#soup gang

[metis-iphigenia]

cherik and their girlson scott summers(divorce really does lead to terrible places💔💔(im also in the soup gang))

[2dmax]

spent today either trying to draw or amping myself up to draw or resting from drawing.

i did take a pass at some of the chibis on my desk, but just to give you an idea of both my mental prowess and stamina right now, took another crack at this very simple personal drawing to ease into traditional drawing once more — lets just say i dont have much to show for myself today 😅

[mbcbrdheun1]

I'm gonna eat soup now!

@eri-lessthan3 >:3

[beheadable]

I need a big warm bowl of soup and crusty buttered bread to heal my soul

[greenbookreclaim]

Soup for the win!

Congratulations

[jimmyeatworm]

top ten reasons soup fucking slaps

soup tasty

yummy in my tummy

ideal shape

good for body

comfy food

can hide other food in it as a little suprise

good for sick

has a good name

easy to make a lot of

can be used for seducing others

[roshambo05]

My favorite Cyclops characterization is when he's just an absolute dork of a man. Like, yeah, he's a brilliant strategist and competent leader but he's also eaten nothing but soup for the past five days, organizes his underwear by color, and acts either like a 40 year old man or a teenager with no in-between. Scott is an OCD/autistic man with everything together but his life and his brain is filled with nothing but battle strategy and Seinfeld reruns. Scott Summers is the world's smartest dumbass.

[ciipher-arts]

The most feared mafia in Italy, everybody.

Finally got a version of CSP for my iPad for convenience's sake and decided to get the hang of the mobile format by making a really messy comic for 3 hours when I should be asleep. Then again, I've never been known to make good life choices.

[purple-obsidian]

i know thats right 😎 soup gang for lyfe

Me whenever @mothwingwritings @ozzgin @purple-obsidian or @ladythot post:

[fyxestroll]

Moments Before Dinner Time

pairing: sanguinius x reader (fem.)

warnings: none

notes: possible ooc. sequal to this english isnt englishing today im eepy and sad over sanguinius being dead instead of studying for my chemistry quiz

His dreams failed to do you justice. Your laughter sounded even more beautiful in reality. 

Your laughter was neither soft nor sounded like the elegant chime of bells, instead, it was loud, brash and unrestrained. Some would deem it improper and unbefitting of someone of your status but to Sanguinius? It was perfect.

It was you, the real you, the one you've hidden so well and the one he wants to know better.

But he has not seen you since the… incident at the bath.

And it has been days.

As hopes of a conversation waned by the hour, he eventually found himself standing at the front of your door, unsure whether or not to knock. The flowery skull carvings at the door burn holes into the Primarch as if to say ‘You fool.’ and he realises he has not been in this area of the ship since the wedding.

The wedding.

It had been months since then.

His heart sinks.

Months have passed since your union, since your soul was tied to his and he had not visited since. Sanguinius had known that he would not be the best husband the moment this marriage was thrust upon him. His status as a Primarch entailed a heavy responsibility and an authority that guaranteed that virtually any relation he should pursue would never be on equal terms. Not to mention that opening his heart to another is a separate can of worms on its own and—

“My Lord?” 

The door is now open.

He looks down and sees you dressed in linen robes and with your hair styled in a simple braid. It’s the simplest thing he’s seen you wear since your first meeting. 

“My Lord?” You call out again with the barest hint of impatience in your tone.

“Ye-Es?” His voice cracked pathetically.

“Is something the matter?”

“No. Nothing.” Other than him being terrible at marriage that is.

“I see. If that is the case, can you please move? You…have been blocking the doorway for quite some time now.”

Awkwardly, he complies.

You exit your room, head held high and exuding the grace of a noblewoman. From his left, he hears the telltale hiss of the door being shut and out scurries a woman, face hidden by the hood of her servant’s robes. Hurriedly, the servant trails behind you and eventually slows down to match your stride from exactly two steps behind. 

As your footsteps echo around the hall his mind screams at him to do something, to walk, to follow, to do something, to –

“Where are you going?” 

–And that…that sounded rude. Great going Sanguinius! You are slowly proving Magnus’ theory that you are somehow part avian!

Turning to face him you crane your neck to meet his eyes. “To the dining hall, My Lord.” You state taciturnly, “It is dinner time.”

“Then I will join you,” he offers and quickly adds “…if you do not mind that is.”

