Prompts. Mostly just writing stuff. A little nsfw might appear. Currently obsessed with Warhammer 30k. I also take requests so don`t be shy, ask something. English isn`t my first language but I`m trying. pfp: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/6324
Hi, I am brokenback and I do things. You can call me bb, beebee or Zen since well that's how my name is pronounced in English. Or whatever you want, actually I don't really care. I also collect funny versions of my nickname, so if you come up with one please share.
The things:
Fanfiction in English: https://archiveofourown.org/users/brokenback/works or a mirror site for those where AO3 is blocked: https://archiveofourown.gay/users/brokenback/works
Some fanfiction in Russian: look up.
Fanfiction in Russian: https://ficbook.net/authors/2953643
My telegram channel in Russian: https://t.me/brokenbackstalo
I write smut and excessively complicated thought-enducing dialogue-heavy stories. Choose your fighter I guess, but don't worry most of them end with what I hope is some nice smut.
Mostly the things are related to Warhammer. I prefer to keep my blog mostly clean from reblogs, trying to accomodate as much of nice content that I like and also to not mess up already complicated navigation.
This blog is not about me, it's for you. I write fics for people to read and be happier. I make silly memes because making people smile is a good thing to do.
A bit more under the cut for those who want to know.
Please, don't tag me or try to communicate about anything not related to Warhammer or linguistics. I live in Russia and I have enough of difficult social-problem discussions in real life. I'm only here to escape from the awful things in the world and to create somewhat safe space for others as well.
Sometimes I might rant about linguistics or vent. Apologies in advance, I just have moments when I need attention and sympathy or someone to talk to. Posts that in my opinion do not directly include Warhammer or the content I make or accumulate here are tagged #bb_talks
I like to engage in silly talks with my muties. Apologies in advance if I sound rude, I still struggle with correctly translating my thoughts. Please know that if I wanted to say something bad I would've said it directly. If I accidentially hurt someone's feelings, you can dm me or just block me I guess, it's okay to keep your space clean.
Please let's just be normal and simple here, I don't have the energy to manage shit when I can literally be locked up because this blog of mine simply exists.
Кто на русском говорит можете со мной на русском болтать, комменты там писать или спрашивать чёт, если хотите, но лучше залетайте в тг-шку, там это тупо проще отследить.
what if I wrote Perturabo healing fic where he gets to eat a bunch of nice things and build whatever he likes and is fixed™️ just by existing cutely in an environment that nourishes him for long enough, without any expectations whatsoever
(maybe Magnus kind of soothes the thouts of Pertys brain Perty cannot comprehend like the maelstrom but it's more subconscious coming from Magnus' part)
I'm pretty sure that Perturabo once heard Calliphone not even complain but sorrowfully note that she wished she could see the sun rising behind the mountains through her window but sadly when the sun was high enough to be seen there wasn't that beautiful red-pinkish line because, again, the mountains.
And Perturabo demolished the mountain because of it.
So Calliphone could wake up and see a nice sunrise when it wasn't cloudy which was rather rare from what I can judge about Olympia's climate.
And he was petulant about it. Never even said it out loud.
ㅤA SMUT WRITER'S RESOURCE — smut vocabulary, ideas per sex act, kinks list, etc.
ㅤI originally made this to be a resource for myself whenever I felt out of practice writing smut, but I thought it might be helpful for other writers who may be new to writing smut/feeling uninspired/translating from another language.
ㅤSometimes I've felt awkward or have cringed about writing smut (especially when I was new to it) but then I realized that sex is art; in all its nasty, sexy, heavenly, gross, glory — sex is art and a beautiful part of life. So after that I just let myself write freely without feeling ashamed.
ㅤWith that out of the way, I present to you my fundamental list of smut writing essentials. Hope it helps you even if it's just to find a word you're looking for.
