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Here in G@za, we are b0mbed relentlessly every day. Our tattered tents are torn apart, injuring us and our children every moment. We have no shelter left, and our tents desperately need repair to protect us from the sun and offer a modicum of safety. Before it was completely destroyed
The situation is no longer tenable. We urgently need h@lp to escape G@za as quickly as possible before de@th, which surrounds us on all sides, claims us. d0nate now and save our lives. Every contribution, no matter how small, could be the reason for our survival, whether it's repairing our destroyed tents or h@lping us reach safety. Please d0nate
Friends, I beg you, do something quickly for us .and h@lp us by d0nating or even accompanying us to leave G@za. The occupation is currently carrying out a massive b0mbing campaign throughout G@za, which has already targeted many tents around us. The sounds of explosions are terrifying us, and sand and shrapnel are raining down on us and our tent. Please h@lp us by d0nating so we can repair our tent and avoid having to raise the funds to leave G@za. Please d0nate and don't leave us.
Here in G@za, we are b0mbed relentlessly every day. Our tattered tents are torn apart, injuring us and our children every moment. We have no shelter left, and our tents desperately need repair to protect us from the sun and offer a modicum of safety. Before it was completely destroyed
The situation is no longer tenable. We urgently need h@lp to escape G@za as quickly as possible before de@th, which surrounds us on all sides, claims us. d0nate now and save our lives. Every contribution, no matter how small, could be the reason for our survival, whether it's repairing our destroyed tents or h@lping us reach safety. Please d0nate
Friends, I beg you, do something quickly for us .and h@lp us by d0nating or even accompanying us to leave G@za. The occupation is currently carrying out a massive b0mbing campaign throughout G@za, which has already targeted many tents around us. The sounds of explosions are terrifying us, and sand and shrapnel are raining down on us and our tent. Please h@lp us by d0nating so we can repair our tent and avoid having to raise the funds to leave G@za. Please d0nate and don't leave us.
Here in G@za, we are b0mbed relentlessly every day. Our tattered tents are torn apart, injuring us and our children every moment. We have no shelter left, and our tents desperately need repair to protect us from the sun and offer a modicum of safety. Before it was completely destroyed
The situation is no longer tenable. We urgently need h@lp to escape G@za as quickly as possible before de@th, which surrounds us on all sides, claims us. d0nate now and save our lives. Every contribution, no matter how small, could be the reason for our survival, whether it's repairing our destroyed tents or h@lping us reach safety. Please d0nate
Friends, I beg you, do something quickly for us .and h@lp us by d0nating or even accompanying us to leave G@za. The occupation is currently carrying out a massive b0mbing campaign throughout G@za, which has already targeted many tents around us. The sounds of explosions are terrifying us, and sand and shrapnel are raining down on us and our tent. Please h@lp us by d0nating so we can repair our tent and avoid having to raise the funds to leave G@za. Please d0nate and don't leave us.
Here in G@za, we are b0mbed relentlessly every day. Our tattered tents are torn apart, injuring us and our children every moment. We have no shelter left, and our tents desperately need repair to protect us from the sun and offer a modicum of safety. Before it was completely destroyed
The situation is no longer tenable. We urgently need h@lp to escape G@za as quickly as possible before de@th, which surrounds us on all sides, claims us. d0nate now and save our lives. Every contribution, no matter how small, could be the reason for our survival, whether it's repairing our destroyed tents or h@lping us reach safety. Please d0nate
Friends, I beg you, do something quickly for us .and h@lp us by d0nating or even accompanying us to leave G@za. The occupation is currently carrying out a massive b0mbing campaign throughout G@za, which has already targeted many tents around us. The sounds of explosions are terrifying us, and sand and shrapnel are raining down on us and our tent. Please h@lp us by d0nating so we can repair our tent and avoid having to raise the funds to leave G@za. Please d0nate and don't leave us.
