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spawnofbhaal · 2 months
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Theorizing about what might have happened to Marazhai's mother, Farkaza Aezyrraesh . . .
Marazhai says she was a leader, and the family name Aezyrraesh seems very connected to the Kabal of the Reaving Tempest. She was also powerful enough to be protected while she carried two pregnancies to term. Therefore, I assume she was the Archon of the Reaving Tempest prior to Yremeryss (although iirc this isn't explicitly stated).
I also assume that, as she is no longer Archon, she is dead. My theory is that one of three things happened: (1) Yremeryss had her assassinated; (2) another kabal had her assassinated; or (3) Farkaza died during the dysjunction that occurred in the Path of the Dark Eldar books (which also could have led to an opportunity for assassination).
Because I like seeing connections between stories, I guess I like the idea that Farkaza died during that dysjunction, which occurred in 842.M41 (Rogue Trader takes place roughly around 999.M41 or the beginning of M42). So, with around 157 years taking place between Path of the Dark Eldar and the game, it would make sense if Marazhai and Yremeryss were alive during the dysjunction, and it impacted their lives.
A dysjunction, from my understanding of it from reading PotDE and playing Rogue Trader, occurs when there's a warp breach into Commorragh and daemons flood into the city. In addition to the danger posed by daemons attacking the city, many Drukhari take such occasions as an opportunity to attack enemy kabals or grab power if there's a power vacuum (which is apparently what Yremeryss wanted to do by causing a dysjunction in Rogue Trader).
In PotDE, total chaos ensued from the dysjunction. Many Drukhari (and other species, of course) died fighting the daemons or each other. But in addition to this, Commorragh's overlord, Vect (the guy who Marazhai fears enough not to talk about, and who is also the ultimate leader of the Black Heart Kabal that Nazrakhei was an Archon of), decided to regain control of Commorragh by unleashing weapons of mass destruction on everything and everyone inside it. (As a side note, there is an *awesome* Harlequin character in PotDE, Motley, who hates Vect for this).
What all this means with regard to Marazhai's mother is that she easily could have died during the dysjunction, whether from daemons, other Drukhari, her own daughter Yremeryss (who as we know thinks dysjunctions are a great way to shake up the power structure), or Vect basically nuking the place without caring if he killed daemons, rebels, or his own loyalists.
Anyway, I wish there was more info on what Marazhai's mother was like; she must have been a very interesting character.
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aveimperatcr · 1 month
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@tertiusdecimusfilius continued from here.
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We're home right now. We're home. Year 012 of M42. Was that right? A somewhat glossy gaze drifted to his son like he had to search his very soul to confirm if it were the truth. It should have been, yet some part of him just couldn't believe it. No. It couldn't be. If he is still able to speak now... then did he just reach the Throne? Surely he was just interred... no! A trickery of the Warp! Trickery of Tzeentch, the foul Manipulator!
Being vulnerable was a weakness, he once believed-- at least, when it comes to himself. Not to anyone else. If it had been Guilliman (now that the Emperor had properly been able to come forward despite his fractured conscience), he would have reassured him that the weakness he showed was natural and normal human experiences. But not for the Emperor. He didn't practice what he preached. Instead, he chastised himself for being so weak in front of his already stressed son.
But his mind just couldn't form a coherent thought. He heard screams, he heard talking, whispers, voices coming together constantly to try to flood his mind, mixes of sacrificed psykers and past incarnations and whispers of the Warp. He felt like he was back within the depths, constantly battling Chaos while he was still trapped within his very tomb, a living skeleton.
His grip suddenly tightened. His knuckles turned white.
" No. No. I do not need rest. " He suddenly snapped at him, then abruptly moved to stand to his feet, his grip only tightening further like he threatened to break Guilliman's very gauntlet.
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" I must protect Holy Terra at all COSTS. Constantin, you must protect the throne room-- if Horus is to reach it, then he will reach the Webway! We must not allow him-- I need to reach him first... I am going to board the Vengeful Spirit and assist Sanguinius-- Malcador will power the Throne for as long as he can, and... and... "
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ask-the-crimson-king · 10 months
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Magnus's bid to become Emperor
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Let's talk about this little passage here for just a second, cause this gave me such whiplash reading it for the first time. I'm pretty sure I already have a post about it somewhere, but I want to talk about it a bit.
