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ice hockey nicknames be like:

also, assigned babygirl/angel/wifey by wikipedia:

update: new sidney crosby nicknames dropped over the weekend

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top ten wails of anguish in fiction

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Squidward clocking out of the Krusty Krab and heading to the nearest gay after hours event 

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asfdxfcjdgvsjhfb okay the tags on your reblog of my Vampire Sports Day post are fucking sending me and if you're taking art requests.......I'd absolutely sell my soul for some art of Lestat getting tackled into the dirt by his mom LMFAO (this is @covenofthearticulate btw <3)

imagine being a bully/jock at heart and birthing the franchise's biggest scene theatre kid 😭😭 i'd be dropping his ass in cairo too

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“I was now High Lord and could do what I wanted with trespassers threatening the peace of my lands. I claimed Lucien as my own—named him emissary, since he’d already made many friends across the courts and had always been good at talking to people, while I … can find it difficult. He’s been here ever since.” - ACOTAR, Chapter 18

Tamlin rescuing Lucien from his brothers. I thought about drawing this scene ever since I read it and wanting to make a gift for @yaralulu, who loves angsty stuff as much as I do, I finally took the time for it!

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FATHERKLOK S3 | EP5 skwisgaar's gibson origin

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i know hephaistos already fuses with concepts in p8 but he should do that with ifrita. who said that

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Oh, hey Cary

(@sorormaior and I have been chatting and y'all know what that means!!!!!!! Cary and Zadkiel reunite but uh, it doesn't go well)

Tags: Mentions of forced captivity, mentions of torture, Self-harm mentions

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Cary Kulikov did not often get reunited with old friends. As they walked down the halls of the Imperial Palace, they noticed a hulking figure at the other end, chatting casually as he looked down at Guilliman.

It took the former Night Lord a few moments to recognize who it was, but the wings gave it away immediately. The large silvery feathers could only belong to one child of Sanguinius, and a smile spread on Cary's face "Zad!" They called, cupping their mouth as they waved, a rush of excitement filled them as they began to jog over.

Zadkiel's head turned quickly, far further than what a normal primarch would be capable of. His eyes widened for a brief moment before his pupils became little more than thin slits. His wings began to fluff, raising up as Guilliman's face paled and he began to whisper something to Zadkiel, resting his hands on his shoulders.

Cary came to a halt. Something was wrong. Deeply, deeply wrong. It reminded them of Nacht, that same sudden shift and the predatory gleam that overcame once friendly eyes.

Zadkiel was quickly grabbed by Guilliman who turned to look at Cary, panic in the Primarch's gaze "RUN!" He shouted as Zadkiel's talons pierced the metal floor below him, dragging both of them across the floor.

Cary turned on their heel and began to run, hearing thuds and grunts from both Primarchs as an ear-piercing screech rang out. They kept running, finding a room and throwing themself inside, tapping the panel and locking the door. They pushed several pieces of furniture against the door before looking around for a vent, a secondary door, something.

Their thoughts were interrupted by several loud 'thuds' as something slammed into the door, beginning to form a sizeable dent. Shit. Guilliman was shouting on the other side, and there was a flood of ceramite boots thudding against the ground as a taloned hand shoved through the door, the arm partially degloves from the metal ripping the flesh from it. Cary scrambled for the vent before hearing several loud 'pops'. The taloned fist clenches as the arm swiftly retracted, more pops filling the air as there was one final, desperate screech.

There was a pause before Guilliman peeked through the hole in the door "He's...Been handled. You're ok now Cary. We'll get him moved before we get the door open." He assured.

Cary waited a few moments before the door was pried open, the furniture carefully pushed aside. Roboute approached, crouching down and carefully examining them for a few moments "Were you hurt?" He asked, their eyes meeting.

Cary shook their head "No, I'm ok." They leaned to the side, looking past Guilliman to see Zadkiel's limp body being carefully dragged away "What did you do?"

"Sedatives. It's the only way to stop him when he gets like that."

Cary stood slowly, the fear subsiding as concern took its place and they walked into the hall, watching the Ultramarines drag the Primarch away "....He didn't do that as a kid. Did something happen?" They looked back at Roboute who pressed his lips tightly together.

Roboute's fist tightened and released a few times before he spoke, a frown embedding itself deeply on his face "....Night Lords. I'm not sure how long they had him, he left not long after the Heresy in search of something. We found him in a very...unfortunate state. It took a few years to get him to the state he is in now. Before that, all he did was scream and fight." He explained, voice soft with concern.

It sounded so cruel, Cary wondered if Guilliman even realized it. Just locking someone away until they give in and their fight is gone. They looked up "Where are they taking him?" They asked.

"To his recovery room. It's quiet and comfortable, he'll be able to rest there until he's feeling ready to rejoin us."

Kulikov just kept staring.

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Zadkiel stirred slowly. He was lying on his stomach on a pile of pillows and blankets, his head spinning as he shifted back and forth, wings spreading wide as he started to wake. Oh. It must have happened again.

He started to sit up, blinking and stretching his limbs. He shook himself off, feathers drifting off in thick clumps. He yawned and stood, swaying for a few moments. He rested his palm against the wall and leaned, inhaling deeply and then relaxing as he approached the door. Ok. Put on a smile. You're fine. You're ok.

