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neonblessing · 1 year ago

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The cats were fighting, and Maggie was singing to them. It was Tater's birthday, apparently. How wonderful.

Shiv cracked her eyes open. The ceiling looked like shit: the paint was peeling, and there was some sort of stain spreading from one corner. The harsh morning light of the street lamps streamed into the room through the busted shade, casting crooked bars of shadow across the room.

The rest of the house looked worse than the ceiling. The cats had left scratches on everything they could reach, and time and neglect had left their marks on anything the cats couldn't. The furniture all looked out of place, collected over decades and haphazardly repaired.

From somewhere in the mismatched house, Maggie was babbling to her cats. "Come on, Candy. Share the fish with your brother. It's his birthday. Share the fish with the birthday baby!" Potato Chip's mournful wail filled the air, accompanied by the sound of chewing and a wary hiss.

Shiv sat up, wincing. She wrenched her head from side to side experimentally, to no avail. Rubbing her neck, she awkwardly swung her legs off the couch and stood up. Shiv picked her way over to the kitchen, for once managing not to stub her toe on the cabinet that protruded into the door frame.

"Morning, Mags."

Maggie jumped as Shiv spoke. "Oh, good morning! I made coffee." Maggie was fucking old. Her eyes were older than Shiv: they were some vintage shit, with protruding lenses that stopped her eyelids from properly closing. An awful little part of Shiv figured their value was somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 grand from an avid collector.

"Where'd you get the fish?" Shiv took a mug off its hook and poured herself some lukewarm coffee. The slogan on the side of the mug demanded silence, at least until the bearer had finished their name-brand coffee. The winking face of a defunct coffee logo grinned up at her as she took a sip.

"A trader's in town, just for the day. Some sort of pilgrim."

"Anything else good?"

"Protein bars, holy symbols, ID chips, and..." she looked around, as if Shiv hadn't swept the place for bugs last week, and dropped her voice. "...ammunition. No guns."

"What did you give him?"

"Some of the kitchen knives."

"You gave him knives for a fish?"

Maggie wrung her leathery hands nervously. "It's Potato Chip's birthday! Besides, they were getting dull."

"You have a whetstone!"

"I don't know how to use it right, and you..." she trailed off, but couldn't stop the glassy lenses of her eyes from flickering to Shiv's shoulder. Or rather, to where her shoulder used to be. Maggie swallowed, her gaudily-dyed hair bobbing in distress.

"I could have taught you! And Tater didn't even get to eat his fish." A contented Candy Bar wound her way about Maggie's legs, purring. Maggie opened and closed her mouth a few times, but said nothing.

Shiv wordlessly grabbed her bag off the couch. It still smelled like the factory that made it, even after a month. Much as it irked her to waste money–she’d already owned a perfectly serviceable bag–this one had velcro. Zippers were too much trouble these days.

She tore it open to behold the extent of her worldly possessions. A change of clothes. Her knife, the one Raz had given her. Rope. A pack of bandages. Disinfectant. Four days of nutrient bars. A wallet, empty save for a credit card and a few coins. A well-worn prayer tablet. A needle and a spool of thread. A ballpoint pen. Content that everything was where it should be, she closed the bag.

Shiv swung her bag over her good shoulder, then fumbled with the doorknob for a moment, nearly dropping her mug. Maggie took half a step forward as if to help, but whatever she saw in Shiv's eyes kept her rooted in place. Shiv pulled the hood of her coat up over her head, and turned to leave. "I… Sorry. I'm going out. Be back by midnight unless I get shot."

#1 #neon blessing #shiv #maggie #potato chip #candy bar

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piratefalls · 1 year ago

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once again the number of fics on these lists has escaped containment.

list one. list two. list three. list four. list five. list six.

No Nut November by TuppingLiberty

The Super Six make a bet to see who can 'win' No Nut November. Alex is determined to win, but discovers something about his roommate Henry in the process. Aka, a simple college roommate au pwp grew some plot.

Feel your hands in my hair and you whisper my name by kiwiana

And, like, Alex is a smooth guy, okay? He’s charming and witty and has a killer smile. Generally speaking, he flirts well and it almost always works out for him. Even when it doesn’t, he usually ends up making a new friend. There’s all sorts of things he could say in response. ‘You could help me by letting me buy you a drink’, that’s a classic. Sometimes a well-placed cheesy pickup line about being distracted by someone’s beauty can break the ice. ‘No, but you can feel free to help yourself’ is a good one if the vibe is more hookup than date. These are all options he has. What actually comes out of his mouth is “Can I suck your dick?”

Henry's an Asshole (I Want to Kiss Him) by anarchyat4am

They hoist themselves up onto the counters, Alex on the island and Henry opposite him, tucked into the corner with his knees pulled to his chest. Henry can feel Alex watching him, but he’s not sure he wants to face whatever’s playing out in Alex’s expression. He gets through half of his ice cream before giving in and meeting Alex’s eyes, and he cannot for the life of him read what he sees in them. “Can I tell you a secret?” Alex says. Henry hums and lifts an eyebrow. “Is it a good one?” “Maybe?” Alex says. He pokes at his ice cream and eats another spoonful, looking carefully at Henry. “I was gonna kiss you at midnight.” * At the NYE Gala, Henry starts feeling the hazy edges of anxiety and an uncomfortable tightness in his chest. It takes him longer than it should to take notice of the feeling, and even longer to realise that the cause is likely the binder he’s been wearing all day. He escapes the party, Alex gets him upstairs to his room to change, and the rest of the night goes far differently than Henry could have expected.

