My mood currently //

We should all collectively make a rp war game >Holds fingers together I’m not biased I swear //

<— watching with popcorn

Kroot go brr //

“ Hm . . ?”

So she says Yet the leaders of Yomi , Lady Carrion and her Cohort have yet to see the Water Caste Hmph ~

Kinda wild to me that it’s been like half a year since I started the seventh year emergence shit , and since I’ve gotten in this app //

Happy Halloween spooky fellas

[ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ] Kin. Kin of the Dark One. Spawned from the deepest reaches beyond the bounds of Immaterium and Materium. They walk amongst the citizenry of the heretics , blessed to be both forever presented and forever absent to the eye of the universe.

>Blinks >Months pass >Opens eyes

Back from cat vet day - what I miss //

Do you hear it ? That rumbling ? The thud of 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬. They cometh. //

“ Whatever you need to tell yourself to not get exiled ~ “

Fair enough.

Alright , I may actually do a Warhammer 40K fanfic — stupid brain making me do stupid things . . . If anyone wants to insert themselves into it , do this CYOA and I’ll figure something out cause that’s what I’m doin’ bushkulavor.neocities.org/Warhammer:%2... //

“ And yet , I can still see you staring as clear as day ~ “

— must also like toxic relationship environments.

“ Well - Well ~ “

Average Tomio PoV;

[ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ] [ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 ] A 𝐘𝐨𝐦𝐢 scout carrier exited through Warp Space nearing the Frostjord. The carrier itself a retrofitted old Imperial vessel whose make and model were likely lost to time and the administratum.

In the depth of Space. No one can hear you scream. Especially not when you’re on board a Imperium Vessel now devoid of a Gellar Field. What were the Astartes going to do without their Navigator ? Did he plan to jump blindly into Hells literal back yard after his business here ?

"Look to your battle gear and it will protect you." We guard it with our lives. "As your armour guards your life." As it has my fallen brethren. "Honour the craft of death." We serve only the Emperor. "Honour the battle gear of the dead." We ask only to serve. #40KRP #WHRP #MVRP

It’s okay — you don’t need to , Vulkan #3 You just keep doing you.

Alright I’m back Gonna response to @ofhanko.bsky.social for the Seventh Day Emergence stuff Then go back to lore posting. Might turn the Seventh Day Emergence stuff into a 40k Fanfic — dunno I’m in a writing mood this year I guess //

They have “ little guy “ syndrome though

The Elder God and it’s disciples desire T’au and / or Quarians — Quarians when.

[ 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] Smothered. Is what Raven felt like in the situation she had come to find herself by interacting and associating herself with the Elder God. Smothered by its Servants. It’s Cultist and Creatures. @ma1denraven.bsky.social

So eepy //

League crashed my PC :( Anyway rebooted , back to League //

“ Stop callin’ me that already . . . ‘sounds like a slur. “ He arm squeezed over her shoulder , his hand resting against her chest as if he had no concept of personal space. He flicked his nose , scratching his chin. “ So what about this ‘ Greater Good ‘ ?”

“ Don’t worry about those Imperium fuds — was just warning ya’ ‘bout ‘em s’ all. “ Wrapping an arm around the blue woman a hearty chuckle escaped from his lips , his bicep pressing against her cheek. “ We ain’t them s’ no worries , y’know ? “

Strange , no notif for this — // <— Nodding aggressively

Tactical T’au ! Go ! Embrace Heresy!

Yet again — like last time. He would awaken with a blanket around him , yet no one had been in his hiding place . . . Weird

Sorry for slight absence , between work , Sinners, and Supernatural I’ve been a bit preoccupied //

Certain ones that portray socially desirable traits.

Dad I’d Like to Fuck.

Shuuuuuuuut Things are being worked on 😤//

What aren’t you speaking to.

>Cracks neck Back to it //

Yes ?

“ I hope you don’t mind that I brought a friend . . Or two . . ~ “ #SeductiveSunday