ACTS — breast play, dry humping, heavy petting, hickey-giving, grinding, lap dance, body worship, massaging, kissing/make-out, sexting, reading smut, mutual masturbation, bathing/showering together
VISUALS — Saliva/(pre)cum rolling down chin/neck, jerking what can't fit, making out with... (cockhead, shaft, balls, clit, etc.), cheek bulging with cock, hollowing out cheeks while sucking harder, rolling eyes back in ecstasy, tasting them, pulling in for a dirty kiss afterwards, juices smeared across cheek, lips glistening with slick
DEEPTHROATING — watery/glossy/dewy eyes, choked up, throat constricting, throating the length, tip prodding the back of the throat, choking, gagging, spluttering, coughing, gasping for air, using hair as a handle to control how much is taken, headrush when coming off for air, being held down on it, feeling bulge in throat
CUNNILINGUS — buttery soft tongue sweeping circles, flicking, nipping and kissing at clit, sinking inside, wriggling around, feasting on pussy, thumbing clit while tongue-fucking, curling against sweet spot, lapping at slit/folds, long strokes, squirting on their face
VISUALS — wetting palm/slicking fingers with juices, stroking at g-spot with fingertip, stroking his length, grazing fingertips down, eye contact as they ruin you with their handiwork
FINGERING — warming up with teasing, working at the clit simultaneously, using their whole arm, tensing their biceps the more they exert pressure, switching up techniques (stroking back and forth, sweeping/massaging circles, 'come hither'), curling fingers inside, sucking/tasting sweet slick off fingers
JERKING — cock hanging heavy or drooping from its weight, jumping in anticipation to be touched, throbbing hot in palm of hand, wielding at the base, brisk/quick or languid/slow strokes, balls jiggling each time wrist meets the base
VISUALS — the skin of the base of a cock wrinkling up when bottoming out, getting balls deep, skin sticking/slapping against skin, sweat dripping down, balls tightening up and muscles flexing (when a cock is about to cum), abs flexing, leaky cockheads and sticky precum oozing, splitting open hole on a big cock and watching it stretch into a wide O shape to accommodate its girth, holes twitching and spasming like they're aching to be touched or are overstimulated or have just orgasmed, heavy-hitting thrusts or short, quick strokes and which spots the tip is rubbing against, giving it to you/taking it/letting you have it, blissing out/pulling a lewd face/feeling high off an orgasm and rolling your eyes back, hissing through gritted teeth when it feels too good, the way your ankle wobbles over a shoulder in certain positions while getting pounded into, wet sounds getting sloppier/getting wetter and sweatier the longer it goes on, being splayed/trapped underneath them, letting you feel the stretch
SEX TYPES — hate sex, car sex, gentle/rough sex, phone/cybersex, shower sex, (un)protected sex
POSITIONS — mating press, doggystyle, spooning, cowgirl (riding), prone bone, holding ankles, standing, against wall, standing in front of mirror, pushups on top of you, side split, etc.
DIALOGUE IDEAS — behave, do as i say, watch that attitude of yours, let me guide you, watch me fuck you, don't take your eyes off me or I'll stop, use your words, on your knees, open wide, you love it don't you? filthy slut, don't hide your face, let it all out on me, fuck me like you mean it, all for me?, dirty mind you've got there, need me to take care of you?, just like that, you take it so well, then come and get it, you like that huh?, i know you're into it, cum with me, say my name, who's fucking you this good?, can't resist you, irresistible little slut, take it, spread your legs for me, try a little harder for me
SWEET PET NAMES — baby, bambi, angel, darling, bunny, doll, babydoll, sweetheart, butterfly, good girl/boy, little Aphrodite, goddess, baby girl/boy
VULGAR PET NAMES — (nasty, dirty) slut, whore, bitch, toy
VISUALS — ropes of cum, trickling down the shaft to the balls, balls tightening/tensing during release, squirting, creaming/gushing all over cock/hands/toy/etc., shuddering or caving into yourself, buildup to an orgasm being stronger or weaker, stopping or not stopping until their orgasm is over, creampie dribbling out hole
ORGASM TYPES — clitoral, vaginal, cervical, blended, hands-free, cumshot/facial, in panties, etc.
VOCABULARY — let me have you, can we...?, is it alright?, unless you don't want to, do you like it?, go faster/slower, let's take a break, are you okay (in the middle or after an act), can you take it?, is your jaw not sore like this?
AFTERCARE IDEAS — getting cleaned up together (bath, shower), carrying you, pillow talk, cuddling, having food, giving water, massaging numb/sore/tired parts, soothing bite/hit marks, brushing hair out of face, kissing forehead, praising for taking it so well, helping put clothes back on, making jokes, petting hair, telling you how much they love you, confessing their feelings
Perturabo is literally Ancient Greece but with industrial technology!:❌
Perturabo is an English man from 1880s who’s entire personality is to LARP the shit out of ancient Greece but he is so stupid and very bad at his larp that he puts industrial themes in his ancient Greece larp and guilliman a Greek person literally hates how larpish he is the he called him LARP LARP sahur:✅
Yes absolutely correct! But you see Guilliman is Roman, and the Romans where famous for also LARPING the Greeks!
