"average primarch grows 3 mechadendrites each year" factoid actually just statistical error. Perturabo, who lives in medrengard & grows over 10,000 mechadendrites each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
if that were to be the case the average primarch would grow 182500 mechadendrites a year not 3 as that is the implied mean. The math being of is probably why perty is looking at you like that. Good news is he might give you one. Bad news that might involve being servitorized for the crime of doing bad statistics.
Imagine if a like 8 foot tall guy that looked kinda like an alien species just kinda showed up at the house you rent a room in and crashed on the couch and at first everyone hated him but you kinda just accepted this weird massive kinda-human alien species thing as a part of your group even though he's like twice the size of everyone else there
Imagine if a like 8 foot tall guy that looked kinda like an alien species just kinda showed up at the house you rent a room in and crashed on the couch and at first everyone hated him but you kinda just accepted this weird massive kinda-human alien species thing as a part of your group even though he's like twice the size of everyone else there
did I forget to mentioned that we were in the warp? Because the astropath just lost the throne damned sight of⌠whatever she needed to see to get us where we needed to go.
having considerd just trying to use that in any way? like give it to the astropath as a focus or sm (idk im not a wizard ) or atleast send out a warning to whoever needs to hear it not to go to where you are or to come rescue you? WHile posting for the plebians is very fun and enriching for us, it may just be a bad use of this device rn.
did I forget to mentioned that we were in the warp? Because the astropath just lost the throne damned sight of⌠whatever she needed to see to get us where we needed to go.
đ Let's take Ibuprofen together/TAKE YOUR FUCKING MEDSđĄ Angron Edition
This meme is classic and perfect and works for both of the Angry Rons we have.
The "nailess" Angronius, Primarch of The War Hounds/World Eaters (or another other name that would fit better the noble never corrupted sons of the Red Angel/Heart of Nuceria), with his therapist/empath/mental, emotional and physical healer is pretty much like Vulkan, but more dedicated to making people Feel Better than to building things, he cannot stand any person in his presence feeling any disconfort, since he can feel It through people.
... Wait why is Lotara limpingâ
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These are 2250x3000 original sketches and arts made 100% By hand on Ibis Paint X, using SO MANY REFERENCES including my own drawings of these characters that I already have.
Is âflinteâ the word for gun? As in a flintlock?
Unrelatedâis there no word for tag? Or do kids only yell âDU BISTâ when they play? (I am assuming German kids play games where they chase each other around because kids are gonna be kids)
hi german here, hope i can help:
Yes filnte is the word for flintlock
ohter word are (cause its really dependent on case)
pistole is for pistol
gewehr for rifle
and gun in formal general is schusswaffe (shoot weapon)
in informal its waffe (weapon)
We call tag hascher (archaic for chaser) oder fanger (catcher) but we dont shout tag, we shout "du bist" because it is a shortening of "you are (the tager)".
we also have alot of different variations of the traditional catch game such as Hascher frei (catcher free, mixture of catch and hide and seek) where you shout "hascher frei" when you get to a designated spot so theres that.
So I figuredâin case any of ya'll are curiousâI'd do a short STATUS UPDATE on fics. This is essentially my writing and unhinged fantasy blog, so maybe the people who are here are interested in this, hahaâjust so you know where things are at and that I'm still alive.
2/26/26 Updated
ACTIVE:
Last Safe Refuge -
The Isu built humans in their imageâflawed, emotional, stubborn. So, perhaps it was inevitable that everything else created by their hands also picked up those same imperfections.
The Eye was no exception to that.
In which, the Eye has an existential crisis and Desmond tries to survive medieval Italy, which would have been easier to do if it werenât for the goddamn wings.
(Aka the time travel fix it/wingfic that no one asked for)
Got bad news at work yesterday that unfortunately means I have to do MORE WORK which means... less writing. (âĄďšâĄâż)
I have made the executive decision for sad boi hours. Likely chapter 16 will be posted this month or early March. Initially I wanted the chapter to include the Gio & Des convo, Uncle Mario, BREAD RETRIEVAL ft. Ezio, and surprise fluff, but uh, i don't think the chapter will vibe if i include ALL of that since it went heavier/angstier than I anticipated... (âďšââż)
More fuel for the fire -
In which, William Miles, bereft, broken, and guilt ridden from the death of his son, gets a second chance to make it right. This time, he would do better. This time, he would be better. He just needed to figure out how to do that while stranded in 15th-century Italy, with nothing but the clothes on his back and his unconscious son in his arms.
