Lith she/they /it Possibly a non beany creature. Pan-romantic. Has at least 10 years experience being an adult. Likes anime, newly into Warhammer. I draw , paint minis. This blog is my infinite reblog zone (almost nothing is tagged here). If you only want to follow my art i'll reblog everything @lithartdump
Choose your favorite guy! I know Tristan hasn't appeared yet, but we've left a little space for him in case anyone wants to see the handsome Lamenter. Only Last Hope brothers!
If there's a tie, there will be a surprise drawing with both of them!
Inspired by that post about primarch wives having weird behaviour while pregnant:
Lady Curze/Lady Sanguinius starts having cravings for raw meat while pregnant. Sanguinius is devastated, overthinking the red thirst, being a monster, etc. Meanwhile somewhere else in the galaxy Konrad Curze is kicking down a door (it's not even locked. He just enters like that) carrying a comically large and dripping sack on his back and wide grin going "HOOOONEY I'M HOOOOOOOME".
(This WAS meant as them having separate wives but it's almost funnier if they have the same wife and the same woman has to deal with these two wildly different reactions from them. So pick whatever version you prefer.)
Then it turns out it has literally nothing to do with who the father is and the woman/women in question just has/have a mild iron deficiency or something.
Cultural differences Sanguinius fails to understand
I keep thinking about this idea
Sanguinius didn't know it, but he had left the impression of being an absolute slut on the avian race! Why?
He misinterpreting many gestures of this unfamiliar culture, which resulted a rather amusing phenomenon.
He constantly allowed himself to be touched. But most importantly, he agreed to (or even outright asked for) others to preen his wings. To put his feathers in order and groom them with the necessary oils to keep his rich plumage thick and snow white.
The thing is, in the culture of this species, grooming another individual is a VERY intimate gesture. It signals a very serious romantic and/or sexual interest for the wing-owner. Proposing or agreeing to such a service is a major step in the courtship process, usually followed by a committed relationship or/and sexual intimacy.
Wings are a vital organ, so trusting someone to touch them is a sign that you feel safe around that person after all, you cannot afford to let your wings get damaged. Of course, you won't die if you lose the ability to fly, for instance, your kin will look after you and take care of you. However, flight is a crucial element in the social life and culture of this race.
The fact that Sanguinius seems to be such a whore to everyone isn’t a bad thing it's just a bit surprising to these people. Overall, their culture is quite liberated. While promiscuity is uncommon and most of the population is in monogamous romantic relationships, premarital flings or simple interest in another individual are not condemned, as long as it doesn't turn into cheating and deception.
Young men and women think that Sanguinius is actively looking for a partner, so they court him just as enthusiastically in return. They gift him beautiful handmade items (wing jewelry made of gorgeous red stones that look like raindrops, tiaras for his head), tenderly brush against his hair and hands whenever they get the chance, and express their readiness to mate or enter a relationship with him in various other ways.
Sanguinius gets terribly flustered, genuinely believing that this behavior is just a result of their open culture and that these beautiful creatures are simply being sweet, wanting nothing more from him. Oh, Sanny, if only you knew how wrong you are...
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i think we should bring this back (with some amendments ofc) if we ever needed an "internet etiquette" for the younger generations, now is the moment to remind them. purity culture kills fandom
as well as the three laws of fandom:
Don't Like, Don't Read (DL;DR), Your Kink is not My Kink And That's OK (YKINMKATO) and Ship and Let Ship
NO ONE LIVING hasn't been squicked out by something. There's over 7 billion of us, my delights and disgusts aren't universal. So I move on. Don't like the ship? Move on. Don't like____? Move on.
I am not an exception. Neither are you. I don't like it I move on and shut my gob about it because everyone everywhere is squicked out by something and they need to put the thing down and just…motor.
I love that Leverage really goes out of it’s way to show us that just because you break the ‘rules’, it doesn’t mean you’re breaking the rules. Rules and laws and society are all made up, at the end of the day, and all you really have is your own moral compass and sense of justice; is this just to you? Is it right? Should it be OK for companies to put people in insurmountable debt for the rest of their lives just because our medical care is so expensive in this modern day and age? No law or rule should change what you know in your heart is right and wrong, and I think that’s the key thing that makes someone a good person in my eyes.
#there was a time when parker wouldn’t have noticed, #not because she lacked the capacity to care, #but because she had narrowed herself, #to stay alive she cut off as many unnecessary things as possible, #watching her get them all back, #is one of the glories of this show (via @seananmcguire)
This scene hit me like a brick. My parents were hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt when I was 16 bc I’d had cancer the year before (my treatment ended up being free but the initial ER bills and such were not).
But somewhere along the line they just… Disappeared. My mom says they’re not being paid and they’re not in collections. It’s almost as if someone out there did…exactly what Parker did.
Ever since I saw this the first time, I’ve imagined it was Parker doing it. That she and Hardison had a free weekend and decided to take it out on a collections agency. That I was one of the lucky ones who got a little Leverage.