So Guilliman gets pissed off cuz Perturabo is putting industrial themes in his Greek LARP different from him that only put historically accurate stuff in his LARP
You can see them both arguing over this from miles away
What brought you to Warhammer and how did you find your way into the fandom?
A citizen of Saint-Petersburg took advantage of a drunk woman and started explaining Warhammer lore to her.
That said citizen is my best friend. He's currently the second-in-command in my telegram channel about Warhammer. He made this picture out of an actual news website and posted it there when asked the same question. I think it's pretty self-explanatory lol.
Oh shitfuck a post I made about one of my abandoned fics (I just got too much going on irl so I had neither time nor inspiration) suddenly got popular among my muties (8 likes) and now I have to come back to the fic and actually write it oh shitfuck oh fuckshitdamn ooooh
Contents: shower scene, past child prostitution, inexperience/hesitancy, hugs, no kissing on mouth!, size difference, neural port play, frotting, premature ejaculation (?), sensual blowjob, smiles :)
Here's to the core story
And here's to the three endings:
Forrix declines
Forrix accepts (Bad Ending)
Forrix accepts (Good Ending) <- you are here
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He was in control. Falk's posture did not portray an ounce of betrayal, and while he could not describe why, he could sense the complete lack of malicious intent. There might be a ploy still, not by Falk but by more insidious 'brothers' blinded by pride of themselves over the good of the Legion.
"And one told you to act this way, Falk?" His voice, softer than usual portrayed a chance, no matter how small that Falk may agree to this. "You're the only one who knows of this, my Lord. I intend to keep it that way."
Forrix did look around for good measure and found nothing suspicious about the halls, no loudhailers, nothing. "Close." Various clicks could be heard thereafter; Falk could only assume that he'd just activated the lock down mechanism only top staff and higher Warsmith could access. "The Grand Battalions 1 through 5 will be redirected to the nearest shower from here." Forrix swallowed hard, for Falk's large statue still intimidated the part in his hindbrain that just won't stop churning false distress signals. He'll have to get used to even being in such proximity with someone who wasn't one of the most powerful psykers around.
Falk was just a large body. A swirl of competency that may bring him very far one day. Forrix had gored and torn to shreds countless beings that were several times that of Falk with the adamantine blades of his power claw. So why was this one part of his mind trying to reject the chance of his life?
This was when Falk's arms, equally as mighty as Forrix' found their way around his superiors highly scarred mid back and his neck, tense even for an Iron Warrior. "As much as considering each recompense of our action is in our Legion's advantage..." Falk pulled on Forrix, enough for a suggestion of a hug, not enough to lock him in his arms. Forrix was in control.
"... I feel that this requires a lot more intuition. Partially exchanging our wills to each other." "Ground rules, Falk." interrupted Forrix, trying his best to not ease into Falk's thumb circling a neural port that happened to sit nearby. "No penetration. Just for this, I will treat you as an equal to myself. This way, no one will bear the disgrace and all of it's consequences should any rumors spread." The towering Iron Warrior only blinked at Forrix' declaration. Oh, he did want to tell the First Captain that his mere hands, maybe even his unarmed presence would likely have been enough to ease the yearning. That Falk would've gone by most of Forrix' wishes anyway because his primary aim was his former mentor's ease.
And so, Falk closed in on Forrix, lightly pressing his head on the taller one's chest and leaning back just a little to feel more of his bulk against his. "Understood. You will tell me to stop should you need to." Forrix didn't say, but his arms couldn't stay like this. They needed to feel him too. They shifted so they could hold each other in equal measure, small shudders going through both of them when a certain warmth washed over them that had nothing in common with the heat flushing their cocks. Hands started roaming all round their increasingly damp backs, Forrix' breath tickling the trail of chest hair Falk allowed himself to grow. Perhaps this was the actual reason why Forrix agreed after all - the care in getting another one off, considering all parties accepted. If he stayed within this feeling however, he would start to have himself swallowed by memories of him having done the same to the boys he had to manage in his childhood. He could not allow that to happen, let alone having Falk take up his role completely. The objective was to make Falk climax and then never talk about it again. And so he let go, his hand tipping it's way to Falk's hip bone.
"I won't keep you waiting, Falk." Quickly, he spat into his hand, quickly bringing it to the other Iron Warriors impressive girth. "Do you like it?" Forrix didn't answer to this open-ended question, giving slow pumps to the stem of his shaft while swallowing. "Unusual to be the smaller one." admitted Forrix, feeling his foreskin make way for his flushing tip and rising length. Falk chuckled a little, having half expected a jab at him being so nonchalant, daring and perhaps stupid because of his massive cock. "You are the wiser of us, so it's only logical for you to look more sophisticated." That brought Forrix a smirk he could not surpress. "At least you did not call me delicate. That would've been a grave mistake."
