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@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.
CARRD. ( ¹ ) PROMPTS. ( ² ) LORE. ( ³ ) CALLS. ( ⁴ )
❝ O' HUMAN CREATURES, BORN TO SOAR ALOFT ...
WHY FALL YE THUS BEFORE A LITTLE WIND? ❞
messages and replies tomorrow. 👼
'The Victim' by Santiago Caruso
❝ 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... ❞
The Angel of Life
by Giovanni Segantini (1894, symbolism, oil on canvas)
❝ 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. ❞
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✌️
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 👆
Stephan Sinding: 'Adoration' (1903)
Heyo, question for the Mun. Do you do random starters?
hello! i haven't done any myself yet, but i'd be happy to write and receive random starters. i think they're starters that don't come any kind of call, may be continued asks, aren't plotted out, etc etc. if you mean something else, please let me know!
hellooo people. like this for a mini starter. variable verses.
emperor of mankind
Private commission
Darius removes his helmet, maglocking it to his side as he sits. Startlingly blue eyes are revealed, he is pale and gaunt, as is common with those of the Fourteenth, and his night black hair is short and utilitarian in its style.
"My thanks, then. And I must...[damnit what's the term?]...beg your forgiveness, as I do not know of you." He mutters in Barbarusian halfway through the sentence.
astartes were designed to be paragons; the very essence of virile young warriors that had harried humanity from their caves to the stars and now the galaxy. yet, beholding darius... what a pity. mortarion was a haggard creature, and he sired haggard sons. this one could have been handsome, once.
❝ i do not blame you. what time is there for politicking in battle? although, ❞ she replies, laughing, ❝ perhaps mind your dirty words before the emperor's sister, no matter the language. ❞
The deathless tyrant of Terra was more than wroth; his hatred of Erda knew no end.
She was a coward, a serpent who slithered into his bosom and bit, and he, he allowed it. He had been a fool to trust her, to doubt the Tree of Time and it's many branches, to lok upon the future he had wrought in disbelief when he could have prevented it from ever occurring.
Erda , like him, could not die, but she would know agony like no other until he was satisfied.
"You will not be able to end her, dear sister. She, like us, cannot be killed.
But she can suffer. "
@immortalshe
❝ i will try. malcador could help. if both our imaginations fail, then we shall crawl to you and beg for your strong hand. ❞
now came danger. just as a man's fortunes could wane and rise with the sun, from leper to warlord to priest, so could the emperor's mood; he wore many faces, his beauty and his terror beyond mortal ability to differentiate.
but, it was as he said ⸻ she was eternal. when she turned backwards at the vast labyrinth of her memory, found the horizon of their shared beginnings at a distance great enough to break human minds... yes. this anger was real, she knew. a father's grief; the sting of judas' kiss.
poor man... had he not endured enough?
❝ brother... you must not come. forget that woman at once. ❞
It has been several cycles since Mehns arrived on the Diadem. In this time he has decided she is a precious gift to be handled with care despite his inclinations. Lucius likes playthings to last after all, and she is something of a relic. Not only a piece of history itself, but a possession to cherish alongside his sword.
He has seated them in the library, in the warming glow of a fireplace. Even here, corpses stare from the walls between aisles of knowledge and degraded lignin. Mouths forced ajar on fierce spikes, until such a time as the joints are eroded that the jaws may collapse entirely. Then they will neither grin nor gape, continuing their servitude as macabre art only until his brothers see fit to replace them with fresh bodies.
"Cooking is the duty of serfs. I must insist that you're careful with that tongue."
Lucius sends a cautioning glance her way, before returning his gaze to the fire. Crackles lace with the churning dirge of his resident victims, melting them together into a more soothing kind of noise.
The Eternal raps his knuckles twice on the arm of his skin-draped chair, and from the enveloping darkness someone answers his call. An emaciated man, stooped and dragging his feet, steps into the light. He has only the shadows to preserve any form of decency in his nakedness, standing near the fire and forcing his gaze into place on the floor. The fire unveils the excessive branding of his skin and a hollow look in his eyes.
"Tell us of a dish from Xenia you recall fondly." Lucius suggests, almost kindly, and then his tone sours as he addresses the chaff. "We can have it arranged, can't we?"
The voice that responds is nothing short of threadbare, words formed with great exertion.
"Yes, my lord."
❝ must i? i only have a little mouth... do you fear it so? ❞
provoking his ego is a paltry, pathetic victory, but the princess savours it all the same. she clasps her hands and blinks up in guileless apology.
her tongue was nothing compared to his own (that awful muscle that stood taller than she did ⸻ she always wondered whether it balled up in his gullet like a snake)... yet, if they compared the deaths carved into their teeth, hers would be the grander tally. he was right to keep it quiet. to mind the barbs. a well-struck slight could undo the strength of even astartes, and slaaneshi were quicker to expose their bellies than their cousins.
❝ thank you, lucius... such a chivalrous host. i am glad. ❞
there was no telling how much longer his prowess would persist before another stole her away, traded betwixt warbands like they would armour and glory. a prisoner's hatred grew impotent quickly, and monotonous soon after... would she have to contend with it for weeks more? months? years? if this torture must be endured, she decided, i must loosen my restraints when i can.
he seemed willing to participate in her games. a good sign. the beginnings of weakness. perhaps he bored of adding yet another soprano to his grand theatre. for now, his pride came foremost; she weighs all her attention upon him, more focused upon every glance and utterance than most worshippers would afford a priest.
❝ mélas zomós. it is a black broth once enjoyed by men of an ancient warrior-city. pig legs, pig blood, vinegar, salt... a few bay leaves, too, if some can found.
as you are my junior, you may have the meat from my bowl. the young should be nourished. ❞
Darius stops, and for a moment his hand hovers above his pistol. "I'm not sweet. But I will join you." He says, reaching up to remove his helmet. "Are you certain the chair can fit my weight, however?"
❝ i would not make a fool of my guests, ❞ she reassures, wearing an indulgent smile. he could always be made to kneel, after all.
❝ all things in my palace are fit for even the primarchs. ❞
if i reply to a thread or ask that's outrageously old, please feel free to ignore it. 🚶
❝ sweet son of mortarion. i bid you… sit with me, and break bread. ❞
violet eyes riveted upon @chapter-master-darius, so certain of his obedience she had not bothered to bridge the gap between her aborted womanhood and the authority with which she spoke. there was no golden regalia to announce her status as a vibrant shell may announce a poisonous animal, no grand herald to ring out her many titles and duties. he was astartes; she was blood of the emperor. that was enough.