does anyone have $10 or anything for a family of 7, 4 who're disabled, 2 kids under 15, in a abusive house for food $43 for my sister, April, meds that she takes to stay sane (PTSD, BPD) and healthy (ibs, frequent migraines, jaw pain after a botched surgery)? She's been out of them TWO DAYS freaking out kinda we have no one else to to turn to for help so im begging yall we need help to get through this anything helps be it dollar or less. also please help me give these kids food to eat
Warnings: emotional constipation, self-censorship, unreliable narrator, Please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed something
Summary: A written account of one person’s day
Urgh… Hello journal. I suppose that I should start at the beginning. The chaplain I’ve been speaking to about stuff and things as my body heals has suggested that I start writing down my thoughts and feelings into this… Starting with an accounting of what one full day is like for me, starting with any dreams I have, if I remember them. I’m not sure if any of this is going to help, and I am going to ensure that no one will be able to read this without my express permission.
Even if this writing thing is strange and makes me feel -
No. I don’t think I am going to write that down. So there. I will be honest but I won’t write absolutely everything down. >:P
so… Here I go, I guess.
0400: I wake up in the medical bed that I have been assigned to, my hearts racing and in a tremendous amount of pain, as the injuries that I am slowly recovering from are all screaming at me at once. I fumble with the call light button and whisper a request for some pain relief from one of the medical professionals. I am given what I am asked for and quietly encouraged to sleep, despite getting the requisite four hours of rest that His Angels of Death require.
The pain medication does make me sleepy and I drift off to sleep.
0700: I wake up again to hearing Tercelle yelling about injured brothers and screaming at the Slaaneshi Who’re about… Something? Pallius and Lestras are also awoken by the sounds of shouting and attempted stabbing.
0800: Breakfast arrives, delayed by the earlier shouting and stabbing shenanigans. It is nutri-paste fortified oatmeal with fresh, ripe berries and a small pat of butter and a slice of toast. It still amazes me the sheer amount of luxuries we are allowed in this place. At least Tercelle was able to argue with the medical staff to bring us a set of window boxes to grow small flowering plants, rather than getting fresh cut flowers that die every few days - faster when that old nurglite bastard is on shift and molding malevolently.
0900: physical therapy, overseen by a baseline medical professional. They say that I am improving in my mobility and core strength, and. Faster than what they were expecting, given. Well.
The spinal injuries that fucker inflicted on me in M42. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him I hate. Him. I. Hate. Him!
Not just for the injuries he inflicted on me. But for the lingering fear that his shadow has left on my brothers. On me. The way that -
No. No.
No more on. This.
1000: Mid-morning post-physical therapy supervised hobbling interrupted by several witch-damaged marines rushed into the. ER. Lots. More shouting and flailing. I stagger to the room I’ve been assigned.
There’s a new loyalist Emperor’s Child in the room and the last bed is filled.
Tercelle is hovering and growly. Something about a bond having gone badly?
I still don’t understand bonds. Like at all.
1100: the new bunk-mate has been stabilized using secretly witchy practices. Also there is a sad-eyed Raven guard know
1200: Lunch time. A fortified sandwich, and delightfully crunchy potato chips, smuggled in by Pallius, who was allowed to go to the nearby corner store and requisition snacks. Also there are. Two. Raven guard now. The new Astartes and Captain Rushal. I am pretending to not exist while eating very quietly from behind the privacy curtains I’ve pulled.
The less said about. What I am. Not Overhearing. The. Better. Tears and crying is not something I am good at, so I am playing the part of the deaf man.
…I am not good at giving comfort to cousins, anyways.
1300: post meal stumble through the courtyard that has real plants. I’ve been to Feral and feudal worlds teeming with life, but not seen. A world with this much life and technology that had so much variety of life.
Ancient Terra truly does have splendors untold. I hope to learn about and witness more of them. Ideally with my brothers.
1400: art therapy. I still don’t get what the instructor means by painting our feelings. Not that. I fully trust that we really are allowed to paint whatever we want. I am fairly calm, so I try to paint a scene of what calms me.
The colors run and the result is unsatisfactory to the vision I had in mind.
The instructor refused to let me destroy the painting, or to paint it all over with a coat of white paint and start again
Says that perfection and the ideal is not the point, but rather the act of creation itself is the point.