It's pretty obvious that Magnus, in-lore, kept this idea through til M42; he is trying to build out his psyker empire from Prospero and Sortiarius outwards. He's sent out a bunch of human thralls and messages across the Warp to those who are psykers or who are becoming psykers to bring them to Sortiarius for training and the like.
So it's also obvious that this would have been his vision for the Imperium, a place where psykers can exist and not have to hide themselves or their abilities. Mutants wouldn't be shunned, they'd be treated as normal.
Given this, if Magnus is seriously putting in his bid for ganking whomever survives the fight between Horus and the Emperor... what of his plans to deal with the retribution that everyone knows is coming for them? Both the Lion and Roboute are on their asses; Magnus even says it for himself, the enemy is time. He doesn't have many warriors left, even if he does proclaim one of the Thousand Sons is worth ten of every other Legionnaire. And the other Legions are definitely not going to swear to him if he invokes right of conquest. The Sons of Horus would probably try to kill him if it was Horus who survived and Magnus took him out, despite what Horus had done.
This plot point has always been weird for me, even when I first read the book. Magnus is the type to have a plan for every eventuality, considering his nature, and yet, afaik (could be wrong), we don't see much of him actually considering how he's going to deal with the incoming Loyalists or the hodge-podge of traitors. So, why does Magnus still go for it? He stays with the Warmaster until the end (or so he swears), but hasn't shown much of an inclination against his plan to usurp control.
It's weird and strange and I don't quite have the full mental capacity to go more in depth with this. It would be nice to maybe get another look at what in the fuck Magnus is doing directly after the Siege, but all things considered, that is probably not happening. Maybe it will, no one can really say, but the lack of novelization of the Thousand Sons after Magnus's return is uh.
Speaking volumes.
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doolallymagpie · 10 months
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trying to figure out what the most common Cyberman pattern in M42 is
well technically it’s this
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but I’m talking about open and not-Omnissiah-worshipping Cybermen
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rhiannatruex · 2 years
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space talk at night - M42/Orion in the upper left
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ocdude · 3 months
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Being an “elder millennial” or “Xelennial” or whatever label you want to call someone born in the 80s that got to play the original Oregon Trail, I got to see a lot of technological transitions. Growing up, we had film cameras. Point and shoots, mainly, with some oddballs here and there (remember those cameras that were flat and long?). At some point while I was a teenager I was gifted a used Fuji STX-2 and I became the family photographer. From that point forward I took more photos than was in them. That camera, sadly, is no longer with me. I’ve since moved on to a Canon K2 and then later a Canon Elan7 which I continue to use today (which is actually my second Elan7 after my first one met with a terrible fate).
I went to film school (the motion kind), but never really got a chance to be a “filmmaker”, for whatever that means, so I use photography as a way to exercise that muscle a bit. Aside from sharing some shots on Flickr and a few things on Instagram, I’ve never really shared my photography with anyone other than my partner, so I’ve not really worked on talking about my process or really looked at my photography objectively. Over the next year my hope is I can start being more thoughtful about the photos I take and forcing myself to write about them here might help with that.
This past month I picked up a Fujica ST801. I mainly bought it for the lenses (I’ve been collecting old, mostly soviet M42 mount lenses), but the camera is actually a fantastic little device. The shutter and the film winding lever are wonderfully mechanical. Given it’s a Fuji camera, I thought it appropriate to start off with a roll of Fujifilm Neopan Arcos 100II as my test roll. Part of the “joy” of eBaying cameras and camera equipment is not fully knowing if what you’re going to get is actually as functional as the post made it seem. In this camera’s case, the light meter is subtly messed up, but I don’t know yet if it’s because something’s actually wrong or if it’s because it’s actually meant for silver oxide batteries and I’m using alkaline. As a result, I ended up having to use a light meter app on my phone. I should probably get that fixed.
Here’s a selected few photos from that roll.
Image 1, the Caltrain station
I've never really shot this stock before despite shooting a lot of black and white film. This stock has a lot of dynamic range and not a lot of grain, which I actually really like. I actually really like this composition, though I keep waffling back and forth on whether I should have tried for a deeper depth of field or if I actually like that the foreground is out of focus.