Uncut not Uncultured by inexplicablymine

“Excuse me? Have I dealt with Uncircumcised Dick? Are you at a hookup or something right now and a little lost?” “Yes, have you dealt with uncircumcised dick, no I’m not at a hookup, I am having an existential crisis and I need support okay Liam!” Alex’s voice pitches up at the end showing that he really is worried about something to do with foreskin. __________________ One Trader Joe’s Pride themed phallic treat, one existential crisis with your ex and his current lover, one hot and steamy night to work it all out.

The Key to Home by MoonCheeseRavioli

Henry isn't like that at all. He's not cold and robotic, he's just nervous. He's just a boy. Maybe they can just be boys tonight. No fucking titles or parts to play. Just people in a room in a house, doing something for themselves for once.

You'll Be Glowing, Chasing Shadows Away by Mags (sparklepocalypse)

In the weeks leading up to Alex’s eighteenth birthday, he spends hours meticulously crafting a list of things that adults are legally permitted to do, and minors are not. It takes nearly twice as long to decide which items to sidebar, so he can narrow the list down to a manageable number. Finally, he’s left with four: 1. register to vote; 2. buy a lottery ticket; 3. get a tattoo; 4. go to the adult novelty shop. (Or, five times Alex tries something he's seen on the internet, and one time he involves Henry.)

The Better Part by dorian_burberrycanary

Henry has no reason to be in New York, no acceptable public excuse, just a three-day gap in his schedule and a boyfriend he hasn’t seen in six weeks. Six weeks and two days, his mind supplies. For a moment he considers blaming that knowledge on how the American election is an easy date to remember. Instead, he texts Alex: We’re apart for weeks but my body misses you in days, in minutes.

warm from the inside out by cricketnationrise

“Can I pull you away from what I’m sure is fascinating research for a bit of a break?” “Mmm, depends on what kind of break,” Alex teases. “Tax law is pretty captivating.” “I was thinking,” Henry begins slowly, smudging kisses from Alex’s shoulder and up his neck, “that the break could go something like this.”

(lord, save me) my drug is my baby by coffeecatsme

Henry isn’t home when Alex returns from his weeklong trip to his father’s lakehouse in Texas. There is, however, a bat hanging from their fan, wings curled around its little body, a drop of drool clinging to his lips. Sleeping. “Huh,” Alex says, tilting his head. “I didn’t know vampires could actually turn into bats.” Or, 5 times Alex learns something new about Henry and 1 time Henry learns something new about Alex.

Celebration by Anonymous

It’s foolish, to do this now instead of later when they have time, but Henry wants it too much to resist. He always wants, always. Henry and Alex celebrate the election victory.

So No One Told You Life Was Gonna Be This Way by DracoWillHearAboutThis

Alex froze in his tracks, the abrupt movement causing him to drop his freshly bought cup of coffee right onto his new white sneakers. At the sound, Pez and Bea both turned to stare at him, eyes wide and slightly panicked. “Please tell me you didn’t hear that,” Pez whispered, with a note of desperation in his voice. “What do you mean, Henry is in love with me?!” Alex asked, his own voice high-pitched. “Well,” Nora said, grinning as she leaned back in her own seat. “This should be interesting.”

A Long Way From the Playground by allmylovesatonce

Henry and Alex were best friends growing up until they went to separate colleges and they grew apart. When they see each other again as adults, against the odds, both living in the same city again, will it be a joyful reunion or will the pain of the years apart get in the way? How do you become friends again when there is so much of the past in the way?

and I see forever in your eyes by viciouslyqueer

“What went wrong, love?” Henry asks quietly, anxiety curling around him and weighing on his stomach at the thought of having hurt Alex in any way. To his surprise, Alex lets out a little laugh. “Nothing, actually.” Henry frowns. “But… you safeworded. Something was obviously wrong.” Alex stays silent for a few moments. He seems to hesitate before speaking. “I just… didn’t want you to open that drawer.” — A brief misunderstanding and a ruined surprise turn out better than expected.

Toe the Line by OrchidScript

Henry plays piano while Alex studies. Alex gets caught live-streaming. Henry has a response handy.

Tickling the Ivories by bleedingballroomfloor

"What is it, baby?" Alex asks with a lick of his lips, one hand squeezing Henry's thigh and the other cupping his face. Henry growls. "You know what it is, you wanker," he whispers. They're so close that their lips brush with each word they speak. "Now are you going to continue to tease me like the arse you are, or are you going to drag me to the bedroom and actually fuck me?" "The bedroom?" Alex chuckles, sliding up his hand to thread his fingers through Henry's hair. He moves his mouth to Henry's ear and says, "Remember when you wouldn't let me fuck you on that piano back in Kensington? Well, this one isn't an old antique, babe."

Teach Me, Teach Me, Teach Me (How to Love) by politics_and_prose

“The beauty of love is that you can fall into it with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.” - Ritu Ghatourey Henry expects the coming school year to be much the same as the previous ones. He couldn't be more wrong.

tiny pretty things by shinebackbaby

Having completely gotten lost in his thoughts, he must've been staring, because Nora's saying, "Earth to Henry. What are you staring at, babe? Would you like to try?" From the tone of her voice it's obvious she's mostly joking, but Henry, not knowing what's gotten into him, actually considers. He remembers wondering how it all feels. Sure, he's had concealer put on his dark circles about a million times, and blush on his cheeks to give his face just the slightest warmth instead of the pale and hollowed-out look he privately sported for many years after his father's passing. But it just never felt the same as the things they did to Bea, the things June and Nora are doing to themselves right now. He thinks. Wonders. Considers. And he nods. He nods his head and says, in a bit of a small voice, "Er. Yeah, actually. I'd like that, I think." Or in which Henry tries out makeup with the help of Nora and June, and Alex is positively in love with it.