That… Makes no sense
1500: physical therapy, but for my upper body this time. My arms and shoulders will burn with effort for hours after. Not that I will complain.
I am a son of dorn. I am built to endure. to withstand. To bring His wrath upon the enemies of mankind.
Muscle soreness is nothing. I will prevail
1600: the new EC is very chatty. The new Raven is very quiet. Pallius has laughed at the EC’s jokes a couple of times.
And now they are talking about bonds.
Tercelle is too. The raven has lots of questions.
This stinks of witchery and grow-shit. I will not have a bond, I have decided.
1700: Dinner, a hearty and fortified stew. They keep giving me new flavors and textures to try. It’s almost overwhelming. Nutri-paste is so much more streamlined but… Is it wrong of me to enjoy all of these indulgences? I know that there are chaotic heretics, but surely they aren’t in charge of our meal planning?
do mortals of this time really eat like this a majority of the time? I haven’t once had so much as a bite of corpse starch since my arrival here. It’s. Truly. Remarkable…. How. Much. Wealth is on display here.
1800: tactical training. I thought it would be boring, but I find the logic puzzles to be fascinating and engaging, if thinking this much about how and why to attack and defeat the xeno and heretic makes my head hurt.
It’s so much easier to just charge the enemy with bolter and blade, dispensing His Will.
I feel like I’m being turned into -
No, that’s not fair nor kind.
1900: surprise dessert, brought to us by a couple of hydra who seem about my age. Apparently they are friends with -
Hmm, that’s redacted information, I think. they are true born twins and have some witchery too them.
They are also very entertaining if Trouble, but all hydra are
2000: I have been informed that it is Bed Time by Tercelle. >:/ I am not tired.
I will lay on my bed and stare out the window, I suppose. I wonder if Tercelle would notice if I stealthed out of the window to go spend a bit of time with some of my more mobile brothers?
2100: >:(
I was spotted by the Ravenguard and the other EC. The latter was a blabber mouth who asked loudly where I thought I was going.
Got scruffed and dragged back to bed by Tercelle. I am a full scout astarted! I can make my own choices!! >:( >:(
2200: I did nightly prayers with Pallius and Lestras. Not only does it help settle my mind I know it bothers Tercelle when we do this.
Serves you right old man.
The raven guard joined in when we sung hymns to thank Lord Sanguinius for his noble sacrifice. Sanguinalia is coming up soon
at least. I think it is?
2300: I settle into bed to sleep. I intend on sleeping until at least. 0400 the next day… at most 0700. this has been. Strange but… not in a bad way. I suppose I will continue this for the rest of the week, as strongly suggested.
Here in G@za, we are b0mbed relentlessly every day. Our tattered tents are torn apart, injuring us and our children every moment. We have no shelter left, and our tents desperately need repair to protect us from the sun and offer a modicum of safety. Before it was completely destroyed
The situation is no longer tenable. We urgently need h@lp to escape G@za as quickly as possible before de@th, which surrounds us on all sides, claims us. d0nate now and save our lives. Every contribution, no matter how small, could be the reason for our survival, whether it's repairing our destroyed tents or h@lping us reach safety. Please d0nate
Friends, I beg you, do something quickly for us .and h@lp us by d0nating or even accompanying us to leave G@za. The occupation is currently carrying out a massive b0mbing campaign throughout G@za, which has already targeted many tents around us. The sounds of explosions are terrifying us, and sand and shrapnel are raining down on us and our tent. Please h@lp us by d0nating so we can repair our tent and avoid having to raise the funds to leave G@za. Please d0nate and don't leave us.
Here in G@za, we are b0mbed relentlessly every day. Our tattered tents are torn apart, injuring us and our children every moment. We have no shelter left, and our tents desperately need repair to protect us from the sun and offer a modicum of safety. Before it was completely destroyed
The situation is no longer tenable. We urgently need h@lp to escape G@za as quickly as possible before de@th, which surrounds us on all sides, claims us. d0nate now and save our lives. Every contribution, no matter how small, could be the reason for our survival, whether it's repairing our destroyed tents or h@lping us reach safety. Please d0nate
Friends, I beg you, do something quickly for us .and h@lp us by d0nating or even accompanying us to leave G@za. The occupation is currently carrying out a massive b0mbing campaign throughout G@za, which has already targeted many tents around us. The sounds of explosions are terrifying us, and sand and shrapnel are raining down on us and our tent. Please h@lp us by d0nating so we can repair our tent and avoid having to raise the funds to leave G@za. Please d0nate and don't leave us.