Image 2, more caltrain station
This is a lot closer to the "style" I normally shoot, quote unquote "street photography". I like the person in the shot, and I like the deep hallway. I don't like that I don't have any of the next train signs in focus. Again, this was a pretty challenging lighting situation, and with a broken meter, I just went with a wider open f-stop.
Image 3, cat on a bombed out metermaid vehicle
As I was walking down the street I saw a flock of metermaid vehicles parked behind a fence, which was interesting enough, but as I got closer, I spotted a cat who seemed to be offended that I made eye contact. The vehicle it was sitting on seemed to be having a rough go at it, what with being burned and all, but it made for a fascinating subject. This is another one where I was impressed by the dynamic range of the film. The cat is well lit, but you don't lose all of the detail in the vehicle either. I actually have three pictures of this cat, but this one stands out the most because of the contrast in the shadow area vs the cat. A+, would potentially offend this cat again.
Image 4, fire rescue racing out of firestation
I don't know if "lucky" is the right word, considering emergency vehicles racing off is typically not a good thing, but I happened to grab this shot while walking by a fire station just as they received a radio call. This is probably the one time I regret having black and white instead of color loaded, but I really like the shadows here and the contrast between the shadow and light sides of the building. The vehicle itself seems to just pop as well. I also like that there's some minor halation on the lightbar, which is not something I was particularly expecting to catch on black and white.
Image 5, aka "this roll is 36, but I'm on shot 38"
Part of the joy of mechanical cameras that don't have any sort of DX code reader or automatic winding is you can sometimes squeeze out more frames than you expect from a roll if you are careful while loading. At the end of my walk I hit a taco truck for lunch, and took this photo, not fully expecting it to work. This was the end of the roll. Like a lot of the other shots from this roll, I'm actually really surprised at the detail you get in the darker areas. The tacos were also delicious.
Conclusion
I'm definitely going to shoot with this camera more this year. The fact that it's slighlty broken means I need to stop and consider my shots a lot more than when I'm out with the Elan with all of it's fancy autofocus and working light meter (and exposure compensation, and...). I actually really like this film stock as well. My usual goto for black and white has been Ilford HP5, but it's super grainy. While that's sometimes the feel I want (photos you can chew), it's nice to have an alternative.
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innistrahd · 29 days
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112, M42. Hive World of Pempeta
The girl's footsteps were drowned out by the sounds of countless other noises - the myriad voices of other inhabitants of the hive taking their brief respite from work, the hissing of pipes venting air into the hive, and the hum of the omnisiah-blessed generators.
She tapped the servo-skull on the wall in the pattern she'd always done, and the door to her family's chambers opened. She stepped in and happily started digging for something inside the one pillow she had on her otherwise sparce cot. Her mother gave the young woman a sharp talking-to.
"You smell awful Sasha! You've been down in the Depths again haven't you? You know you shouldn't be spending time down there. You may run into one of those... who live outside of the Emporer's light."
Sasha did not respond. She simply grabbed the small silver cross she had been looking for and headed back to the door.
"If you stay out you know you won't get enough rest to be ready for your work tomorrow, Sasha! Sahsa!" Her mother yelled off into the corridor as Sasha ran out, her voice drowned out amidst the sounds of venting pipes, idle chatter, and the hum of the generator.
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Adelaide sat at the edge of the water, holding a broken pipe with a piece of string tied around it. The murky brown water of the hive city's Depths didn't stir much, even as she felt a slight tug on the end of her rod. She pulled hard as she could, but it quickly became apparent she had grasped onto a piece of debris at the bottom of the water, rather than anything living. She'd have to cut the line and make a new rod again.
She let out a gasp as she felt a slight shove from behind.
As she steadied herself, Sasha quickly moved up to sit at her side.
"Hi Addy! Look, I brought it." She held out a small shining object, its glistening face reflecting the dull red lights of the Depths.
"Wow, it's beautiful... How did you get something like that?"
"Found it after mass the other day. It was just sitting outside our cathedral. Like a gift from the Emporer Himself."
Adelaide went silent and focused on her rod for a moment.
"Oh Addy," Sasha said, reaching out a hand. Adelaide pulled her hand away from Sasha's hand, but Sasha reached out quicker and grabbed it. "The Emporer loves you too, you know? I can't see why He wouldn't. He's a good God. I know He loves you, scales and all."
Sasha ran her thumb over the dry scales on the back of Adelaide's hand, gently caressing them. Adelaide continued just looking down for a moment, though her face took on a pained expression.