"Even inscenuating that would be an insult to you, First Captain." Falk leaned both over for a kiss with him looming over, only for Forrix' amusement to halt to a close, body rigid. Nothing needed to be said here, for Falk just discovered one of the things to avoid: towering over." I'll kneel for you." said the lower ranked Warsmith, removing Forrix' hand from his cock to do so. "After all, this is worthless if I merely use you to calm my erection." Besides, even though parts of him, those ready for combat at any time tried to persuade him that he was opening himself to fire, but there was none.
Forrix did give a dissatisfied grunt, but managed to catch himself in the present again. At first he wished to dismiss Falk because of the non zero percent chance that kneeling in front of him was an affront. But sarcasm he found none and this may have been scarier. For all the technicalities of stimulating the human body he compartmentalized every second something touches even his power armor, he remembered how terrible he was at kissing, how even the thought of it made him tense. He could not break this experience down into components that couldn't hurt him, for it was supposed to be a gesture of great intimacy. In other words, he would've been a terrible kisser. Assuming Falk had no skill to speak of either, Forrix came to a compromise both could accept. " Anything but my lips." Forrix took a few large breaths, running his sight across Falk's questioning steel blue eyes, his thighs and muscular stomach flexing to keep him kneeled, how the dark brand mark, proud sign of belonging to the Iron Fleet twisted with each movement of his pale skin, how good he looked for the first Captain...
"Come here, then." Before Falk could add the honorific he forgot in the relief of his superior having caught himself from despair, Forrix' hand already was about to stroke his length again, pressed himself against Falk's thigh and breathed onto his neck. The dampness of his skin mostly washed his own scent away, but Forrix still could decipher the countless hours of training, strategizing and drilling his Battalion to greatness. "Do not worry about that."
An odd sense of pride swelled up when he began to mouth and run his remaining hand onto Falk's crease of mighty neck muscle and powerful windpipe. This promising scout he'd been drilling into a fine line Astartes, only for him to rise nearly as metereoically as Forrix once did was now a Warsmith. The First Captain didn't know why, but he needed Falk to know that he found his development beyond acceptable. Falk's breathing indeed became labored, huffing whenever Forrix left a mark near the next neural port. A sensitivity discovered, although it should have been obvious that the added nerve bundles optimized for making their power armor feel like a second skin would have had this effect, even when currently closed. Oh, how he would exploit that.
As time went on, Forrix began using Falk's thigh as his current seat, grinding his and Falk's cocks together as best as he could while burying himself in the crease of the other's curly pecs. He had the giant leaking and he had the giant break his heavy breathing to moan in a higher voice than would be expected. The flurry of kisses his superior graced him with was satisfying a mere percentage of the yearning he had for the intimacy denied since his commitment to become an Iron Warrior. But it was satisfaction nonetheless. Forrix was periodically circling each neural port he could get his roughened hands upon, grinding harder whenever he felt up the port's plasteel walls. But though Falk seemed to be somewhere in between taking great attention to his doing and being helplessly blissed out, he just would not cum. The kisses became more hickeys and bitemarks and the relative gentleness of his fingers was replaced by an urgency that did not hurt him. "You better... cum already, Falk. Or am I not good enough for you now-" Forrix' grunts almost instantly phased into a mixture of a whimper and a feral growl as the tension inside him snapped and he shot rope after rope all over. Falk just had to dig one finger deep into his neck neural port, stirring the most sensitive augmented bundles of nerves into almost an overload of what Forrix had felt.
How interesting, thought Falk, wishing he'd been able to continue just a bit longer, but overall, he did see the results he wanted. Forrix' eternal frown had disappeared almost completely, his eyes seemed relaxed and his tense muscles on the neck seemed to twitch wildly before calming. This was the closest thing to bliss Falk could've hoped for in the First Captain. This face would've been enough for him to easily, albeit slowly get to his own climax.