Here in G@za, we are b0mbed relentlessly every day. Our tattered tents are torn apart, injuring us and our children every moment. We have no shelter left, and our tents desperately need repair to protect us from the sun and offer a modicum of safety. Before it was completely destroyed
The situation is no longer tenable. We urgently need h@lp to escape G@za as quickly as possible before de@th, which surrounds us on all sides, claims us. d0nate now and save our lives. Every contribution, no matter how small, could be the reason for our survival, whether it's repairing our destroyed tents or h@lping us reach safety. Please d0nate
Friends, I beg you, do something quickly for us .and h@lp us by d0nating or even accompanying us to leave G@za. The occupation is currently carrying out a massive b0mbing campaign throughout G@za, which has already targeted many tents around us. The sounds of explosions are terrifying us, and sand and shrapnel are raining down on us and our tent. Please h@lp us by d0nating so we can repair our tent and avoid having to raise the funds to leave G@za. Please d0nate and don't leave us.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
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Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
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To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
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To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
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To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
To @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws from @LivingLaVidaCoola:
I'm trying to find a good therapist. It's hard to find one in a completely new city, okay? Get off my ass
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To: Amonhep
From: Cedric
Have I made any missteps, sir?
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Vorca looks over at his older brother, and blinks. It takes him a couple of moments before his hands begin to move, trembling with exhaustion, pain and sorrow "It's an honor to meet you, sir. I am battle brother Vorca. A hug would be welcome, sir. And... Thank you, sir."
Alastor makes a noise that might be a laugh. Before continuing to sign. ‘No need to be so formal, Vorca. Alastor will do.’ He hasn’t actually spoken a single word, it’s all been sign.
‘From what I was told, you were unfortunate enough to run into a woman who seems to have issues with Astartes. You were not the first so hurt, sadly.’
Alastor made a grumbling noise, realizing that hecouldn’t hug and talk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Vorca, drawing him close. Soft cooing noises of comfort coming from his throat as he rubbed Vorca’s back.
Alastor was warm, and held him so carefully and tenderly. Seemingly reluctant to let go anytime soon.
He should be a little terrifying, what with all those scars, not just on his face. What had this giant even been through?
(Forgive me if it’s been mentioned, but what time is Vorca from?)
Vorca has noted that the older Raven Guard hasn't spoken aloud - but some of his brothers are nonverbal for a variety of reasons. His size and scarring are impressive and a little intimidating... But he can also tell that the other means no harm.
he hugs the other back tightly, burying his face into one of the other's shoulders, shaking a little as tears stream down his face. He really had done all that he could in order to try and accommodate his bonded. He doesn't really remember how he'd gotten to this medbay room, either. He'd...
He remembered leaving his (former?) bonded's home and stumbled towards a nearby park to try and sort out his thoughts and feelings. He'd been so tired and heart-sore and had closed his eyes for a few moments -
then he woke up in a medical cot with a stern-faced Thousand Son. Vorca does not want to let go for some time, either.
Rose, what every your thinking about typing send it. It opens a path where less catastrophic options have the potential for marginally less dire potentials.
Warn the toxic idiot.
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Reply to LivingLaVidaCoola From TaleSpinner823:
Changing to More Info with a healthy side of do not dox yourself.
Oh Hell. Context's kinda important. Your first post basically reads like the most narcissistic self absorbed permanently adolescent sociopathic rant I've ever encounter. Projected some of my metric ton of trauma. With more context, please don't dox yourself, you are in a horrificaly bad everybody loses situation.
To summarize:
You have the Sight. You can see bonds, probably other ridiculous spooky bullshit. I don't have it but runs in my family even if it always skips a generation. My aunt who has it gave me the run down in case I ever had kids even though I'm in the off generation.