Okay but like yeah, that is actually a thing that happens, albeit not exactly like this. I don’t remember the exact process but basically there’s a booming industry to sell peoples debt - the business you owe money to sells it to someone else for a fraction of the money owed, wipes their hands of the whole affair, and now whoever bought your debt is riding your ass to get you to give the money to the. But it’s also entirely possible for people to just… buy up massive amounts of debt for pennies on the dollar, and then just. Forgive it. Because capitalism is a living nightmare, but the system is broken enough that it’s possible to exploit it for good sometimes.
Like, the main reason I know about this is because John Oliver did a piece on debt buying a few years ago, and ended it by revealing that he’d bought 15 million dollars worth of medical debt just so he could forgive all of it. Both to expose how broken the system was because some random fucker like him could buy millions of dollars in peoples debt with zero regulations, and also just to take the record for biggest TV giveaway in history.
yes! if you want to help with the medical debt crisis in the US and have some extra money please donate to RIP Medical Debt if you can. They’re completely legit and really do what they say - you really CAN relieve an incredible amount of debt for the needy with even a small donation. I’m a monthly donor and receive a quarterly report of the debt they’ve abolished, and it truly is amazing. Based on those reports the average amount of debt abolished per person is actually I would say about $600 - which means, if you’re doing the math, that with a $6 donation to RIP Medical Debt, you can potentially pull one person out of a poverty spiral - maybe even one family. For six dollars. that’s a pretty good deal, I think.
Lion El’Jonson
The marine asks and the Lion stares at him like the request has been translated poorly from a dead Calibanite dialect. There is a silence long enough for three Watchers in the Dark to form a committee.
Then the Lion gives him one stiff and incredibly awkward hug, it lasts exactly two seconds and the marine hears the Primarch mutter "acceptable." The Dark Angel spends the next 400 years telling no one, the marine spends the next 400 years emotionally healed.
Fulgrim
“Of course, my son.”
Fulgrim hugs beautifully. Perfect angle, perfect hand placement, somehow there is lighting and a nearby cherub begins painting the scene.
The marine feels cherished and elevated, Fulgrim pulls back and says:
“Your posture during the embrace was slightly uneven, we shall practice.” Now the marine has hug training every Thursday.
Perturabo
The marine asks and Perturabo looks at him with the pure disgust of a man who has just been asked to install Windows Vista on a cogitator.
“No.”
The marine nods and leaves. Three hours later Perturabo has built an automated siege-grade compression device calibrated to simulate paternal approval. It has killed six Iron Warriors but Perturabo insists this is user error.
Jaghatai Khan
The marine asks, Jaghatai laughs delighted and pulls him into a crushing one-armed hug. “Good! A warrior who asks plainly for what he wants. Better than brooding in corners like a gargoyle.” (Somewhere the Lion sneezes.)
He claps the marine on the back hard enough to reset his heart and then makes him ride for six hours because 'the soul digests affection better at speed.'
Leman Russ
The marine asks and Russ is already hugging him before the sentence is finished. The marine’s ribs make a noise, Russ is laughs, someone brings ale, someone else starts singing, the marine is now legally part of a saga.
“Any son of mine who asks for a hug gets one! And any son too proud to ask gets two!” Russ says. Space Wolves across the hall begin fleeing.
Rogal Dorn
The Marine asks, Dorn pauses then says “yes.” The hug is firm, structurally sound, emotionally reinforced with no wasted movement. The marine feels safer than he has ever felt in his life, he also feels like he has been temporarily installed into a fortress wall.
“This was a good use of time.” Dorn says.
Then he makes a note in a tactical log: "Hugs: morale-effective. Implement sparingly but sincerely". Dorn didn't know he needed it until later when he stood alone and thought ''That was… good.'
Konrad Curze
The Marine asks, everyone in the room stops breathing, Curze slowly turns his head. “A hug?” Curze approaches like a cryptid, he wraps his arms around the marine with terrifying gentleness. It's cold, awkward and lasts too long. The marine realizes Curze has no idea when a hug is supposed to end.
“I saw nine possible futures where you asked this. In six, I killed you. In one, you cried. In one, I cried. In this one, we are both confused.” Curze whispers.
Sanguinius
The Marine asks and Sanguinius looks heartbroken that the marine thought he even had to ask. “Oh, my son.” The hug is divine. It fixes posture, trauma, hairline and one unresolved childhood issue the marine didn’t know survived indoctrination.
Nearby Blood Angels start quietly forming a line. “My lord, may I also-” one asks. Sanguinius opens both arms, the entire legion begins crying but in a beautiful way.
Ferrus Manus
The Marine asks and Ferrus looks mildly annoyed. He grabs the Marine by the shoulders and pulls him into something that is technically a hug but feels like being inspected by industrial equipment. It is brief, powerful and it may also have dented his ceramite.
“You are not weak for needing reinforcement.” Ferrus says and immediately pretends he said nothing profound.
Angron
The marine asks. Bad room, bad timing, bad everything.
“What?” Angron snarls. The Marine repeats it because apparently this son has chosen death but politely. For a second Angron looks like he might tear him apart then something in him cracks in the other direction.