Oh, and the ever-present, guilt-fueled hallucination of said son, who was proving to be alarmingly chatty for a figment of his imagination.
Or as Desmond would put it, âThat one time my dad tried to atone for his A+ parenting by (accidentally??) becoming a 15th-century mercenary warlord in my honor.â
My vacation fic. Chapter 3 is drafted but like, I'm unsure how unhinged I want William to be lmao. I've been drifting to working on this WIP when I hit a wall with LSR. No clear date on when I'll have this out.
Welcome to Abstergo Entertainment -
Everything was going fine for Desmondâuntil he got fired.
So when an internship opportunity pops up in his inbox, he takes it. Sure, the NDA is shady, and the company seems a little intense, but whatever. It's a job. He just wants the paycheckâand something to pad his resume.
He doesnât realize itâs a Templar front.
He also doesnât realize he's accidentally radicalized his fellow interns into baby Assassins in the heart of Templar HQ through sheer charisma, spite, and casual corporate rebellion.Â
Abstergo doesnât notice that.
They notice something worse: Daniel Cross is stable. Heâs suddenly calm. Functional. Focused. And it all started with the new accounting intern: Francisco Randez (aka Desmond Miles).Â
Heâs promising, they think. Templar material, even.
In which Desmond gets booted from the Bad Weather bar one year before the solar flare, accidentally becomes a Templar, and Daniel decides that Desmond is his intern nowâand that unsanctioned murder is perfectly reasonable so long as no one touches him.
Second vacation fic lmao. Updated as I get further unto my onboarding of my new job and if I'm feeling chaotic enough.
I am currently 7ish months into my new job and omg I hate it so much lmao.
EHHHHH:
Too damn sober for this -
Death, as it turns out, is eerily quietâand feels lot like face planting onto a stone floor.
It also comes with dragons.
A whole lot of dragons.
In which the Eye brings Desmond to a world where magic is a thing, there are way weirder beings than the First Civ out there, and the alcohol sucks.
Haven't even started chapter 5 I'm sorry fam lmao. I downloaded Skyrim VR though so I'm thinking after LSR is done and I get all those mods working in Skyrim I'll be deep into the lore enough to go rabid on this just out of nostalgia.
Keep the home fires burning -
At this point, Desmond knew he shouldn't be surprised anymore. Sure, not waking up at the Great Bar of the Afterlife was a bummer, but then again, he should be used to the Ones Who Came Before (And Who Would Not Stop Meddling) throwing him a curveball. He justâŚdidnât think that included him to wake up 20 years in the past.
(Well, he was here anyways. Might as well make the best of it.)
Unironically did start drafting 20 some pages of chapter 6 but haven't touched it since LSR lmao. Sorry for anyone waiting on this one, it's uh, gonna be a while mostly because I wrote this YEARS ago and I actually don't even remember where I was going with this. I considered doing a re-write of this but IDK.
A bird in the hand -
âŚis worth two in the bush. Or, that one time Aiden's sister ran over an Assassin with her car.
...I have like 10 pages of chapter 3 but god, this was SO LONG AGO JESUS. I don't even know if anyone is still INTERESTED in watch dogs lol. I did get a comment a few days ago that someone was thinking about this fic and immediately remembered the draft, haha. Not actively working on this but oh god, I want to replay Watch Dogs for the nostalgia, so just like the skyrim one, when I get back into the game, I'd prolly spiral.
A monk on temple steps -
Clay isn't the most religious person in the world. He doesn't do that sort of loyalty or devotion.
But then a bartender just has to comes along and muck everything up.
The continuation of what happens when Desmond meets Clay far earlier than expected, takes Clay's fate as a result, and Clay's attempt at fixing that.
I saw someone post a comment on this recently and COMMENTER PLS DON'T TEMPT ME I HAVE SO MANY WIPS AHHHHHHHHH.
I'll update this post as I go (unless I forget) but figured its great to have in case any of my readers happen to visit this blog, haha.
so glad to see the advent of women breaking up the relentless sausagefest of warhammer 40k. looking forward to all the new and exciting ways for them to drive the galaxy into the ground!!!
