Not a character related ask this time, instead, considering recent events (your place of employment's less then ideal choices), may I offer you this bit of whimsy i had just come across on my dash:
This is all.
Do take care, and am biding you a most wonderful day for whenever you happen to be reading this, mate! 🌱
You absolutely adorable human being, You!!!!
I'm trying not to lose it inside my morning metro ride at "Bichelangelo"!!
There's such joy and whimsy in the world! And I hope you have the BEST of days, my friend! Nay... The BEST OF YEARS!
Just dropping in to say that I know I've been relatively MIA on here!
But I still wanted to say, I love you all! And I'm so sorry if I missed out on any of the posts I'm tagged in!
I promise to catch up on those wonderful artworks and fabrics fanfics (I swear my phone hates me!) you bless me with, over the weekend!
Also, if anyone wants to offer me a one way thicket to some distant planet where corporate office work is unheard of, please!! I'll trade you one of my kidneys!
Few beings lived that would have noted the changes the Avenging Son of Ultramar had undergone. His patrician's face was lined, more with cares than with years, and sunken in on itself a touch, especially around the cheeks. He was still handsome, if not beautiful, for all the emperor's sons had been made to be perfect in though and form. But though his features had a fineness a sculptor would struggle to capture, his was an eroded handsomeness, worn at the edges like a mountain's crags. His golden hair had thinned a little, and at the temples were a few strands of grey. Pale brown circles gathered under his eyes when he grew tired and there was a tightness in his jaw, a legacy of internal pain he had borne since his resurrection.
The Dark Imperium by Guy Haley
Chapter 4, Guilliman lives pg.62
Drawing Dionysia in a proper size as we hotly debate who she should be the waifu of. Queen of the Amazons. Goddess of the wilderness, wine, festivity, religious ecstasy, harvest, fertility and madness among other things.
The maker of the elixir of the gods, Ambrosia, which will get you wasted no matter your origins.
This could either be a primarch x reader, or an emperor x reader. Hang with me for a sec-
Something happens and you end up in a world that's kind of familiar, but you can't place it. You find yourself the child of a noble, and are given all kinds of riches. You think you surely must be in a fantasy novel you read, like in all those other fantasy novels you've read.
You decide to just go with it. Clearly you're some background extra that doesn't matter to the story, otherwise you'd remember things better. It was fine, no big deal. You were living in luxury, and your family took care of you, so cool. You embrace your new life as best you can, understanding that there is probably no way back home. You mourn, but you move on.
You live like this for a few years, eventually giving up figuring out where exactly you were. It didn't really matter, it wasn't like you were in danger.
But one morning, you wake to find your household in an uproar. Servants scramble around, your parents in full panic mode. You ask your father what's going on.
"We got a message from the king this morning- The Emperor and his sons are visiting, and we have been chosen to house them. We must make everything perfect, and we don't have long!"
Unease shudders through you. You have a king, but also an emperor? Your father must have misspoken in his rush. This Emperor was surely from a neighboring country. Regardless, you understand now why everyone is so on edge.
You offer whatever you can to help, as is your duty, and spend the next few days rushing around and preparing for your illustrious guests. But that sense of wrongness never leaves you, an anxiety like none other making you feel sick.
When the day comes for the Emperor and his sons to arrive, you put on some fine clothes, and plaster a polite expression on your face despite how badly you want to vomit. Everything was going to be fine, you were going to meet these people, they were going to stay a while, then they would leave and you could return to your life. Easy peasy, you could do this.
That is, until a man you've only ever seen in artwork from your former life steps into your home.
He's massive, and more beautiful than any artist has ever given full credit, with a kind of glow that makes him both ethereal and utterly terrifying. At his side are two men- his sons- nearly as large as him, and beautiful in their own individual rights.
It's then that you understand where you are. You are in the grimdark future your cheating ex boyfriend had once laid on your bed and talked about for hours while you listened because you loved him and thought he loved you. You'd had figures you painted with him in your old room, and hadn't been able to throw them away once you learned the truth.
You try to hold your mask of calm nobility, silently hoping they don't look at you closely enough to see the cracks. But they do. Of course they do. And suddenly, you have the unwanted attention of very powerful, frightening men, and have to figure out how to survive their extended visit.
Technically, Warhammer 40k is the far... FAR future of our own galaxy. And technically, Big E is alive and well (and possibly on Reddit or Twitter) at present!
What if that sorry cheating ex boyfriend of yours from the past(?).... What if he was one of the useless sons of the Emperor of Mankind?! And what if it was Big E who brought you over? Because despite the many millennia that have passed, Neoth cannot forget that one person one of his insignificant mortal sons brought home one weekend?!
Can you imagine the gargantuan Uno Reverse we could be throwing in the face of our cheating POS Ex?
Horus Lupercal: *boasting to someone* My Astartes are prepared for anything! If I summon my Mournival right now, they'll be just as ready for any situation as any of my Astartes! In fact, even more ready!
How the Mournival, who thought they had a free night, showed up on the command deck:
Been seeing quite a few talented people on here, this hellsite (affectionate) who've been blessing my feed with amazing doodles that they had conjured up in mere minutes before heading out to work.
And all I want to say is...
I LOVE YOU!!! AND THANK YOU FOR THIS AMAZING SNACK THAT YOU ARE GIVING US EVEN AS YOU'RE LATE FOR WORK!!!