Sasha looked away as she changed the subject. "You know, I'm probably going to be leaving the planet soon. I'm almost old enough to join the guard, and they'll probably end up taking me along this time." She paused for a few moments, waiting to see if the other girl would respond. "I'll miss you, you know. If they do take me."
Adelaide thought for a few moments before responding. "I'd miss you too. But, maybe... You don't... have to go?"
"What do you mean? If they call for me, I've got to go."
"Well, I know things aren't as nice down here as it is up above, but we're working on making a comfortable space. My dad's part of a crew that's cleaning up this nice little spot they found a little ways over, to make a nicer space for our community. You could come live down here with us? You know the guard doesn't call for us down here."
Sasha was shocked at the proposal. "No, I- I mean, I couldn't. The opportunity is there to serve in His army. This isn't just obligation or anything, I look forward to serving Him in all ways I can."
"I... I see. Well, I need to go see how my father's work is coming along." Adelaide suddenly stood and began to walk off. Sasha sat for a moment, her feelings conflicted, before gathering her things and returning home.
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Crawling through an old ventilation shaft, Adelaide approached the site of her father's work. As she approached, though, she could tell things weren't quite right. There was acrid scent in the air, permeating the rusted metal corridors. Something was wrong.
She rounded a corner and found the first definite answer to what was wrong. There was blood splattered throughout the corridor. In the center was a body, its head caved in to be nigh unrecognizable.
She knew she should run at that point, but Adelaide was terrified for her father, and couldn't bear knowing he'd been hurt as well.
Slowly walking past, trying to avoid stepping in the puddles of blood, she continued down the metal corridors, discovering one body after another. Aron, Jane, sweet old man Emil. The sense of what was to come swept over her body as she finally creaked open the great metal door to the old cathedral, the space her father and the others had been working to repair.
The massacre was a sight she could barely stomach. Dozens of bodies, mashed and mangled, some beyond recognition littered the floor. Thick pools of blood stained what had only been cleaned into a lovely space to live. She stepped slowly forward, examining each body to try to find one whose face or proportions or anything matched her father's.
After what seemed like aeons of searching, she took a seat on one of the pews in the cathedral. None of them were her father, she was certain of it. Somehow, it seemed her father had escaped whatever it was that caused all this destruction, though he seemed to be the only one.
She looked up the statue in the head of the cathedral. Its grinning teeth looked far too sharp, and the sword and shield it carried seemed like they were stained in their own layer of blood, like the thing had come to life and caused the massacre itself.
Adelaide stepped toward the statue. She saw a podium below it, and cracks in the walls behind it. The cracks seemed fresh - not the wear of tear of centuries of unuse, but as though someone had taken a mallet to the foundations just today. She stepped toward the crack, curious to see the source of that red light harshly poured out through it.
Suddenly, there was a sound behind her and she turned just in time to see the figure approaching, hammer in its hands, blood on its face, and rage in its eyes.
She barely had time to recognize her assailant as the one supposed survivor of the massacre.
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The Different Types of Saw Blades You Should Be Aware Off
Sawing is one of many of the most necessary tools for domestic work. But other than mowing lawn glass in your backyard, a saw is also used for cutting trees or any piece of wood. It is also used for cutting through a stiff wire, chains, other metal works, and even hard-toothed edges. This helpful tool is used by many individuals and work groups for construction, re-design, and arrangements. 
Types of Saw Blades 
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Conclusion 
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m42-fr · 3 years
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was gonna ask, “do you draw anthros with or without the wings?” but instead i mentally phrased it as, “do you draw anthros with or without the peel?” and i’m. hey guys. do you draw your anthros with or without the peel
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Horrified and distressed at the lack of new ridgeback content here on the old Tum of Blrs. My guys, my gals, my theybie pals, I implore of you: show me your favorite ridgebacks!