First Time for Everything by Celaestis

“I love that you love it.” He moves, gesturing for Henry to sit, and then straddles Henry's lap. His smile is as sharp as a knife when he kisses Henry. “I love everything about it – the way you look, the noises you make. How fucking amazing you feel around me, sweetheart.” He grinds slowly against Henry as he talks. "I wanna feel that too."

In the teeth of strong opposition by clottedcreamfudge

"You know what?" Henry says loudly, annoyed beyond belief that he has to hear for the millionth time how fucking cool Alex is with Henry's sexuality. "If you're such a good ally, why don't you suck me off? Since you're so insistent, why not get on your knees, Alex?" He regrets the words as soon as he says them, but it's not like he can shove them back into his mouth; he can't take them back. He closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see the shocked expression on Alex's face and takes a few deep breaths. "Sorry," he says tightly a moment later, eyes still closed. "That was uncalled for." "Do you want me to?"

would you wait for me? by smc_27

Henry Fox has made Alex nervous from the second they met. Now it’s different. Now Alex has to try and find a shirt to wear to a party where he’ll inevitably see Henry for the first time in a year. For the first time since Alex’s heart was broken and he’d made what felt like the brave and smart decision and left. Coming back might be a mistake.

Little Matters by pridepages

Henry Fox never expected to have children. As the black—or rainbow—sheep of the family, he accepted that long ago. But tragedy takes the lives of his brother and sister-in-law. Suddenly, Henry finds himself the guardian of his precocious little niece, turning his life upside down! Alex Claremont-Diaz is just fine, thank you very much. Freshly graduated from NYU Law, he’s ready to kick off his career. One day, he runs into a handsome man with his little girl. Sometimes we have to find each other before we can find ourselves.

jump in with your heart first by stutteringpeach

Pez sets it up. Some guy from work, he says. Gorgeous, too smart for his own good, a mouth that will get him into trouble. Henry raises an eyebrow. “Whatever you’re thinking,” Pez sings, wearing a smirk, “the answer is yes.”

Who Will I Become Tonight? by athousandrooms, ifyoustay

Attending their ten-year high school reunion isn't among Henry's ideal weekend plans, but Alex makes a really strong case for them to go together and have some spiteful fun. The problem is, Henry's in love with his straight best friend, and Alex thinks it's a brilliant idea to fake date. Best laid plans, they say.

Love, Pyramus by SprigsofViolets

Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor has always been different, and he spends his life finding himself in the pages of a book, connecting with queer people through literature. “To every person in search of somewhere to belong who happened to pick up this book, I hope you found a place in here, even if just for a few pages. You are loved. I wrote this for you. Keep fighting, keep making history, keep looking after one another.” —Casey McQuiston; Red, White, and Royal Blue

five times alex and henry tried something kinky (and one time they didn't) by cmere

Alex knew Henry loved his stupid fucking dirty talk, but if he were pressed to admit it, he loved it too, especially knowing that they were doing something they very much weren't supposed to—and that even though it wouldn't be the same scandal it once was, it would still be a fucking shock to someone's delicate sensibilities and most likely get them in a lot of trouble. What Alex loved most was that Henry got off on this shit as much as he did, too. OR five times Alex and Henry tried something kinky, and one time they didn't

Stars and Stripes by lucy_in_the_sky

Alex and Henry’s Fourth of July celebrations ft. an oh-so patriotic pair of star spangled boxers.

Hope and Glory by everwitch

Any moment now, that door will open again and another man will enter, another stranger will bare himself and quietly slot himself into the hole in the wooden panel. And Henry will swallow him down, willingly, greedily. He will use his mouth and his tongue and both of his hands, and he will lose himself in every little sound, every low groan and trembling whimper, every sharp intake of breath. He will bring the stranger to the brink and then over it, will smile faintly as feels the man pulsing in between his hands, will brush a chaste kiss against the tip before he lets go. Henry joins an exclusive, members only sex club and lives out an impossible fantasy. Along the way, he forms a connection with an enigmatic lover.

Gay Panic Button by Void_senpai

In which Alex is Alex and Henry's little gay heart cannot survive his bullshit. Or Chapters from the book and offscreen scenes from Henry's POV

AirBnB My Baby by indomitablelove

Alex grips his hand on the poker again. “Who the fuck are you?” he asks through gritted, chattering teeth. “And why do you have a key?” His mind is spinning a thousand miles an hour. What if this guy is a former guest who had his own key cut? What if he’s been waiting to pounce after seeing Alex arrive alone? What if he actually was working with Shaan? "Oh, fuck," he says. The word sounds different in his mouth, like it’s something new, crisp and barely used, not like it does coming from Alex’s mouth – well-worn, with an alarming frequency. Something seems to dawn on the man. Alex really, really wishes that he’d bring him up to speed. “Right,” he says, “yes. My name is Henry, this is… well, my house and I think I’ve monumentally cocked up.” -- After June and Nora's flight gets grounded in the snow, Alex ends up at the holiday cottage they booked alone. He gets an unexpected visitor in the night. Then they get snowed in together.

my little dove by dearestalez

“Kinda cliché,” Alex says, looking up at the mural. “It’s Bea’s favourite piece,” Henry says. Alex looks at him, “that makes sense.” They travel through a plethora of shops. Henry picks up a hat, Alex holds a jumper to his chest and twirls until Henry is giggling into his fingers. “Why do they never have my size?” Alex laments, holding a nice pair of shoes that don’t come in seven and a half. Only seven or eight. Henry doesn’t mean to laugh, he didn’t really think that was something he did. Laugh at people’s expense. But he isn’t doing that. Alex is pouting over a pair of shoes, with wide brown eyes and slumped shoulders, and Henry is laughing at the absurdity of it all. He never thought that the man across the building cradling a beer to his chest was the type to pout and whine when a shop didn’t carry his size. He never thought he’d find that out. He never thought that stranger from that bar would turn into someone he knows. “You’re a dick,” Alex says, but he’s grinning and Henry is weak.

