. "What?"

Slowly, seductively, she runs a hand down his front until her fingertips brush his groin. "I can feel you through your breeches," she says sweetly. "And I never got to finish, either."

Despite the flash of desire he feels at her touch, Jago shakes his head. "I'll not ask that of you now. Not after what just happened."

Her answer is a sultry smile. "Jago. You cannot do something as sexy as punching the Night Haunter to protect me, then leave me out to dry."

Jago's eyes widen in surprise. She gives him a little wink, pursing those full lips of hers in invitation. He accepts it. Lifting her to his level and kissing her passionately.

"Alright, my little bird," he says when they eventually pull away. "Have it your way."

[dinosaurcharcuterie]

I saw the Barbie movie and never longed for the instructions on how to make something more. Not that color, not that lining, but that mood.

And someone saw the same movie and just went "Yeah, I can make that happen".

They don't know I exist, they just knew people like me exist. And then put my dreams on sale for £7.20 while offer lasts, plus the willingness to transcribe YT instructions.

[yangjeongin]

might i submit for ur consideration: baboracha powerpuff girls hyunie bubbles jisung blossom lino buttercup

oh this is a good concept too anon.......MUCH to consider indeed....

[rosetintedgunman]

OOC

[sinistermojo]

Now….now listen here….you…..

[lovetransaction]

Dear anon who asked me if I'm shadowbanned: YES I AM 🥺😭😫

One of my other sideblogs was also shadowbanned and tumblr staff resolved it, so I'm giving this account a few days more to see if they'll lift the accursed shadowban off it too!

If it drags on too long I'm gonna just make a whole new spnblr. Which will be a PAIN but needs must.

[randomnameless]

Well, if we were to be optimistic, i guess we could interpret Anankos showing up on FEH stuck in his human form as a way for IS to show how he'd fight and what his powers are in that state; the real answer is that they're probably planning on giving him an alt later on where he uses the dragon form that was his actual appearance for most of his screentime in Fates, but maybe they can at least do something interesting with his animations for now.

I hope they will anon!

Anankos oughted to have had a unit since a long time ago - I mean for all the Fateswakening of the first few years, we have 55 Grimasses and no Anankos? Sure we don't see his face, but they could work around the hood!

Maybe he'll be like Mareeta, starts as a fallen, then gets a regular unit but for him it'll be a mythic?

[nvrcmplt]

Reply to @thessence - ASK

Their dedication to the craft was noted easily with the prized trophies and certificates. It was a beautiful sight, to know that just one of the many amazing talents of this company was working on something he did all those years ago. To take in the sight of their walls, the office space, some of the work on their screen but not to stare for too long. Claude was in awe of it all nonetheless. Raising his hand to take theirs in return, both hands at that to really show his appreciation in a warm handshake and pat. "Forgive me for disturbing you, haha. I couldn't help but have a little peek at the magic here." Meetings were plentiful, a lot of things he could leave to his Management but sometimes, like these, he had to come by to make sure everything was just as it was envisioned in his head.

Smiling all the while, Claude was with nothing but a passing joy cloud. "That's right, a long one to correct translations and double check everything planned is going smoothly. I feel out of my depths at times, I'm just a writer so it don't feel right for me to correct others, hoh, but it's in the job." Though it was all part of the process it seemed, this world of novella to animation, it was a wondrous process. "Ah, I mustn't hold you up." Hands were to be released soon enough, instead returning to his sides and bag strap as he thought upon something and blinked with stars in his lashes. "I'll buy the floor lunch, would you be able to find out what everyone would enjoy? I'll pay for it, so order whatever is the consensus."

Claude wouldn't mind it at all, if anything it'd be a nice atmosphere and to make sure the people here get something much wanted in their stomachs for when the time came.

[sinistermojo]

knawing at the bars of my enclosure pls. pls PLS

I’m gonna start gnawing on rebar if I’m left unattended for long enough

I SHOULD DO A CONTINUATION OF MY FIRST FIC!!! Maybe I’ll write a little more on the spicy side just to see if I can get a feel for it- I am really starting to enjoy writing Curze shenanigans, and Night Lord content in general. Who knows, maybe I’ll write a little bit on Talos as well, y’know. As a treat.

[ruinedheart]

❛ you'll have to forgive me. i wasn't expecting company. ❜ hence the state of his office;  documents scattered along every inch of the writing desk, books stacked in such a way that it's a wonder they haven't fallen off the edges of his work tables. bottles and vials filled with liquids of every color decorated the bookshelves, and there was even the occasional crumpled paper on the wooden floor. the chief alchemist wasn't faring any better — with ink stains smearing his right cheek, and ashen braids beginning to come apart. such an unsightly appearance in environment and self would've been enough to have the door kept firmly locked on any guest.. but albedo invites @ategod in, despite the minute tells of embarrassment on carved features ( there were hints of red on the very tips of his ears! ) ❛ allow me to make the place more presentable. ❜

[dinrelsanddragons]

I swear I'll get to replies.... but probably not today >_<

[mugiwara-lucy]

I don’t think Kuzan is a member of sword I feel like that’s too obvious instead I could see him being apart of the revolutionary army

Yeah ESPECIALLY after the latest chapter I've begun doubting my previous thoughts....