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0256 · 3 years
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new card get
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#Honestly I don't care if my family ends up finding out about the name.#Yeah I'll endure some insensitive Funny™ stuff but it's only for a few months#I'll most certainly be gone by July the latest so whatever#They won't know my new address#Or my social media handles or anything even#I'll move the number I have to the secondary slot of my secondary phone and that will be their only way of contacting me post rise#I know right. Talking to family post rise. Sounds like a joke.#I won't be as bitter as I am now because they won't be in my life or in control of anything#My rights won't depend on whether they smoked or not ate or not or if they're withdrawing from their drugs#And once they say Funny™ stuff I can easily hit that End Call button#This way they won't be worse than they are now.#Hopefully they won't know my name though#I love it too much#At the end of the day it's my life and if I want to live with a name that makes me happy... I can and I will#All I needed was $77 for the change and $6.75 to get there and $5 to get back#I will always hate these people for what they did and I will never forgive them#I have to get therapy for unnecessary suffering. Who even knows if they'll actually help me or not.#I really hope you do move upstate! It would be too far because I would live way too far from grand central#Walking distance is still too far if I'm going to visit family#I hate the M42 anyway! And if you think I'm taking the subway to visit you you're mistaken!#I will conveniently forget uber exists and I will also conveniently forget I'm in walking distance of the rail station#Get out of my life.#You won't be in ********'s life! You can try.
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fallingstarnovel · 3 years
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Chapter One
Evan Golightly didn't consider himself an unlucky kind of guy. It wasn't like he was wandering around winning the lottery, but he also wasn't getting hit by chunks of blue ice from the sky from a passing airplane.
This week was just like every other week he had experienced so far. As he walked to his lecture across the university campus, he saw the same people he usually did and went to the same places as always. He didn't step on any cracks in the pavement, and he didn't walk under any ladders. He didn't find any four leaf clovers either, and he didn't have a lucky rabbit's paw on his key chain. He had a coffee cup in his hand – medium sized, not big and not small. 
He was a little late, because he had stopped to pet a black cat that lay on the pavement in front of him, but that was okay. The lecturer was very forgiving, and most people were a few minutes late anyway due to a clash in timetabling. 
Evan couldn't remember if seeing a black cat was good luck or bad luck. As the kitty purred and rubbed itself up against his fingers, he couldn't help but smile and talk to it quietly.
"Oh, you like that? You like the scritches? You're so handsome, such a handsome boy..."
Someone behind him coughed disapprovingly. A little embarrassed at getting caught, Evan straightened up and kept walking, forgetting all about whether black cats were lucky or not. 
As he approached the building where his lecture was held, Evan started climbing the concrete steps up to the entrance.
If luck could be charted on a bell curve, with some people being extremely lucky, and some being extremely unlucky, then Evan considered himself to be slap bang in the middle. If he entered the lottery, he might win one of the smallest prizes, but not very often. If he got onto a crowded bus, there would be a seat available, but not a very good one. If he chose answers at random on a test, he would get a 50% grade at the end. 
There was a meow from down by his feet. The black cat was following him. It had big green eyes which were staring at him as it meowed again. 
"I'm sorry, I would love to play with you, but I'm late," Evan said. He knew the cat didn't understand, but he still felt like being polite. 
The cat meowed very loudly and then started walking in between Evan's feet as he climbed the stairs. He started to worry that he was going to trip, slowing down and trying to shoo it away with his foot. It meowed again, but ran away, standing at a distance and staring at him. 
Evan had always been weak for cute things. He bit his lip. "Ahh, I'm sorry! Wait until my lecture finishes, I'll come back and give you scritches then!" 
He was almost at the top of the stairs now. Evan turned away from the cat – only to see a small black shadow out the corner of his eye down by his sneakers. He felt something brush against his leg, and then he tripped over something, and before he knew what was happening, he was falling backwards down the stairs. 
Evan let out a sharp cry, his arms windmilling around him as he went into freefall. 
Not the stairs... not the stairs! This was why he hated stairs! He always knew they would kill him one day! 
Before he could fall any further and roll down the stairs and smash like a boiled egg, he felt someone grab his arm and hold him still. His bag hit the ground and his coffee cup went flying, bouncing down the steps and spilling coffee everywhere, but Evan...
Evan was being held up at the top of the stairs by a strong, sure grip. 
He looked around in surprise. Holding his arm was a smiling youth with curly blond hair, tumbling in cherubic whorls around his ears. The youth looked just as shocked, his eyes big and wide as he stared at Evan. As he stopped Evan from falling. 
There was a moment of silence. The youth pulled Evan forward onto the flat ground at the top of the steps, and let go. 
"You..." Evan said in a rush. "You saved me! Thank you so much, I thought I was a goner..." 