Pump The Volume by absoluteaudacity

Zahra, sitting across the table from Alex, gives him a stony glare. “Aids?” she signs and he shakes his head obstinately. His hearing aids make his ears itch and he isn’t wearing them in his own house, even if that house is The White House.

you're leaving (now i'm left amongst the living) by peppermintpatties

Six years since they've been together, Alex and Henry were now a far cry from the lovestruck couple they once were when their history began. If you ask Alex, all of it was Henry’s fault. If you ask Henry, he’d agree and say that Alex was right. But before Alex could ever find out why Henry does not seem like the man he once decided to spend the rest of his life with, he already walked away from it all. Now, Henry was alone, left to deal with whatever shattered remains he could salvage from his life. Or, the one where Henry’s sick and Alex only finds out two years after they've broken up.

shaken, not stirred by annesbonny

It starts when Henry orders a vodka martini, shaken not stirred. Or, the one where Alex has a little bit of a Thing for Bond, and Henry, after a very small amount of convincing, indulges him.

Rome, By All Means by schmulte

After five years away from home, His Royal Highness Prince Henry is finally returning to Europe to embark on a royal tour. After a particularly rough night filled with anxiety and homesickness, Henry sneaks out of his hotel to explore Rome and winds up asleep on a park bench. He's taken in by Alex, the son of a former US president trying to lay low after too much time spent in the press, and spends the night on his couch. From there, Alex is determined to show Henry a good time for at least one day of freedom, and the two become unlikely friends, and maybe something more.

Aftercare by whimsymanaged

When Alex has an intense hookup without aftercare, he finds himself on his best friend Henry’s doorstep in desperate need of looking after.

you're so gorgeous (it actually hurts) by vibrantsaturn

He's planning on mindlessly scrolling through his timeline while he waits for Henry to join the red carpet, but he feels an amused huff leave him when he sees 'alex can you fight,' is trending. His lip quirks up as he clicks on the screen to see what all of this is about, and he feels his breath leave him instantly. What the fuck. So. Henry has made it to the red carpet. And he looks fucking ethereal. Shit, he can't believe he gets to marry this man. How is his life real? or, People are thirsting over Henry on Twitter, and you know what? Valid. Alex can fight.

love is blind(folded) by weather_stained

“Baby,” he says, “you know I love what you can do with your gorgeous mouth, but I don't think even you could make me concentrate long enough to actually come amidst all this." He waves his hand in the general direction of the street where it sounds like they're repeatedly putting pieces of concrete in a blender and then throwing the whole blender in the garbage disposal. "Hm." Henry cocks his head to the side, letting his messy morning hair flop in his eyes. He purses his lips. "I might have an idea. If you trust me." There's loud construction outside the brownstone, but Henry helps Alex escape the noise.

The Witching Hours by RadioFriday

Henry drowned today in the waters of Lake LBJ. Henry also drowned yesterday. Alex was there. He remembers. June is certain she is breaking some kind of witching law but can't bring herself to care. Death of the Endless is a good sport even though she's far too busy for this Groundhog Day bullshit.

until next week! if you want to be tagged in future lists, let me know!

#rwrb rec list #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #alex and henry #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #alex x henry #fic rec #rwrb fic rec #rwrb fanfiction

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niqhtlord01 · 3 months ago

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The Great Git Hunt Part 2: The Hunt for the Red Angel

The first signs of the coming storm were ironically the sudden drastic decline in ork planetary assaults. Imperial commanders awoke to find the greenskin forces they had been fighting against for decades in protracted wars had seemingly packed up and left the conflicts without a trace. While the less experienced commanders rejoiced at the sudden shift in their fortunes the more veteran commanders who had gritted their teeth against the orks knew that orks lived for battle, and if they were leaving good fights then something far beyond their measure was calling them. An intuition that proved true, as the call of Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka to hunt down the daemon Primarch Angron was not a summons one could easily defy.

Some Warboss’s tried and continued their waaagh’s, outright ignoring the green prophet. They did not last long as they quickly found themselves assaulted by Ghazghkull’s sub commanders and were cut down in front of all their bois to see.

It soon became clear to every ork that only WAAAAGH that mattered was Ghazghkull’s, and any other warboss was well to keep that in mind lest the green prophet came for them next.

While planetary assaults did decrease, raids against shipping lanes increased a hundred fold as ork ships raided any and all ships they could find for information.

Xeno species such as the Tau knew nothing of the Primarch and were swiftly slain after each interrogation. The Eldar and Drukari spoke only in riddles which frustrated the orks to no end and so they chained them up in the squig pens to loosen their flappy bits. Even the Necrons were not spared the uncharacteristically inquisitive dialogue of the orks, though they grew tired of such guttural degradations of the spoken word and more often flayed the orks rather than suffer more than a minute of their company.

The most valuable sources of information the orks quickly found was amongst the human traders and merchants that travelled the lengths of the Imperium of Man.

Normally the Inquisition would have silenced the nature of chaos from even the lowliest of hive dwellers, but since the fall of Cadia and the opening of the Great Rift their ability to silence the nature of their great enemy had evaporated. Merchant ships were more than ever needed for critical resupply and as such the Imperial navy began warning them of hostile chaos fleets and worlds under siege by the great enemy to have them divert and keep their precious cargo safe. Information the merchant captains happily passed along to their greenskin interrogators to spare their lives.