You've had a fuck pile of astartes related bad shit, including other peoples Bonds transferring to you if I read that one bit correct. Bonds that won't break at a simple rejection: which is what it takes on either side 99.99999% of the time.
Bonds you've experenced and/or Seen actually feed on the self/lifeforce/psyche of at least one party
To synthesize with what you said with I know:
Good News/Bad News:
The Sight is almost never the only bit of spooky shit someone has. In my family is shows up as dousing that actually works and the odd premonition. Untrained Spooky shit Atracts Trouble
Good news:
If you have other spooky shit that you haven't learned how to use and fully control there's a stellar chance if you lock it down, you're not gonna be catnip for astartes, or spooky Chaos-y crap.
Bad news:
The only people I know of that can teach spooky shit so it doesn't go catastrophicaly bad are all astartes or astartes adjecent.
Worse News:
Courtesy of Black Templars being... well Black Templars and finding out because they fucked around the more times a person snaps a bond the more fucked up each subsequent bond will be. And the highter the probability more fucked up individual whatever causes bonds will throw in your path. Unless you've already met some of the real bastards who live out in the deep wildnerss, you have no idea. There are fuckers that look the roving crusades of BTs look friendly and sane.
Another fact we know mostly because of Black Templars, individuals who break enough bonds inivatabley end up with bonds that bind so tightly that neither party is able to break the bone.
Whether you like it or not, meant it or not, or even believe it or not, if you don't have a kill count with how you've broken your unwanted bonds it's divine intervention.
According to my Aunt, Bonds normaly look like being tied togeather with attack plants. Soemtimes their all pretty and happy with nice associations. Other times it's like seeing people traped in the thornes leading to sleeping beauty's castle. If you're seeing bonds manifesting as actual chains that is and I quote "really bad bad juju."
I've told you everything the I know of that pertains to what you've described. You've got more info to run your own risk analysis.
So the ghosts and other things isn't me losing my mind? Greaaat. Cool cool cool. Fuck!
God I wish a simple "no thank you" would work. I've tried. Heavens know I tried. It didn't work and the no made things. So much worse. Hence the deliberate emotional sabotage so they fuck off first.
Not all the bonds I've seen manifested as chains. But... Enough of them have. My mother and that bastard were one such kind. I begged and told her that his chains would suffocate her to death. She never listened to my warnings. I was right about them suffocating her to death, not that I had anything but my word against his as to what happened that night.
The parasitic roots I've seen latched onto normal people as they fade and fall into-
that. That was real? fuck
Good News:
I would really, really like to not be catnip for astartes anymore
Bad News:
fuck me sideways, who are the astartes-adjacent people? Do you mind if I private message you about it? I... Really don't want to encounter more astartes until whatever the fuck curse this is, is under control
I thought grandmother was joking about the family curse. fuck fuck fuck
Worse News:
This was the only way I could drive the bastards away - that or flee the city/country and doing the latter is expensive as fuck and not fast.
the kill count comment is. Ominous. But given what I've seen of the bonds between us humans and astartes... I'm not surprised that bonds can kill. THey've just slowly killed the humans, or were before. Before the bond transferred to me and I had to drive the bastards away before I would be eaten
They were some absolutely rancid-vibes oversized bastards. No matter their alleged alignment
Amonhep to Cedric: you have not made an errorr- but you did have an insight i wished to speak with you about. "Why are their emotions bleeding" I saw you write.
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Email chain: all
Sometimes it's needed so that worse stuff doesn't happen. We have Tech types and others monitoring this chat so most won't be able to view what Lady Rose sent.
- Torglite of Rot Bone
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Hura to Rocket: perhaps you could try and speak with @livinglavidacoola in person about some of their issues? Their reactions to what you are will be rather immediate for an untrained Psyker to a Trained Blank. Slightly random thought- there is a rather darling young Ultramarine- Olly i want you to meet. I think hes mildly Blank and untrained.
Alastor obliges, holding Vorca tenderly for as long as he wants. Stroking his back, letting him cry himself out.