The youth hesitantly smiled back, his eyes flickering down the stairs. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just tripped on a–" Evan said, gesturing to the cat. 
The cat was no longer there. It had disappeared. 
"... Huh. Guess I tripped on nothing. Um, thanks. Oh, man, my coffee..."
The youth picked up Evan's bag and handed it over to him. His eyes were wide, like he was recovering from a sudden shock. "Sorry. I'll buy you a new one."
"Don't worry about it, it was my fault," Evan said with a laugh. "I owe you for saving me. I should buy you a coffee!" 
The youth looked at Evan. He couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were light grey, bright and cold, crinkling at the corners in a warm smile. "There's no need to thank me. You don't owe me a thing."
Evan had heard those two sentences before many times in his life. He had heard it from friends who had done him a favour, and from customer service workers who helped him get a discount for his broken laptop, and from the nice woman in the corner shop who sent his mom flowers when she heard his grandfather had died. 
They had always been said with varying levels of sincerity. A lot of people said "no need to thank me", but secretly wanted to be thanked very much. If you didn't thank them, they wouldn't help you in the future. People were weird like that. 
But when this guy said it, for some reason Evan understood that it was the absolute truth. Like it wouldn't matter if Evan thanked him or not – he would still help him. 
Feeling a little flustered, Evan scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I have a lecture now, so I better... uh, you're sure you don't want a coffee afterwards?"
The youth seemed to think about it for just a second too long, before shaking his head. His smile was apologetic. "It's fine. Enjoy your lecture." He started walking away. 
"Ah, uh, you too," Evan said in a panic, before quietly smacking his own face. He had no idea if the guy even had a lecture. Stupid, stupid, stupid... 
The youth came to a stop. He slowly turned around, an angelic, apologetic smile on his face. "Actually, I'm a little lost. Could you tell me where room M42 is?" 
"That's – that's where I'm going now! That's where my lecture is!" Evan gave him a wide grin. "Astro 228, right?"
The youth nodded. "Right."
"Just follow me, then. Huh... I didn't know we shared a class, sorry I didn't recognise you!"
"That's okay," the youth said quietly from behind him as they entered the lecture building together. "I tend to stay quiet." 
Watery winter sun did its best to shine through the floor length windows of the lecture building. It shone off the back of Evan’s pale neck, the black hair that fell in every direction. It reflected off the otherboy’s grey eyes, making them seem more luminous, more pallid, as they watched Evan with keen, unwavering interest.
Evan walked slightly ahead to lead the way. "Well, I definitely won't forget you now. You saved my life! What's your name?"
The youth was quiet. Evan waited for an answer for an uncomfortably long time, before wondering if he had spoken too quietly. He was about to repeat the question when a soft voice from behind him said "Ruth."
Ruth? Wasn't Ruth a girl's name? Was this guy actually a girl? "Oh, Ruth? Ahh, that's a cool name."
"You don't think it's weird? That a guy has a girl's name?"
Oh, thank god, he didn't have to try and subtly ask awkward questions about pronouns. Maybe the guy was used to this kind of thing and anticipated the awkwardness. "No, I don't think so. As long as you like it, then that's all that matters. I'm Evan by the way." 
The youth hummed. "I know." 
Now Evan felt guilty. He didn't even remember seeing this guy around, but he remembered Evan's name. Ah, this was too bad. He would definitely make an effort to remember him now. "Well, here it is. Just in time–"
"Actually, you go ahead," Ruth said suddenly. "I need to use the bathroom."
Evan turned around and blinked at him. "Oh. Sure. I'll see you in a bit, then."
The youth nodded. He hesitated, before speaking again.
“It was nice to talk to you.” 
He gave Evan one last beatific smile, before walking away and disappearing around the corner. Evan quietly let himself into the lecture and scurried to the back, mouthing "sorry" at the lecturer, who ignored him. 
He made sure to keep the seat next to him free for Ruth even as other students trickled in. 
The lecturer coughed several times to get the attention of the class. 