You all but raise your brow at the incredulity of his words, but nonetheless, you reply, “Very well,”  and look to your maidservant, speaking to her in your mother tongue. The woman whispers something in return, to which you shake your head no before she continues walking down the hall, this time in a speedier manner. 

Sighing, you explain. “I assumed you would be joining me so I sent her to the kitchens to have something prepared for you. I hope you do not mind eating a similar meal.” 

“I do not mind.” He confirms with a small smile as he manoeuvres himself to stand by your side, careful to avoid accidentally swathing you with a wing. “What are we having for dinner?”

“A…simple stew. It is my homeworld’s equivalent of hunter’s stew and it is…my favorite.” One of your hands fiddles with an intricate gold ring on your finger, “I am aware it is considered peasant food. I–”

Sensing your nervousness Sanguinius interrupts, “I do not mind, still.” Mentally, he takes note of your favorite meal, “I, myself have grown up on simpler meals.” 

“Really?!” You exclaim. It’s the most unrestrained he’s heard your voice get.

“Yes,” Most of the imperial nobility would hardly call dried meat, dates, the occasional edible plant and whatever else they could find on the wastelands of Baal ‘meals’ but the Blood made do. Wistfully, Sanguinius remembers how the elders in the tribe had insisted he ate more. “I grew up among nomads.”

“I…I did not know that. I–”

“Please don’t apologise.”

“Still–”

“You were not aware.”

“Being unaware is no…” you pause briefly, trying to find the right words in Gothic. “No excuse to make assumptions about a person!” You continue in the most restrained rant Sanguinius has ever bore witness to and as you spoke your accent slowly revealed itself, becoming thicker and thicker by the syllable.

And for the second time in this hour, Sanguinius realises something—well, two things.

One is that he’s married a stubborn woman and two, she could be briefly placated by putting a hand over her head.

“Then, would you like to know more?” He asks It’s both a question and an offer, one that he hopes you would say yes to.

“What?” Confusion is more than evident in your eyes so he reiterates.

“You appear in distress in knowing little about me and I know as much about you so would you like to know more?” 

“I–Yes but it would be unfair if you are the only one sharing, yes?” There’s a look in your eyes, the same one he’d caught a brief glimpse of when he first saw you, when he had yet to put a name to your face.

It was a challenge.

“Yes,” He grins, “it would be unfair.”

“Then I would like to share too. However, I will only share as many facts or stories as you would.” Of course. Sanguinius might have known little about you but he knew that you were not the type to make deals without a compromise favorable to you. 

But that is something Sanguinius doesn’t mind.

“Deal.”

You could say it is something he looks forward to

And with that the Bride and the Angel, side by side head to dinner. The stew was barely warm by the time husband and wife sat down but the couple were too entrenched in conversation to notice.

This would be the first of countless dinners of the same nature forever preserved by Remembrancers.

[loz-the-noob]

Crouton’s all dressed up and ready to go to the safari park today >:3 (he’s… not actually wearing that)

[moonchild-in-blue]

anyone wanna come over and take care of me? 🥺

[uncleclam]

Me me me

Anyone else like boiling alive in the bath or shower? Fellow lobsters hmu

[the-chaos-crew]

wanted to contribute to what his wings probs looks like

I stared at so many dung beetle photos oh my lordy.... I now very well know what scarab beetles look like

[fruitybashir]

time for some ch14 spoilers without context 😗✌🏼✨️

[the---hermit]

Reading while having my mid morning salad because apparently that's a thing now and camping outside of the classroom drinking my tea while waiting for my lecture.

16|04|2024

I am so tired I cannot wait to go to sleep. Today went well, my battle with anxiety was better and I am figuring out ways to get enough food despite my stomach acting up because of said anxiety. The winning technique of today was eating a salad before taking my bus and brining plan foods with me on the road to avoid feeling nauseous. It did work and I was full enough until I got home in the mid afternoon. It's a decent enough solution so I hope it will continue working on my class days. Brining some tea with me has also been a very good addition, my backpack is heavier but it's worth it, it's very comforting for me and today I realized how much of a positive influence it has on my mood. I did try to read a bit while waiting for my class but people started talking in the hall and I couldn't focus on the page for the life of me, which is a nightmare because I get there so early I could read so much, maybe tomorrow I will be more lucky. I did end up highlighting yesterday's notes while we were waiting for the professor so that was a bit of additional productivity I hadn't planned. The lecture was good, today's professor I knew already and I like the topics he studies unfortunately he has the most relaxing voice possible which is honestly very pleasing to hear but unfortunate when you have to focus very hard.