THE GREAT ANGEL

21. reincarnation of sanguinius.

[soft-horns]

Problematic Princess has entered the chat

[chifanlema]

Black anger burned every one of his sons to death.

[saintguinius]

long time no primarchcest. angel returns.. not sure for how long but hello

[saintguinius]

blood angels tapestry to go above my paintings table … why don’t they exist..

[saintguinius]

no one wants to do long form literate roleplay anymore & that’s what is wrong with the world..

[the-mighty-deerfriend]

It's a lost art, god speed in these trying times. That's why I stopped.

[saintguinius]

they can pry my love for long paragraphs and months of (happily) waiting from my cold dead hands …

[saintguinius]

no one wants to do long form literate roleplay anymore & that’s what is wrong with the world..

[magicalduck21]

[saintguinius]

Sir, you dropped this. *hands you a black feather*

staring, large hand outstretched. palm in view.

“not mine,” a hum, “an omen .. though i shall keep it all the same.”

[saintguinius]

Do you accept rp questions?

depends on the question, i hadn’t thought of doing anything “in character” on here. more than willing, i believe it would be fun.

[boarke]

Sanguinius in his gross hatchling stages aka baby

[saintguinius]

sanguinius/konrad curze

tiny snippet, just to see if people are interested. related tags: angst, metaphors for relationship, “dancing” around the truth, they are not healthy at all and i never plan to write them that way.

writing belongs to me. Angel! please don’t steal <3

“do you think of me?” the angel speaks, and it’s as if his voice is the only sound in the room. it penetrates all other noise, like the ringing in your ears after years of ear-splitting gunfire. a holy figure indeed.

“never.” curze replies, his armoured fist clutching the feather that dangles from his side, a pure white contrast against the dark, grimy colours. a symbolic piece of a memory curze barely remembers.

sanguinius turns his head, his left side exposed now. amongst the striking blond colour of his hair, framed by an ever present light— stands a deep black, tangled in a braid just beneath his left ear. a stark contrast of the colours of his legion. of himself.

reminders.

curze, stares, as if he’s never seen it before. as if he himself, did not cut the hair from his head and braid it into divine curls in a moment of shared weakness.

his lip curls downward, and his fist clenches the feather so tightly it may crumble. his armour clanks as he shifts his weight, almost nervously on his feet.

“i think of you,” sanguinius speaks in a near whisper, his eyes focused on the floor in front of konrad’s feet. “i would kill you, now, but i will give you a choice. just as i’ve given those before you.”

[saintguinius]

does anyone care for SanCurze writing / drabble? I have never posted anything on tumblr before, though it seems to be a place that would enjoy?

[soosmain]

I'd like to thank @solspina for editing this video, hug hug kiss kiss

[soosmain]

In a SanCurze mood as of late....Under the cut, I dont wanna jumpscare people.

First kiss, second one.

Third attempt, they're getting better (or worse?)

Caught!

[closetcoffincasket]

Konrad

idk anything abt Warhammer