the 17th Company of Night Lords

Welcome to Xavi and Co.! A WH30K/40K ask and roleplay blog for the 17th company of the VIIIth legion. interact only if over 18, can be NSFW. multi muse and all unstable. full of angst and TWs. (this blog is under rework, dunno when mun will actually get to it though.) !note: main is @solruthis

[17th-company]

Just a pinned post here (UNDER REWORK)

Check out RULES, thank you.

This is a multi muse blog for my 17th company of Night Lords

Both 30K and 40K

The bios are still very WIP but you can find them by searching #bio

Random stuff tagged #ooc

Music/song recommendations can be found from #music

Mun has like zero social skills but I'm always up to rp and plot (or just chat)

Feel free to send a random starter if you want, we don't even need to be mutuals

All characters are multiship

Follows and likes from @solruthis

PS. I also rp on discord! Add me if interested: chaospsyker

[17th-company]

"What have you done to my cat?" @ave-dominus-nostramos

"I do not have the slightest idea of what you are talking about, dear father," Xavier says calmly, a sinister smile tugging the corners of his lips when addressing the Primarch before him. Despite the calmness of his voice, there is clear tension on his shoulders, his posture rigid and fingers switching at his side. He dismisses the urge to reach for his blades, not allowing himself the tiniest comfort of just holding them.

It's been a few nights and he still doesn't really know how to act around his Sire. Or at least he thinks it has been a few nights, he doesn't know even that for certain. He finds it harder and harder nowadays to follow the paths of time, the torturous visions of things that could be mixing with the reality to the point where he doesn't know what's real most of the time. Even this could simply be some twisted illusion originating from the Immaterium.

Realizing his thoughts had started to wander again, Xavier makes himself snap back to the present, meeting his Sire's pitch black gaze with the darkness of his own. Last time he saw the cat in question was not too long ago, curled up happily in a dark corner with a belly full of treats that the damn thing had very much forced him to steal for him. But his Sire doesn't need to know that. After all that's happened, he owes the Primarch nothing.

Xavier drags the silence for a moment, taking in every miniscule reaction and non-reaction on his Sire's face, secretly imprinting them to his memory. His smile grows but never reaches his eyes as he finally continues:

"But if something has happened to it, perhaps you should ask someone who you did not abandon and has had the luxury of actually being part of your life, thus knowing more of the things happening in your household."

@ave-dominus-nostramos

[novosev]

Silly doodle for vday

[ave-dominus-nostramos]

The reason 40k Kon still holds fondness of Sanguinius and Ferrus? They died before they could poison his memory of them. They never personally betrayed him.

He got to watch everyone who lived become disgusting, hypocritical parodies of themselves. Part of it's his fault but none of the brothers ever reconciled. They aren't a family anymore in any way that matters. The centuries after the heresy is just a toxic mess of paranoid political jockeying, blatantly self serving acts and petty personal betrayals commited against each other by all of them. Because they all had mutually exclusive visions of what the galaxy must look like.

Kon will say that he is the only member of the family still acting selflessly but if you'll ask them? He's a rat.

[17th-company]

So, uh, 5-6 years ago when I came up with most of my WH OC stuff, I didn't really write down any of it. Now for the past few weeks I've been trying to desperately remember their backstories and stuff, and also 30k/40k lore.

Maybe this time I'll actually write this shit down.

And do bios for 17th company so I can get back to roleplaying? Maybe?

[m00wd]

Scars don't heal, wounds heal. Scars remain. Some remain open.

—M00wd

[paper-wounds]

[17th-company]

Hey!

I'm going down the WH rabbit hole again after a loooooong time. Just wondering if any of my mutuals are still alive?

[17th-company]

Hello friends!

I've been away from tumblr over half a year bc ✨life✨ happened but now I feel like writing and trying to connect with the living again, sOoOOoO anyone up for rp? Can be here or in discord, whichever you prefer

[extramadness]

[fuukonomiko]

The Night Haunter

Konrad Curze by D1sarmonia

[flunkyofmalcador]

Disarmonia is Ukrainian, currently taking refuge in Poland. Please buy her a Ko-Fi to support her until she can start taking commissions again!

[solruthis]

Here is link to her Ko-Fi!

[plussohailmomin]

You don't know loneliness until it's 3 am. And you're alone with your thoughts. And you don't have anyone who'd calm you down.

[amodernlovermadeofouterspace-de]

“whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.”

- 𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘏𝘶𝘨𝘰.

[amodernlovermadeofouterspace-de]

when you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. but it's not.

- 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘒𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘺

[thoughtkick]

“Some day this pain will be useful.”

— Unknown

[0thello]

“The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.”

Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death.

[ave-dominus-nostramos]

Konrad's never actually seen a normal Terran farm animal as those have gone extinct by his time. On Nostramo, most of the planet's mass produced meat and milk comes from genetically modified animals the size of large modern SUVs, all of which grow to that size within 2-4 month since they're literally unable to walk their vestigial legs ( or do anything other than eat and grow at an accelerated rate ). He'd be extremely confused if he were to see one of their ancestors.

Curze be like: You call that a pig??? This is what a pig should look like. *waves hand at some freaky mutant beasts with vaguely pig-like snouts*

[tagedeszorns]

Nostraman pig.