He almost wishes for his tongue back. The poor younger brother. He’s had a rough time of it. Through no fault of his own. At first he had wanted to really hurt the woman, but Altani had smacked his arm and told him no.
He keeps mouthing words of comfort. It doesn’t matter where Vorca is from, he realizes. Deliverance or Terra. He’s a younger brother in need. It’s a heady feeling. Maybe, just maybe, Isstvan V wasn’t the last time he had anything to do with the Raven Guard.
If Vorca looks up at Alastor’s face at some point, he shifts a little so he can quickly sign. ‘The people here can help you. They are good people.’
Vorca holds onto Alastor until he cries himself out. Once he does, he pulls away a little, wiping his face dry and signs back "Good to know. I am still trying to find my feet here on Ancient Terra."
Trying to find other brothers has been difficult, though Vorca is keenly aware of the fact that his chapter is stealthy and tends towards small numbers compared to most other chapters.
Alastor nods. ‘If you need help finding other brothers, they can help there as well.’ He makes no move to pull away. ‘I thought Isstvan V was the last time I would see any brothers, but here we are.’
Rushal thought he was doing good. But he can’t shake the thought that he had been at least somewhat unkind in cutting ties as he did. The legion was changing, yes. But…
He shakes his head. ‘Apologies. Memories. I am sorry you went through what you did. You did not deserve to be caught up in her issues, little brother. Let us know what you need, and these people will do their best to help.
Vorca nods, though the does fidget with his hands a little before signing back “I would like to meet other brothers, if they are amenable.” His eyes widen further at the mention of that cursed, betrayal-death filled misery.
He had not realized that the older brother before him had been one of those who had likely fallen in that treacherous, miserable battle by the hand of vile traitors who had been thought to be allies and brothers at arms at the time.
“Memories, good and bad haunt us all, Alastor. I just… I could tell that something was off, but did not know where or who to turn to.” Vorca confessed. From what he had read on the Ancient Terran Noosphere, those astartes who had bonds were ecstatic to have them, and claimed that they were well loved and cherished. Which was good for them, but had felt… So terribly isolating.
Alastor nodded. ‘Yours is not the first bond I have heard of going wrong. Always tragic when it happens. Nobody is happy with her for it. There is base housing to be had, if you so wish. The Alliance looks after its own. Now, there are Astartes from all over the timeline here. Before and after the Heresy. Have anyone explained about the Alliance and how things work here?’
It didn’t occur to Alastor to offer his own place. While there was room, not many people could cope with sharing a farm with Sevatar, Sigismund, occasionally Sevatar’s nephew, and a ten year old astropath.
Sabriel will fly me. It'll take about 60-90 minutes to get there. Please pass on to your snipers that Sabriel (winged Lamenter, yellow armor, please don't shoot him) will drop me off around the block from Mallory. I'll loiter until she comes out - I don't think sticking an unstable Psyker and a Blank together in close quarters is a good idea. Unless you wish me to treat her as a Hostile Target, in which case I cannot guarantee her survival (and you need to file the appropriate paperwork with my Base Commander for that anyway).
About to meet with injured RG. Good to hear Alastor is keeping him calm. Also meat pie was Delicious.
Signed Cross Faction Bond Specialist
...
"Thank you so much. Oh my goodness. Mm!" Lullaby takes a huge bite from the pie as soon as they manage to unwrap it from the wax paper around it.
"I told you to grab something as we left." Khopesh chides gently. There's not really anger in it just teasing. He takes his own pie as well.
Rose is a bit less amused. "You didn't Feed yourself before leaving?"
"Mm! Didn't think there was time. Didn't know how long that EC had been holding out." You counter, finally feeling able to slow down and less like you're about to fall over. "I can eat later. Didn't know if he'd last with a delay."
Rose huffs, crossing her arms but she relents. "Fair enough."
"Still, you work better when you're fed." Khopesh replies, ruffling Lullaby's hair.
"True. And there's more work to be done. Speaking of which, where are Keme and Hebe right now?"
Khopesh is about to answer with whatever assignments they'd been given today but a chime comes over the message app.
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