"So, last week I opened the lecture with the following quote: God does not play dice with the universe. This is oft quoted and attributed to Einstein himself in a letter to a friend criticizing what he saw as the unacceptable flaw in quantum mechanics, that is, the possibility of unpredictable random events on a molecular level. In many ways, he was right. We have been learning how to chart the movement of objects in a vacuum – predicting the orbits of distant planets and stars around the insatiable black holes that are, themselves, in a perpetual state of movement. I know that most of you have grasped the basics of this particular module very quickly. Predictability is a magnetic lure – one gets lulled into the false sense of security knowing that we can work out the trajectory of some far flung meteor to a high degree of accuracy. As if space can be imagined as some unfathomably large clock, each cog in place, every heavenly body caught in an eternal, rational, predictable waltz to the swing of a baton that, if only we have the numbers, might one day understand the rhythms of. If you turn your attention to the notes we made on how you can work out the speed of rotation of a planet..."
Evan tried very hard to concentrate and make notes. There was always a buffer at the start of the class where this particular lecturer went on a long tangent about random things he thought were interesting, and he usually zoned out through them, but once the actual maths was brought in, there was no possibility of daydreaming and letting it slip by. If you missed anything, you ended up being more confused down the line when the more complicated stuff got brought in. 
The poor girl next to him was doomed. She fell asleep almost immediately, and Evan lit a candle in his mind for her. RIP your grades, you snoozy bitch. At the same time, he was envious. Why couldn’t he take a nap instead of doing work?
He tried to concentrate, but all through the lecture, Evan couldn't help but keep looking at the doorway, wondering when Ruth was going to appear. How long did it take to use the bathroom? Did the poor guy have a stomach upset? 
By the time the lecture was over, Evan had accepted that Ruth wasn't going to appear. He lit a candle in his heart for the guy's bowel system. Clearly, he had been having some kind of toilet trouble and decided to skip the lecture. 
What a shame. He seemed so... interesting. 
After the lecture was over, Evan slowly clambered out of his seat. The lecturer had set a bunch of exercises to do at home, and the library was calling for a study session. Time to shuffle into Tesco to get a £3 meal deal and sit down for several hours to pound his brain into submission! 
"Hey, Evan," someone called out as they left the lecture. "Evan, wait up!" 
There was a girl chasing after Evan. She had warm brown skin and an infectious smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. 
"Oh, sorry Aliya," he said, slowing down so she could catch up. "Did you enjoy the lecture?"
Aliya pouted. "No, are you insane? Enjoy it? Why did I do an astrophysics course again? There's so much maths. I genuinely think I would drop out if I didn't think my mum would kill me."
Evan nodded in agreement. "Sometimes I think about switching to an art degree instead. I won't do it. But I just think about it sometimes."
"Wait, wait, I wanted to ask you something," Aliya said, slapping his arm lightly. "House party. I've been invited, but I don't want to go alone. It's a bunch of people I don't know very well, and..."
Evan rolled his eyes. "If you don't know them, why are you going?"
"Because I don't know how to say no!" Aliya moaned. "It's a pretty casual thing, don't worry. You know I don't drink, so I'll probably be dipping early. Please? Please please please? Please just come for a little while, just to keep me company..."
Evan wasn't a prude. He liked a good party. The thing was that he liked a good party with people he knew. "And I don't know anyone there?"
"Probably not, they're all from netball club. But hey – you'll know me!" 
"I don't know you. Who are you. Why are you following me."
"Evaaaaan. Please! I'll do anything."
There was a long silence as they exited the lecture building together. Evan watched the students stream out of the building on their way to other classes, or the library, or their rooms to go back to sleep. 
He wasn't exactly great at making friends. Aliya was the only person on his course that he talked to regularly. It was why he was pretty excited to get to know Ruth, except he disappeared, so that was a bust. He tried a few clubs and societies, but none of them had really clicked so far. 
He hadn't been to a party in ages. He was wasting the best years of his youth in university, and he wasn't even going to parties. What was the point? He was living like a grandpa and he was only twenty one! 
He wasn't an old man yet! He didn't have a pension! He still liked electronic music!
Maybe this was the chance Evan needed to make new friends. How hard could it be? 
"Sure, why not." 
Aliya cheered. "Yay! Thank you, big guy. I owe you one. Oh, wow, watch your feet, it looks like someone spilled their coffee down the stairs... haha, poor them..."
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madrigalism-fr · 3 years
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Thank you all for the support, I think I’m just in a nasty headspace today...I’m gonna try my best to get a comprehensive fic together for the pair of dragons I’m currently obsessed about....
