[immortalshe]

# 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐄 : independent  blog  for  the  princess  of  luna,  sister to the emperor of mankind, an  original  character  designed  for  the  warhammer  40,000  franchise.

low activity, mutuals preference. no  minors.  dead  dove  and  grimdark  universe typical  content. carrd template by elv1raes. promo by blightbitten. blog graphics by anyacommissions.

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❝ O' HUMAN CREATURES, BORN TO SOAR ALOFT ...

WHY FALL YE THUS BEFORE A LITTLE WIND? ❞

[immortalshe]

like this for a teeny tiny plot idea for our muses.

[immortalshe]

will do my best to send out asks for everyone while recovering from food poisoning 🤞

[immortalshe]

the living corpse of the god-emperor's sister, beloved to him as she may have once been, is of no concern to the custodes; instead, her mausoleum palace is guarded by rotating adepta sororitas convents, as their permanent atonement for the heretical abuses they allowed goge vandire to hurl upon her.

in the ten thousand years since her death, untold millions have passed through luna's holding pens on their pilgrimage to holy terra, where many continue to die from religious rapture at the sight of its former governor.

her breath, warm and rhythmic against her glass coffin. her tears, shed by the body in a dreamless and eternal sleep. more important than the saintly miracles she performed, she was proof that their god, however unseen, was real. here laid one who shared the flesh and blood he had once donned as a man, a tangible trace of him left in the world. here was one who had known god and loved him, and had died for him, as all mankind ought. as they all would.

[qualdisadis]

Emperor big naturals, I suppose?..

I had an idea and I wanted to quickly draw it :P

[immortalshe]

" i didn’t say i wouldn’t hurt you. " ( the ARROGANCE of him. the AUDACITY. )

it  is  an  act  well-practiced  :  the  princess  clutches  her  cheek.  she  presses  deep,  pulls  apart  the  exposed  seams  of  her  face,  milk-pale  fingers  spread  and  stained  by  the  fruit  of  cruelty.  unshed  tears  lingers  like  dew.  her  chin  grows  wet  with  his  weeping  nail-wound.

inbred  little  prick.

returning  the  blow  would  be  easy,  but  to  do  so  would  lower  herself.  expose  her  to  the  drukhari  vulnerability,  and  risk  joining  their  beasthood.  was  revenge  worth  lathering  her  tongue  upon  the  dirt?  was  the  honeysuckle  of  his  lymph  worth  catching  slaanesh's  eye?

luna's  hand  trembles,  a  twin  to  her  lips,  and  grasps  the  edge  of  her  collar.  as  if  to  present  her  lovely  nape,  or  bare  her  chest  ⸻  it  did  not  matter  which,  so  long  as  marazhai  managed  to  pull  together  what  few  addled  thoughts  remained  to  him  and  whet  his  scraped-clean  palette.  i  am  weak,  said  the  pitter-patter  of  her  heart,  my  pain  is  ripe.

❝  wuh...  why?  what  have  i  done  to  displease  you?  ❞

come  close.  come  at  once.  she  would  not  torment  him  in  cuts.  he  would  enjoy  that,  would  he  not?  to  have  a  culture  of  sadism  meant  an  equal  number  of  masochists;  a  race  of  those  who  took  and  were  taken  from,  and  likely  relished  both.  no…  the  punishment  had  to  be  more.  he  had  to  truly  give.

[immortalshe]

mehns' parents nearly killing her at birth for her albinism and being cannibalised for religious purposes as a child versus fulgrim being saved from mandated death by total strangers because of his beauty as a baby and uplifted purely for his intelligence in his "adolescence". she hates him so much. which one of his marines wants to be her abuse goblin <3

[immortalshe]

"No one, not even you, can require me to justify my acts."

@divinituscaptivus

❝  that  is  not  what  i  ⸻  ...  ❞

frustration  bubbles  in  her  mouth,  nose  pinched  tight  between  her  fingers.  better  her  own  skin  than  his,  and  the  dire  consequences  that  would  reap.  the  princess  stomps  her  foot,  grits  and  grinds  and  groans  through  her  teeth...

before  finding  the  grace  to  speak  again,  now  in  the  fore-language  of  a  thousand  tongues;  words  which  they  once  shared  as  children.  she  surely  felt  like  one.  love  was  absurd.  what  else  could  slough  off  millennia  and  make  her  feel  so  small  and  inflamed  but  the  disease  of  him?