Orks felt a surge of joy as they felt closer than ever to finding their prey; but soon found the lack of nuance the captains had between the forces of chaos to be more of a hindrance than expected.

On the moon of Joria VI the Thousand Sons sorcerer Ashmeer was conducting a grand ritual that used the alignment of planets in system to open war rift only for an ork space hulk to emerge from the warp and collide with the moon, shattering it in the process and putting an end to Ashmeer and his ritual.

On the former Forge world of Orion Prime, the Plague Lord Fulgar the Vermin Lord had just finished reducing the hive cities into mounds of rusting metal and gurgling swamps when Warboss Big Tinka arrived. He found navigating the swamps and insect infested forests tiresome and so had his burn’na bois put half the planet to the torch while they fought the plague lord’s forces. It wasn’t until half the world had been reduced to cinder that the Warboss and Fulgar came to blows and Big Tinka learned that these weren’t the right chaos bois. To the Plague Lord’s surprise the orks packed up and left the world soon after leaving a dumb founded Fulgar laughing as he had a new tale to share with the great grandfather Nurgle.

On the Slaanesh daemon world of Silviya, the Ork Warboss Bug Smasha found himself and his bois trapped in a continent sized maze as all the walls are purple. This predicament at first amused the Emperor’s Children warlord Ya’tel the Faithless as the Warboss would walk headfirst into walls he could not see over and over. Ya’tel ceased laughing however when the orks begin using feces to smear the walls to mark where they’d been.

Across the length of the Great Rift Chaos forces found their operations and schemes interrupted by ork forces at every turn. It was almost impossible for the Warbosses to control their boi’s once the fighting got started, but rein them in they did out of sheer fear of Ghazghkull when they learned they weren’t the right chaos gits.

It was beginning to look like the Red Angel would remain just out of the green prophet’s furious grasp when finally a lead came in from the most unsuspecting of informants.

A little known Warboss by the name of Gorgutz 'Ead 'Unter, emerged from the warp aboard his massive Kill Koozer Sturnn’s Bane, when he stumbled upon an imperial convoy of refugee ships fleeing the system. The battle with the protecting escort ships was painfully short and several of the refugee ships were captured in Traktor Kannons and their survivors brought before the Warboss.

Unlike the other of his Kind, Gorgutz had fought enough for the spiky gits to know the differences between them and asked the right questions to the cowering humans.

Gorgutz: WAt’cha runn’in from?

Gazareth: T-ttt-ttt-traitors.

Gorgutz: Ye’h?

Gorgutz: Wha bann’a they got?

Gazareth: I….I don’t unders-

Gorgutz: *Grabs human by throat with power claw and hoists them up as the other humans start wailing.

Gorgutz: See dat?

*Directs Gazareth’s gaze at the Warbosses banner

Gorgutz: DAt’z MY BANN’A! Yu See’z dat and yu’z knows yu fight’n BIG BAD GORGUTZ!!!!

Surrounding Orks: *Cheering and wooping as they stomp their feet.

Gorgutz: SHUT IT!

Gorgutz: *Puts human down; leans over them.

Gorgutz: U’z git it now?

Gazareth: YES! YES! GOD EMPEROR YES!

Gorgutz: Gud; now, wha bann’a these spiky bois got?

Gazareth: It was a great maw, and –and-and there was a planet in between its teeth!

Gorgutz: Yea?

Gorgutz: Draw it.

Gazareth: But…I have nothing to-

Gorgutz: *Grabs nearest Gretchin and with swift snap of powerklaw decapitates it. He then proceeds to toss the body over to Gazareth as the blood pools out of its neck.

Gazareth: * Hesitating for a moment, they reluctantly dip their finger into the blood and begin to draw the symbol they saw on the Chaos Space Marine’s pauldrons.

Gorgutz: *Watches the symbol take shape and begins to smile. It is a symbol he has seen before a long time ago on a world that was the first cornerstone of his rise to power.

Gorgutz: Das gud; real gud.

Gorgutz: *Leans down to come face to face with Gazareth.

Gorgutz: A’n u’z see da git who led deez spiky bois?

Gazareth: *Takes several nervous gasps as he looks into the ork’s red eye.

Gorgutz: Go’on den; I ain’t gonna hurt’z ya.

Gorgutz: Tell me wha dey look’d like a’d I’ll let’s u’z go on ya way.

Gazareth: I heard there was a great daemon, tall as a building that led them.

Gazareth: They had coils hammered into their skull and wings as big to block out the sun.

Gorgutz: Any’ting else?

Gazareth: They wore a dozen skulls around their neck, like trophies.

Gorgutz: *Stands up and starts laughing.

Gorgutz: We’z GOT’M!

Gorgutz: *Turns to second

Gorgutz: Cast off dat trash and git us back to the big boss.

Gazareth: But you said I would be let go!

Gorgutz: *Turns back grinning

Gorgutz: I lied.

Gorgutz: *Motions for guards to take hummies away.

Gorgutz: Lock’m up! But keep’m whole.

Gorgutz: Ghazghkull gonna wanna hear dis.

