#littlelostpsyker

[horrible-on-main]

asdljlkjsdl you guys <3

I feel loved

[asklordcaptaincastronova]

@littlelostpsyker

Ah, what a lovely day. Time to go fishing and relax, minions are off doing Emperor knows what, just himself, the rod, and a bunch of excessively elaborate lures. 

Whistling to himself, he sets aside the picnic lunch, places the thermos under a tree, and casts out deep into the lake. Nothing out of the ordinary could possibly happen.

[ask-abaddon-the-despoiler]

There was no affection here for the Despoiler - he was an enemy of the Imperium, after all. And she had a chance, there was an opening, and Throne on Terra, she going to take it. Perhaps, if she weren’t so single-mindedly focusing on her work, the sheer size difference between them would have given her reason to pause, but not today, not here. Her pistol is raised to aim at his head, the sole unarmored location on his being, and she fires without a thought of the consequences.

Abaddon had been stomping about on the planet looking for anything that might be of use. Usually this would be the forte of the slaves but his recent argument with Khayon meant that he needed some space. If not, he might kill his old friend and that was not something he could afford to do. His mind was so occupied that he did not realise there was another person nearby until it was too late. A shot fired, his left cheek stung. Charging forward, he seized the individual by the leg and hauled her off her feet. “What was that for?” he barked, demanding to know what was going on.

[askahzekahriman]

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

“It’s sentimental, it’s something I should stop thinking on because it will never happen. I wish I could take you home, to my home. I had a house in the centre of Tizca and I would love for you to have seen it. You would have loved the city and everything about it. A shame it was destroyed.”

[fuukonomiko]

👍🏼

Send me a 👍🏼 if you enjoy my muse

“Thank you Inquisitor, I promise not to pick on your height anymore.” (Also because mun is close to your size)

[kellancallic]

Name one idea for a plot you’ve had but never gotten around to writing.

As arrogant as it sounds...

I’ve always wanted to do a crossover RP where Kellan just wins. He comes down to some planet and is just outright the bad guy. He slaughters, he loots, he burns down the old civilization to make a new one. That sort of deal. Kellan is a villain after all. But I feel I never get to properly explore the villainous side of Kellan.

[ferrum-defectus]

Abandoned Laboratory

Heavy doors slid open and cast dim lumen light onto the black chest plate of mark III battle-plate that Tyr adorned. As he stepped in, his machine sight had already pierced through the darker corners. He could see the evidence of battle that lingered here along with the decayed bodies. There was little that could effectively hide from his own gaze and the evidence of a struggle had been clear from the moment the door opened. He had detected particulates in the air that were synonymous with weapons he had faced before though his memory currently failed him. His footsteps were all that the Inquisitor needed to ensure her that he still followed her. Unlike her own mortal steps, his were slow and deliberate and he had watched her run sprinting in a direction he knew not.

Through the use of his own machine-sight, he had been able to keep track of her through the trail of heat she had left in her wake. He knew that she held a talent many within the Imperium were wary of, but it was of no concern to him. Tyr's calling was not one of judgment but rather execution. His heavy steps were the herald of his approach as he turned down yet another corridor. There was a pause in his continuance as his attention had been stolen for a moment. There were other signatures which he could not accurately define and yet there were enough for him to reach for his weapon.

With his ancient Phobos boltgun in hand, he continued his way until he found where the Inquisitor stood. His gaze had already examined the wretched corpses that were locked in cages. There was evidence of Immaterial flames, something that he had been quite familiar with. Her reaction however was subject to a modicum of curiosity that he had indeed indulged in. She was tiny compared to his own black, armored mass. Almost double her height, he stood stepped around her while the hiss of his servo hive filled the air. One of his arms had carried a lumen torch that cast further illumination for the Inquisitor's own sake, revealing various consoles that now lay dormant and inactive.

“There is power here...” He speaks slowly, his voice plainly spoken despite what ever may or may not be lurking. From his armor, several servo skulls emerge and begun to float idly around them which then begun to map out the structure's design. “What is it that you see which I do not, Inquisitor...”

The Iron Hand Astartes loomed over her for a moment more before stepping around her, casting light elsewhere as something had scurried off out of his sight. They were not alone and such had caused him to raise his boltgun in a sweeping arc to track what movement he could. His heavy footing had shifted slightly, bringing him closer towards the Inquisitor, standing in between where the movement had happened and where the smaller mortal stood.

“We are not alone.” He informs the smaller mortal, his voice low and carrying a tone of warning. “We are being watched.”

@littlelostpsyker

[fuukonomiko]

🌋

 MY MUSE WILL BLURT OUT THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO THEIR MIND WHEN THEY SEE YOUR MUSE

“Barely a morsel! You won’t even make a full, tasty bite.”

“I bet your soul tastes like cinnamon though.”