"This wasn't... necessary..." panted Forrix while attempting to weigh down Falk which of course did not work in the way he wanted. And so, he stood, a string of cum connecting Falk's thigh to his tip and did the unthinkable - not only kneeling down, but sitting down on his lower legs. Right in front of Falk's aching length, looming somewhere in between rising and hanging from the sheer weight of it's flushed state. Forrix' hand could barely grasp it's girth, opting to... start to lick the underside of Falk's cock whilst holding it's weight from the base. Falk gasped as his superior attempted to get into a rhythm of stroking and mouthing on his cock. There was just so much space to work with, sucking greedily on the undersides meaty bulge, tracing a finger alongside the beautiful veins on his cock, tasting just some of the precum that finally started leaking out... Little did Forrix wish to realize that what he saw as finishing their mutual masturbation was actually him enjoying himself in the challenge that was Falk's hard to reach peak. Oh, Forrix was giving it his all here and Falk saw it in the determination in the First Captain's diluted eyes, felt it in having his balls handled with unrivaled care and attention by one hand, stem of his cock stroked in a tighter and tighter grip by the other. "This... ah... ain't necessary either, Chaplain..." Instead of him stopping and reminding Falk of his rank, Forrix gently let his lips, surprisingly soft and flushing red rest on its matching, leaking tip. And then the First Captain smiled.
"Action and consequence, Falk." Forrix couldn't stop smiling whenever he gazed across his larger counterpart's heaving chest into the gaze he never thought he wanted to see. Falk was completely under his mercy, he made him into such a leaking mess. And yet Falk wouldn't budge, wouldn't even push the eagerly giving superiors head to get himself off faster. Falk wanted this, truly, the salt couldn't obfuscate the taste of gratitude Forrix let simmer on the tip of his tongue.
The oversized young blood should leak out even more of this feeling, mused Forrix when he began sucking Falk's cock for real. He was truly happy with being in a position that would otherwise be seen as inherently submissive; the sheer girth he had to work through only adding to the image others would have of him. But Falk wanted this, and he wouldn't be enough of a fool to not obfuscate that they ever shared an evening section as homeronikoi. This wasn't submission to Falk, in anything, Falk had submitted to Forrix' touch a long time ago.
Finally, finally the First Captain felt in control of what could've took a left turn instantly. And he would reward his newly appointed Warsmith greatly for his consideration, courage and awareness of the situation.
It felt good to please someone when he did it out his own free will, after all.
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I'm happy. Are you happy? I'm happy.
That's the music in my head rn (made my own Sonic CD hahahahaha lol
How am I supposed to describe this to my English speaking audience? There's a nice saying in Russian, or actually two versions of it that I use to describe my hobbies. The first one "И шнец, и жрец, и на дуде игрец" and the second one is "И поешь, и пляшешь, и хуем машешь". Basically the translation would be "you sing, you dance and you also wave your cock" bearing the meaning that the person is doing everything they can in relation to hobbies.
Is there a nice saying to use instead in English? I'm really invested in linguistics on a hobby level (sorry) but I can't think of any good phrases. I want to put something in my pinned post, but just saying that I write fanfiction, draw arts, make collages, knit, sew, code, etc seems a bit too simple. I'm also a Finance major in addition to that lol.
The power of free will is underestimated guys, do shit! And please help me to find the nice saying, preferably with some swear words included.
Just for you more funny sayings in Russian with direct translation and the meaning.
"Дурной пизде дурно везде" — a stupid cunt would end up stupid in every situation — for a person who IS the reason of their or miserable state.
"У тебя дела как в Дании — один ебет, два в ожидании" — You're doing it like they do it in Denmark: one is fucking, two are in line — everything is bad and it's going to get worse.
"Опоздавшему поросенку сиська возле жопы" — the little pig that is late ends up with a nipple close to the ass — if you're late don't complain that you get worse stuff.
"Че ты мне хуй в уши вкручиваешь?" — Stop wrenching a cock into my ear — stop lying to me.
"Кому-то лимонов ящик, кому-то от хуя хрящик" — someone gets a box of lemons, someone get a cock cartilage — it is what it is or sometimes bad things just happen.
And these are just from the top of my head, there are plenty of others, and there's pretty much no way to translate them anyhow. Which is sad because for Russian speakers this shit sounds wonderful.
Okay allow me to rant a little over here. I know you're my mutie so you must've seen the post where I complained that I lack colourful phrases in English since there's so much in Russian. And I have a bag of more linguistic fanfacts!
So, I've seen a post on tumblr and then watched somewhat of a documentary that told about the difference in colour perception based on the first language of oneself. And here you can see a clear example of this.
In Russian we don't just have blue, we have light sky blue (goluboi) and dark ocean blue (sinyi). Other languages have it as well, but I don't remember many examples.
I don't know whom to tag but if you want to join then don't forget to tell us a funfact about how your language group or you personally perceive colours!
...also I added salad colour here because I don't think I can call that neon-sandy-greenish thing anything else??? Juicy cabbage colour??? Salad aura??? Whatever it's neither yellow nor green.