#scifi #story #writing #original writing #funny #niqhtlord01 #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #angron #World Eaters #Greenskins #ghazghkull mag uruk thraka #Gorgutz #fanfic #fanfiction #Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka #imperium of man

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holylustration · 8 months ago

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Looking forward to cracking open this new chapter :3

#rogue trader #edge of daybreak unbroken #fanfic recs #mags

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lurkingindoorways · 9 months ago

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“I began to think hard about the world, about my place within it, and about fear. About the figure of the merchant, the trader who deals in strange and dangerous goods, how it can be found in so many myths and fables, dealing in second-hand nightmares. And how rarely the merchant themself is ever punished in those stories”

- Mikaele Salesa, mag 181: Moving On

“The stranger reached over and retrieved from behind the log on which he sat an unusually shaped sack. Within it, I could spy an assortment of trinkets, ranging from battered knives and chipped porcelain to fine jewelry, small ivory figures and even a set of gambler’s dice.

‘Luck assumes a myriad of forms,’ he proclaimed, his practiced manner warm and inviting, ‘and today it takes the form of a simple traveler offering you his wares.’”

- statement giver, tmagp 4: Taking Notes

“I was just this figure stepping into their lives long enough to gift them fortune or, more often, misery before moving on.”

“I’ve seen how they treat people who give them away…Well… maybe just once more. For old time’s sake.” [Transcription ends due to interruption. Statement giver declared dead by paramedics at-scene.]

- statement giver, tmagp 9: Rolling With It

Hmmm the parallels of the role of the merchant. It’s seeming pretty important in tmagp and I don’t know why. I need everyone’s thoughts on this

#the magnus archives #tma #the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #mikaele salesa #tma 181 #tmagp 4 #tmagp 9

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organic-spuds · 5 months ago

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finally finished reading all of owls of gahoole

tried to conceptualise what a hagsfiend would actually look like and i think i did a fairly good job

only intentionally drawn characters were coryn and trader mags

getting better at posing and stuff

i notice i literally only use a very sketchy style or very jagged style with pencil and biro

#legend of the guardians #the owls of ga'hoole #biro #my art #brain currently screaming #my skrunklies #pencil #currently deprived of my beloved pastels

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kassandrasdisciple · 22 days ago

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Fears X Killers Pt.2

Welcome to part two of what Fears from the Magnus Archives I think the Killers from DbD would serve.

If you missed part 1 you can find it here, as always this is what Entity I think the Killers would be Avatars of, not who they'd be victims of. I.E. The Legion would be preyed on by The Lonely but they wouldn't serve it.

With that out the way, here are my picks!

The Plague

The Corruption

In all honesty Adiris could be the "pestilent chieftain who found her breath sloughed from her body and rotted whatever it touched" in MAG: 200. I won't say much to justify this choice because ... who else would she serve? She feels analogous to Jane Prentiss in a way. She was scared of The Corruption/Entity, she reached out for help from others, but the only answer she got was from The Corruption/Entity itself. She becomes a symbol of Plague, not in shame but in servitude to her god(s).

The Oni

The Slaughter

Rage, pride and avarice. Kazan speed runs becoming a Slaughter avatar. He believes himself to be better than other samurai of the era, killing, humiliating and hunting down any he saw as inferior. He got genuinely confused as to why people had an issue with his mass murdering as he saw it as purifying the samurai class.

His end starts with him being so unable to differentiate his victims that he kills his own father. Instead of taking this as a sign to reflect he blames the lord who's been badmouthing his family name, so he kills his guards, rips out his tendons and tongue and is finally defeated by a whole-ass peasant army.

Kazan is what Melanie would've become if she had a Kanabō instead of a box cutter.

The Deathslinger

The Stranger

This one is gonna be from left field but stay with me. Caleb grew up as an Irish immigrant in the wild west. He spent his childhood being treated as the "Other", watching his father be denied jobs due to his Irishness.

After an adolescence of othering and loneliness, being ignored by his peers, he makes a trade of selling patents, but he doesn't get recognition for these inventions, no that glory goes to his soon-to-be nemesis Henry Bayshore.

After being set up, he's sprung from prison to become a bounty-hunter. Arriving in towns across the frontier to haul off outlaws with his gruesome inventions, and dissappear straight after. He forms the Hellshire gang that eventually helps him kill his last 2 victims; the guy who freed him and his nemesis Henry. They die in a faceless mob set upon them by Caleb.

Caleb was a mysterious trader of ill-fortune like Salesa but, unlike Mikaele, he never rose out of anonymity. He was never recognised for either his patents or his inventions, finally leaving this plane after a mindless mob of gang members and numbered, depersoned, prisoners ripped apart his most hated duo.

The GILF gunman would roll with the Circus.

The Blight

The Eye

Just deadass ran the 1850s version of MKUltra. If Jurgen Lightner invented Cocaine and LSD you would get Talbot Grimes. Both also got brained by a pipe too.

Talbot didn't set out to be cruel or even kill, he just had a hyperfixation for chemistry and drugs. He originally wanted to learn everything about how people react to stimuli and exposure to chemicals. But once he got a taste for the forbidden knowledge of the Entity he obsessed over the Pustula flowers. His thirst for that which he couldn't comprehend lead him into the realms, and into abducting other killers to experiment on even when that is an incredibly stupid idea. He needs to know.

The Twins

The Lonely

The only sympathetic killer on this list depending on how you view Adiris. Very different from the part 1, now they're all bastards.

In this I'll just be writing about Charlotte as its most likely that the Victor we see isn't actually Victor.

With that, Charlotte just wants to be left alone. She's been hunted all her life because of her conjoined status. She's lost all belief in other people as they've continually scorned, attacked, and hunted her. Watching as they burnt her mother at the stake.

I'm not gonna lie, Charlotte's backstory always gets me, it's a shame she's always played by the worst people ever. Anyways Charlotte is solidly The Lonely, she wants to be alone with her family, even if their dead, she wants to rest, and she will kill to protect that isolation. And honestly? I can't blame her.