❝  just  tell  me!  tell  me,  please…  you always do this.  you  hate  me!  it's  not  fair!  i  want  to  know  why.  i  want  to  help  you,  brother…  what  does  it  matter,  if  your  deeds  are  correct  and  good  or  not?  man  is  a  moral  animal,  but  we  are  not  men.  ❞

[immortalshe]

❛ i will kill you. as sure as night follows day. ❜ — Horus

hers  would  not  be  an  easy  death.  waging  war  upon  his  own  father-creator  required  abandonment  of  the  familial  affections  that  once  ensorcelled  horus;  for  his  tenderly  reared  heart  to  be  placed  upon  chaos'  altar,  an  offering  for  consumption.  what  mercy  remained  to  beg  for?  what  forgiveness  could  he  proffer?  hatred  born  from  love  was  the  purest  of  its  kind.  the  course  was  set,  as  he  said.

❝  then,  hurry...  i  shall  be  a  martyr  in  my  brother's  name,  and  he  will  love  me...  ❞

ancient  eyes  linger  elsewhere,  his  formidable  figure  but  a  passing  glance  as  she  searched  behind  him for  the  unseen.  the  poor  fool  did  not  even  realise  he  had  already  been  unmade.  devoured.  excreted.  perverted.  reborn  into  an  alternate  universe  of  shit,  leaving  behind  his  empty  shape  in  hers.  tears  would  be  wasted  upon  this  thing.  it  was  the  masters  she  ought  to  address,  those  that  laughed  at  this  most  complete  of  rapes.

❝  i  shall  wish  for  your  death,  too...  no  prince  should  ever  be  kept  a  slave.  may  the  emperor  be  swift...  ❞

[5anctified]

» SWORD & CITADEL. dialogue and action prompts inspired by and pulled from gene wolfe’s the sword of the lictor and the citadel of the autarch, of the book of the new sun series. mature themes ahead. change as you see fit, reader. click here for prompts based on the prior books !

dialogue.

i will kill you or you will kill me. or we will destroy each other.

you’re a materialist, like all ignorant people.

i’m not asking you to. i don’t even want you to.

they drive me as an ox to slaughter.

no one, not even you, can require me to justify my acts.

tell me all about it, but make sure you tell me the truth.

i own that i thought of myself, at times, almost as dead.

an angel is often only a demon who stands between us and our enemy.

do you know you are very handsome?

you're a soldier, then. i thought so.

there was a time when you told me i was not death.

everything was a relic. all the world was a relic.

there is no category of human activity in which the dead do not outnumber the living many times over.

so you knew i was here all along.

you think that time is a single thread. it is a weaving, a tapestry that extends forever in all directions.

i didn’t say i wouldn’t hurt you.

it must be a terrible thing to move backward in time, and still more terrible to pass backward through death.

it’s been a long time since i was here last.

you need not feign sympathy. it suits you badly.

when the fire dies, you die too.

i can fight better than most of them, and i’m sick of being called a whore.

instead of unmasking your face, you must unmask your spirit.

we take no delight in what we do, except in doing it well.

you think whatever is wrong with you is contagious, then?

i am a butcher of men.

you must have killed all the worst parts of your own being.

you have no power over me, neither you nor they.

the stars got brighter, didn't they?

we should be friends then, you and i, as two of similar background usually are.

i’m never completely at ease amongst crowds.

you are the advocate of the dead.

even the powers of heaven find it necessary to employ devils.

he is ironstrong in some ways, weak in many others.

to drink is to live, to be bathed in water is to have a new birth.

courtesy, i fear, demands that you enter first.

i ought to have killed you, that night when you slept in my bed.

so now you know all, and you have me where you want me.

to name is to call. that is the law.

is all the world a war of good and bad? have you not thought it might be something more?

we are almost what you think us — powers from above the stage. only not quite deities.

action. switch sender and receiver's places as you please.