The hug is brutal, trembling and almost too tight, not affectionate in the usual way, more like Angron is trying to hold together a world that was never allowed to exist.
Guilliman
The marine asks and Guilliman says “of course” then he hugs him warmly and normally, like an emotionally functional person. Afterward, Guilliman asks if this is an isolated morale issue or if the chapter requires a broader framework for paternal reassurance.
By evening there is a document titled: Codex Astartes Appendix CXLII: On Appropriate Fraternal and Paternal Physical Reassurance in Times of Strategic Distress
Mortarion
The marine asks and Mortarion stares.
“No.”
The Marine nods sadly and mortarion watches him go. Five minutes later Mortarion appears beside him like a tuberculosis cryptid and says:
“Do not misunderstand me, I refused because sentiment makes warriors dependent.”
Then he stands there silently and finally places one huge hand on the Marine’s shoulder. It isn't a hug but the emotional equivalent of finding a blanket in a plague bunker. “Endure.”
Magnus the Red
The marine asks, Magnus smiles.
“My son, what you seek is not merely contact but recognition of the soul’s ache-”
“Father, I meant a hug.”
Magnus gives him one then also accidentally shares a psychic vision of cosmic unity, ancient Prospero, the marine’s own buried loneliness and a metaphor involving a burning library.
The marine is healed, enlightened and has a migraine.
“Was that sufficient?” Magnus asks.
“Yes, lord.” The marine replies weeping.
Horus
The marine asks and Horus beams.
“Come here.”
The hug is perfect: warm, strong, charming, fatherly, the kind of hug that makes a transhuman killing machine think, “I would follow this man anywhere.”
Horus remembers the marine’s name, his squad, his last campaign and exactly what to say. The marine leaves glowing with devotion and somewhere fate starts sweating.
Lorgar
The marine asks and Lorgar’s eyes immediately go wet.
“My son…”
He hugs him like this is a sacrament and the Emperor himself might finally understand basic emotional literacy if enough people embraced sincerely.
The marine gets a hug then a sermon and a handwritten devotional pamphlet titled The Sacred Geometry of the Father’s Arms. The hug was excellent and the followup reading wasn't optional.
Vulkan
The marine asks and Vulkan looks offended because he realizes this son has been walking around not already hugged.
“My son, come here.”
The marine disappears into the hug like a child inside a weighted blanket made of volcanoes and unconditional support.
Vulkan pats his back with the restraint of a god trying not to liquefy a beloved ant. Every Salamander nearby is nodding approvingly.
Corvus Corax
The marine asks and Corax appears from a shadow.
“You may.”
The Marine nearly dies of cardiac surprise. The hug is quiet, careful and brief but not cold, Corax is very aware that some wounds don't like being grabbed. He lets the Marine choose how long it lasts.
“Do not mistake silence for absence.” Corax says afterward then vanishes dramatically because he physically can't end an emotional moment like a normal person.
Alpharius/Omegon
The Marine asks his primarch for a hug and his primarch says:
“Certainly.”
The hug happens or does it? Later the Marine receives six conflicting reports:
He hugged Alpharius.
He hugged Omegon.
He hugged a body double.
He was hugged by three operatives in a trench coat.
He himself is Alpharius and hugged himself.
The hug was a psyop to improve morale metrics.
Repost, Tumblr has been glitching a bit lately. I wanted to add some extra thoughts.
“Lord and Lady of the Fright Zone“, standalone work and an illustration for my fanfic. Featured in @maireadralph‘s Entrapdak Zine; this is the full piece. Hordak ought to have been wearing a black crown, but I ran out of time, as the first two designs didn’t quite match my mental image. Perhaps that’ll materialize in some upcoming piece.
The background appears rather more dramatic than originally intended, but after sampling some colors from Hordak’s hair and cloak lining, I ended up with this smoky sky looming above a tenebrous, rocky barrenness surrounding the capital of Hordak’s dominion. I’m still relearning digital painting, and have some issues with light sources, but it’s coming together step by step. I’m quite happy with the result here, even if the background illumination ought to create additional shadows.
I have gotten some questions about the height difference between Hordak and Entrapta again, so I have included a screenshot from “Signals” on which the current arrangement is based, among other S2/S3 scenes. My Hordak has “gained” some height since the first drawings a year back, and he’s a few inches over seven feet tall in his current form. While I grant him quite a bit of muscle mass, his arms are still atrophied and protected by the exoskeleton, beneath which artificial muscle groups enhance his strength. I was going to post sketches of my hc’s concerning the functionality of the entire ensemble some months back, but ended up detailing it in the fics instead.
Hordak’s royal uniform was inspired by G2/MOTU 200x, and Entrapta’s by that of late 19th/early 20th century aristocratic fashions. I’ve sampled the colors directly from her coveralls and accessories, however aiming for a regal look befitting the Queen of Dryl.
best thing tumblr ever did for me is the term "rotating it in my mind". it's really true that sometimes you think about something real hard but you can't tell what the thoughts are exactly. it's revolutionary stuff, i might even say
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