The Trickster

The Corruption

This also might seem strange but I want to prime you with this first. Think of The Corruption as seen in MAG: 153, Lovebombing. Instead of being like Adiris mirroring Jane, Ji-Woon is the Hive. A Corruption of love.

He killed because he wanted to hear his fans scream his name, beg for him. He loved Yun-Jin for making him a star, and in repayment he gave her a front row seat to his human orchestra. Ji-Woon needs to feel seen and heard and loved. He's closer to the monsters of The Corruption (the hive, petite scarabée, Agape the dog) than the other avatars who serve it.

The Artist

The Eye

I lied! There is another sympathetic killer! I would die for Carmina, she did nothing wrong, and I'll hear nothing more on the matter. However to justify my pick, we'll have to show how Carmina became a killer because of the Eye.

Growing up in Chile, Carmina saw corruption and apathy everywhere. She channeled this into her art, painting her feelings of grief and anger for both herself and her country onto her canvas. When a shady organisation tried to commission her, she exposed them, forming a group of radical artists that painted murals of their exploitation.

Unfortunately when Carmina and her friends sought refuge with her father, he sold them out. But as her tongue and hands were cut off she called down the crows, stand-ins for her own emotional trauma, making her attackers suffer the same pain as her.

I know crows are symbols of the Entity, but in her lore they read as symbolism for her own feelings aswell. Forcing the same emotions onto her kidnappers via animals associated with thought and knowledge? Very Eye coded.

The Dredge

The Dark

The Dredge is hard to categorise. The village it spawns from is an exact match to The Sick Village of MAG: 164. Born of paranoia, the Dredge is a manifestation of the villagers fear, sleep deprivation and repression. However the Dredge doesn't really fit the themes of The Corruption, it didn't root itself in flesh and wait to sprout in silence. It lurked in the shadows, picking off the weak, and alerting the villagers to its existence. Now this was just Otto building up the myth of the Durandee. But these are the attributes the Dredge is eventually born with.

Also within the game the Dredge favours the dark. It strips visability, exploding out of lockers and has a formless incohesion of a body. Within the TMA universe I think it's more similar to the stalking, Still and Lightless Beast. Furthermore, the villagers being a mass sacrifice to call forth the Dredge feels very similar to the mass drownings that the people's church did on the eclipse.

Or I could just say it makes game go dark so The Dark.

The Knight

The Vast

Breaking the mold we have the first, and what I think will be the last, Vast killer.

Tarhos is strange, it's almost easier to define him by what he isn't. He didn't revel in Slaughter like Oni, only killing when people were in his way. He was fascinated with the Entity but not like Blight was, he's not obsessed with knowing more, he just wants to be closer to it. He didn't hunt, or isolate or manipulate his followers/enemies. Truely, when you read his lore you get this impression of detachment, the only time he shows passion is when he remembers the feeling of the Entity's power, how insignificant he felt.

It's not just himself he sees as insignificant however, he travels from Turkey to Portugal and doesn't even parse the distance, it's such a small journey to him in relation to what he's searching for, a map to the Entity's realm. He doesn't understand the laws of honour and valour the other Lords hold him to, to Tarhos, laws are feeble restrictions on his freedom.

His apathy to his dead family, his comments on the all encompassing affect of war and how it makes civilians insignificant and his view of this world as "cosmic mud" screams Vast avatar to me and I can't think of any other Fear he'd suit.

The Skull-merchant

The Hunt

Our final killer for this part, and a pretty meh one at that. Adriana's backstory is pretty muddled, she's an overachiever who's dad is a mediocre manga artist (who also prophesied her fate). She has a normal childhood, becomes a business mogul and starts live, laugh loving late-stage capitalism. As with all tech billionaires this inspires a want to kill other humans personally instead of by proxy, so she starts hunting people for sport.

We don't really hear much of her exploits though? Only the one that she fucks up and ends up with her in the realm. Because of this and I guess her interest in hunting people, that she apparently had all along, she's in The Hunt. Abit of a disappointment to end on, and I hope they give her more lore in the future that expands on her murders whilst she was in the real world but we'll see.

And that's our second set of killers!

I just noticed that I've repeated 2 fears twice, same as in part 1. Obviously if you disagree with any of my choices please let me know. Most could be easily assigned Desolation or Hunt but I like trying to find the more unique choices. The only fear I haven't covered yet is The Extinction (and I have a good candidate next time).

The next part will cover Singularity, Unknown, Litch, Dark Lord and Houndmaster. I'll either keep it as just those 5 or cover 5 of the licences aswell to make a full ten.

As always thank you for reading.

< Icons and art came from the dbd wiki and Grace Holsten's tumblr respectively >

#the magnus archives #tma #the magnus institute #tma avatars #dbd killers as avatars #dbd #dead by daylight killers #dead by daylight

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holylustration · 4 months ago

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Dopamine Week #4: Fic Recommendation

My theme for Dopamine Week is "WIPs." And on that front, I have two WIPs in mind: one that I am currently caught up on and another that I haven't gotten to fully sink my teeth into yet.

Recommendation #1: Edge of Daybreak Unbroken by @themagnificentmags

So, I think I began reading Edge of Daybreak Unbroken during the very first Dopamine Week, so I'm glad to be able to give it a recommendation and bring it full circle!

Here's why Edge of Daybreak Unbroken is worth your time:

The premise is Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader, New Game Plus. And I love that. I find it has that meta quality narrative where I, as the reader, can empathize with the main character when she sees the outcome of a choice she never took.

Despite it being a game "retelling," it isn't a one-for-one copy and paste of the game's script. And even the events that we see happening through Eltura's eyes aren't always a match for what we see in the game, as she might just nuke the planet from orbit rather than deal with the obvious and problematic trap that lurks on its surface.