hunker. the sender and receiver are forced to shelter in a meager cottage at nightfall. something is just outside, circling the home.

trudge. the sender and receiver are forced to travel through a difficult mountain pass.

wield. the sender carries the receiver’s favored weapon for them.

goodbye. the sender does not follow the receiver, revealing that they no longer wish to accompany them.

vivimancy. the sender and receiver find themselves inexplicably drawn to a specific grave, as if called by the corpse itself.

taste. the sender tastes the food before them, proving to the receiver that it’s not poisoned.

greet. the sender kneels before the receiver and kisses their fingers.

serve. the sender brings a drink to the receiver, who has taken a moment for themself in an alcove.

defenestration. the sender pins the receiver against the ledge of an open window, threatening to push them out of it.

shroud. the sender blows out the last candle, plunging them and the receiver into darkness.

lunge. the sender dives at the receiver with a melee weapon, only for the receiver to block the hit with whatever is on hand.

thorn. the sender plucks splinters out of the receiver’s skin.

breakout. the sender comes to rescue the receiver and free them from a prison cell.

rinse. the sender and receiver wash at a riverbank.

log. the sender writes about the day’s events in their journal while in the receiver’s company.

retrace. the sender and receiver find themselves in the place where they first met.

[immortalshe]

okay walk with me, consider the way mehns controls / influences those who eat of her flesh being a psuedo mother-child bond...

[immortalshe]

❝   please,  speak  quickly.  i  have  little  time  to  spare.   ❞

[enchantedbook]

'The Victim' by Santiago Caruso

[immortalshe]

❝   fulgrim...  fulgrim...  from  the  ancient  fulgur,  and  the  descendant  fulgor.  but  what  of  the  rest?  lightning,  brilliance...  perhaps  poetry?  i  suppose,  if  ⸻  oh?!   ❞

the  girl  startles  beautifully,  like  rendered  maidens  of  fairytales  old.  one  hand  clutched  over  a  rabbit-battering  heart  and  the  other  drawing  quickly  to  a  blade,  tucked  somewhere  between  folds  upon  folds  of  silk  that  encompassed  her;  as  if,  in  her  unworldly  mortal  panic,  she  could  puncture  @vicarlunares'  belly  till  the  wine  spilled  out.

with  any  luck,  this  performance  would  sow  seeds  of  affection  from  the  newfound  son,  he  who  had  known  women.

❝   ah...  ahh!  my  apologies!  forgive  my  rudeness,  my  primarch...   ❞

[mythical-art]

The Angel of Life

by Giovanni Segantini (1894, symbolism, oil on canvas)

[immortalshe]

❝  my  darling  one,  will  you  not  wash  before  tonight's  dinner?  ❞

oh,  she  knew  very  well  the  pleasures  of  blood;  the  life-heat  of  it,  the  thrill  of  it,  shedding  reticence  and  reason  as  a  snake  sheds  its  skin,  donning  the  flesh  of  others in a shape better suited for the creature within.  to  be  reborn  ⸻  an  unrelenting  conqueror  for  her,  and  a  righteous  judge  for  him,  she  suspected.

an  adorable  endearment.  she  never  would  have  spoken  to  @ave-dominus-nostramos  so  gently  without  it,  amused  enough  by  his  child-babble  to  try  the  bait  where  she  could  have  the  whip.

❝  you  possess  such  beautiful  hair…  the  envy  of  your  brothers,  if  only  they  could  see  it.  ❞

[melniibone]

completely impromptu shoutout / shameless promo for @immortalshe. i love moka and their oc so much and smile when they're online. not to be reductive about luna but my elevator pitch is "evil obsessive witch with a brother complex who, thankfully for the entire galaxy, is easily placated with tea cakes" and i stg whatever she's getting up to it's always a good time. if you have a sci-fi or superhero based character especially, you should definitely go check them out. as someone who is also roleplaying for a VERY niche / underrepresented fandom on tumblr it can be rough out here✌️

[immortalshe]

shoutout to my personal good friend elric of melnibone and their sentient sword flint for having some of the best writing on this website and giving me motivation to play toys with our evil albino tyrants every time they're on the dash 👆