Basically it’s this: Immortal widower mage (Gal’ryoth) with a teenage daughter (Vora’glyth) meets a mutant dragon that’s from a clan of hunters for sport & honor (Quill), and Gal’ryoth becomes responsible for understanding and translating for Quill, as he already vaguely grasps the form of sign language that Quill’s clan uses for speaking with other dragons. This leads them to spend quite a bit of time together, and they find they enjoy each other’s company quite a bit even after Gal’ryoth’s aided in teaching most of the clan’s higher-ups the language.
The two of them have been through some serious stuff (Quill had his reputation tarnished because his clan isn’t very happy about him refusing a female mate and thus providing no children, Gal’ryoth’s former mate died from a shade-based plague prior to the clan’s evacuation to the Ashfall Waste, leaving him to raise his daughter alone while they both mourn) and they end up playing a big part in each other’s healing, feelings being forged in the process.
They’re also based on OCs of mine under the same names, and they’re like all I’ve been able to talk about on Discord this past week or so lmao, just ask my buddy M42. The OC versions have their story a liiiiiiittle bit different, but still close to this setup for the dragon versions.
I rambled on way too long here, but I really do mean it when I say thanks to you guys. Nothing makes me happier than sharing my stories and characters with people, and though I do frequently doubt myself when there isn’t much attention to my posts, I can just hope that maybe that’ll eventually change.
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doolallymagpie · 2 years
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a bunch of nyfarran workers: *fucking around between tasks*
duke domino, appearing from out of nowhere:
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So yeah - we’re getting the 9th edition (I got on board the Warhammer 40k train in the 7th) and shit is starting to progress at a faster pace than ever (people who tried to get me interested in Warhammer often complained that it’s in a forever Status Quo).
So. From what I know what is happening currently in the Dark Future of the year of our Lord - the Emperor of Mankind 100something M42?
- The Necrons are probably going to fully awaken as the Silent King is returning for good (which is really bad news for all the other races in the Galaxy, except maybe for the Orks - they’ll enjoy another friendly race to fight with).
- The Orks are uniting under the Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka - now bigger and stronger than ever after his death at the hands of Ragnar Blackamne (Ghaz really died but got better when his head got stappled back to the body). We’re basically about to get War of the Beast 2.0 - the Green Boogaloo.
- Primaris marines (which I personally despise as making no real sense) were nice enough to provide us with first traitors and some Choas mad science is already tinkering with some gene-seed they obtained so we’ll soon get Chaos Primaris (which still won’t be able to use the same transports as regular marines - go buy new toys please)
- Speaking of Chaos - some Traitorous Primarchs are beginning to take action since the return of Rowboat Grillman (I am going to misspell his name as many times as i can).
- Loyal Primarchs are also probably going to return - we have Robot Guyman who’s been active for over a century now. We also got first glimpse of Corvus Corax who went and utterly thrashed Lorgar on his own planet in the Eye of Terror. People seem to be placing bets on who’s gonna return next - top contestants include Lion (time to end this nap), Leman Russ (because stuff happened to Fenris) and Rogal Dorn (fun but depressing theory is that he never anandoned the Imperium but got lost in Space-Time due to warp - those 10k years that passed for him were mere minutes).
- Not sure what the Eldar are up to but some of them are helping the Imperium? I mean Rob G-man basically got himself an Eldar girlfriend and everyone’s been jealous... I mean... it’s obviously Heresy! Were he not the Son of the Emperor the Inquisition would have a serious talk with him!
- The Tau are on the verge of civil war? Not sure about it but there seems to be some growing tensions between the Tau Empire and the Farsight Enclave. GOOD. This is good actually. We’re getting the first case of “My greater Good is Greater than yours!” - maybe they’ll learn to pick up some sharp pieces of metal to beat the shit out of each other.
- I have nothing on Dark Eldar and the Tyranids?
- One last thing - Custodes are finally taking some more active role in the events? For one it’s good. Sitting on their golden asses for 11k years was kinda dumb. On the other hand some new Custodes fluff is kinda dumb. like really? They can retire? And then they BLEND IN THE IMPERIAL SOCIETY? Have you seen a 9 foot tall muscular demigod go and BLEND IN!? Also - they aren’t naked anymore...
If someone can fill in the gaps in all of this purely researched summary I’d be grateful.
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