The prose is a beautiful balance of matter-of-fact, dry humor, and evocative description. Mags gets you the necessary information to understand what's going on in a very unfussy, reader-friendly way, and then hits you upside the head with a bat as she describes what its like to wiggle teeth loose from their sockets with a tongue and subsequently choke on them.

You really can't help but cheer for Eltura. She comes back to relive all her horrors because she wants Heinrix to stay with her this time (and who WOULDN'T want that?), only she slips and falls into Iconoclasm along the way. Also, I put her in the category of fashionable Rogue Traders because of her coat. She is criminally underrepresented in Rogue Trader art.

Mags is not just a delightful person, but also meticulous. She really wants to think through the lore and the canon implications of the story. So, you can be sure that Edge of Daybreak Unbroken is being written in a way that is thoughtful and deliberate.

Recommendation #2: Omnissiah Forgive Me by @jaal-ama-daravv

Having not gotten very far yet into Omnissiah Forgive Me, let me give you the reasons why I've chosen to catch up on the fic this week:

Pasqal is one of the hardest characters for me to write; his speech pattern and motivations generally elude me. And Jaal's got seven chapters of him? SEVEN chapters? Emperor above, grant me blessed cognition so that I may better write him!

Sometimes, I just need a little break from Marazhai or Heinrix, so why not sample something that isn't Nocturne or Calligos? :D

I've had the pleasure of hearing Jaal narrate excerpts during our live readings, and she puts so much raw emotion into each and every word. It is electrifying. I cannot WAIT to see how that plays out on the page.

Damn, if Kassard's description doesn't come off as an absolute and utter badass. Tall, strong, scarred woman? Not afraid of her emotion? Heck yes.

A shout goes out to Jaal herself for her dedication not just to the story, but also the Rogue Trader community. Whether she's a mod or organizing the gift exchanges, she's somewhere being a positive contributor! And she does all of that on top of one of the hardest real life jobs that I can imagine, so she deserves double the praise!

Whether you're reading one (or both) of the fics above, or you're starting on something else, thanks for joining us this week!

#rogue trader #warhammer 40k #rogue trader crpg #warhammer 40000 #fanfic #writing #Dopamine Week #fic recs

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quohotos · 1 year ago

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did u maybe also read guardians of ga'hoole? could i bother u for some of those owls?

YES! I did read all of them when I was like 11 or 12. Our school library had the full series. I don't remember if I liked owls before I discovered Ga'Hoole, or if I liked owls because of Ga'Hoole but either way it became like my THING for a couple years.

My favorite thing about them was that in the inner cover was all of the main characters illustrated with their names attached, and then in the back cover was four more characters illustrated who you hadn't met yet. I just thought that was so cool, and every time a new character was introduced I would flip back to the end cover and see if it was one of the ones shown off. I'm totally going to steal that technique if I ever get published.

I actually made a clay plant pot that had little (also clay) renditions of these guys pasted onto the side but I can't find it at the moment. If I ever do I'll post a picture of it.

oh, rant time:

I read ALL of the books, and then got two books into the wolf spinoff before I realized I just... didn't super enjoy Lasky's writing. I put up with it because owl but there were a lot of things that really baffled me as I reading. What the fuck was going on with gizzards? And magnets? Why were there always songs? Why did we get two expansion pack maps (wait, no that was cool I'm not complaining about that one)? Why was Soren's brother owl Hitler? I mean that literally, they say like "Hiel Kludd" and goose step and do a little owl salute. Why do all of the books I read as a child have animal Hitler in them??? Are the humans (sorry, others) all dead? Did the owls kill them? Trader Mags tears out the eyes of portraits and trades them, and laments the fact that she's never found violet eyes (is that a fucking Underland Chronicles Reference??? (I don't think it is now but I sure as heck thought so then). Why did it suddenly become first person but for like only one book? Why is Soren related to both Owl Hitler and Owl Jesus? Does Mist actually have magic powers or is she just like that? Why did Soren let his kids drink alcohol? Soren just starts a family off screen like welcome back he's a dad now? Am I allowed to make fun of the fantasy names that are impossible to spell and pronounce or are they actually Native names and I'm gonna appear super racist? God those were violent, like a lot of people died? What's all this shit about owls not pooping, they totally do poop in addition to dropping pelots? This book mislead me and I totally embarassed myself infront of the entire highschool biology class aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I remember walking downtown and going past a local mini movie theater. There were posters up for the Ga'Hoole movie and I was like HOLY FUCKING SHIT LETS GO LETS GO YES YES YES.

And then I saw it and it was just alright. I mean I'm not gonna say it was bad or anything, I don't think Zach Snyder ruined my life or whatnot but it was just okay. I feel like British Soren was anoying but they at least got Twilight correct. Mad they recast the spotted owl because they're native to where I grew up and we love the representation. They rolled the first like four books into one and changed the lore to kind of merge the moon blinking (which just dissipated from the story after book 2?????) with the animal magnetism that brainwashes his sister (fucking magnets again, magnets in the gizzards, how do they work?). Why did they put owl city on the soundtrack? I mean it was obligatory, they had to, but also why?

I did read all of them religiously, and I do have a great appreciation for owls as a result... but I'm just not as attached to them as I am the Underland Chronicles. I feel like they were good books for me as a kid, but I have very little desire to go back and re-read them.

#ask quohotos #bats and owls on demand #Art request #paint 3d #paint3d #ms paint #my art #my terrible art #crappy art #guardians of ga'hoole #owls #plus a bonus unhinged rant

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