He stepped out, turned to the side, and a familiar face stared back;

"Hey, Zad."

Zadkiel stared at Cary, wondering if the sedatives were still in his system. He rubbed his eyes, using his wing to shield himself before looking over the top of his feathers.

"Oh. Hey Cary." He felt that insatiable fear beginning to burn away his freshly balanced mind, and he stepped back into the recovery room and closed the door. He took a few shaky breaths. This was ok. This was fine. Cary was ok. Cary was good.

He reopened the door, peeking out, and sure enough, Cary was still there holding a plate with some cookies "I brought you a snack." They held it up, and Zad gave the cookies a sniff before grabbing one and shoving it into his mouth, having to remind himself to chew.

"Thank you. It's been a while, huh?" Zadkiel looked down at Cary, slowly emerging fully from the room and leaning on the wall.

"Yeah. You feel a little better now?" Cary asked as they offered up another cookie.

Zadkiel noticed the slight tension in their shoulders, he could hear their elevated heartbeats "...Shit. Did I...I can't control it, I'm sorry. I really try, I do." He felt a heavy guilt settling in his stomach.

He fidgeted with his hands, tracing his fingers over his arm, tempting himself to reopen the wounds but his attention was brought back by a gentle hand on his side "Wanna go for a walk? No pressure to talk about anything, just get some fresh air." Cary offered, the smile on their face so genuine, so gentle.

But the teeth. They set Zadkiel on edge, but he took a breath. Calm down. It's ok. It's just Cary. He nodded "Yeah, ok, let's get going." He moved slowly, he wanted Cary in his line of sight.

They exited the hall and made their way to the sprawling greenhouse gardens. They walked on the beautifully paved and decorated paths, they looked over the ponds, over the flowers, and not a word was exchanged.

The artificial sun was warm, it soaked into his skin and feathers and it felt so good. He sighed, closing his eyes and stretching his wings out, desperate to catch every last ray. He had forgotten Cary was there until he moved his wings a little too quick, knocking the Night Lord to the ground "Oh shit, you ok?" He turned quickly, tucking his wings back and crouching down. He cocked his head to the side, sniffing the air for the scent of blood, but, it seemed that thankfully the Astartes was ok.

"Yeah, just caught me off guard." Cary sat up, and Zadkiel was quick to offer his hand. Cary flinched.

The Primarch retracted his hand as quickly as he offered it, shrinking away "Sorry, I forgot." He felt that hot ball of guilt burning in him, creating a thick lump in his throat "I can be gentle...I promise, I promise I can be careful!" He blurted, needing to prove it, needing to say it more for himself than Cary.

Cary held their hand up "I know, I trust you, c'mon, help an old Astartes up would you?" They joked, and Zadkiel carefully did so.

He moved back as soon as he had Cary on their feet, willing himself to be smaller, to be gentle, but that...was not a possibility "I'm sorry I knocked you down." He muttered, once again beginning to fidget with his hands, with his wings.

"Hey, no harm no foul. You didn't mean to." Cary assured, trying to approach.

Zadkiel retracted further, holding his hand close to his chest "No, you should stay back. I...Don't want to hurt you. You're so fragile." He felt panic beginning to settle in his system, and that same fog beginning to settle in his mind.

He felt his lips curling back, could feel the feathers on his back beginning to stand up, and an involuntary growl left his chest before a voice drew him back "Woah, woah, hey, come on Zad. Everything is just fine! You're ok, I'm ok, we're in the garden, right?" Cary gently set their hands on his arm, and Zadkile blinked as he looked down.

"Right...The garden." He took a shaky breath "Ok, I'm ok."

His arm was rubbed and he took a few more deep breaths "Yeah, we're ok. Come on, you wanna go back to your room for a bit? Maybe take another nap?" Cary offered.

Zadkiel nodded, standing back up. They walked together, and Zad took a few more deep breaths. They reached the recovery room, and Zadkiel looked down at Cary "Thank you. Y'know. For the food and walk."

Cary kept smiling "It's no problem. If you ever need me, I help ol' Robu out in his office." They patted his arm "You enjoy your nap. I'll see you soon, Zad."

"See you soon, Cary."

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i love the sanguinius jesus jokes as much as the next 40k fan. however, as far as personal characterization goes he’s an achilles. to me.

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Do you think someone drapes tinsel over the Emperor at Sanguinala time, to be festive

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Let me only slay Hector, and I do not care how soon death comes to me.

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you can tell a lot about someone based on their phone background. it shows what’s most important to them

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A sketch of Sanguinius on Baal. My headcanon is that he wore a lot of light long clothes. Like, Baal is a desert planet, why is he depicted as pale and in a toga? I think wearing a lot of clothes would make more sense. Yes, he is a primarch, such temperatures are probably not a problem for him, but he grew up in a culture of people living in the desert. I don't think he would wear a toga, which is not typical for them, plus he was a leader and was respected. Ornate clothes could well indicate his status.

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Luis Dante and young Iphigenia, pict captured by unnamed member of Imperial retinue

Kinda wanna do a series of “portraits” of the girls with their respective Chapter Masters, Fig was the first to come to mind just for the very obvious sort of. Holy Infant/Madonna and child symbolism

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Cowto Sicarius