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"Me. No. Absolutely not. I avoid it and all related literature and those of the same genre. I imagine my children have utilised it to the fullest extent they are comfortable with."

" ... my Ars Amatoria is still in the Imperial libraries...? Did Father really just not check the name? "

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"Ah that's what keep appearing in my Astartes grinder amongst other things. Now we know the author."

" ... my Ars Amatoria is still in the Imperial libraries...? Did Father really just not check the name? "

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"All three of you seem more sleep deprived than I am. Go to bed." Says Roboute on his 35th cup of extra strong recaf and beginning to vibrate through reality.

"She'll actually fucking listen to you. Tell her to shoo. I want to be able to Transcend Flesh."

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Not all wax is beeswax! HOWEVER I do find it hilarious that they use so much parchment that there is canonically a VAST amount of resources devoted solely to animal skin

I mean yeah, but pumping bees full of chemicals to get them to create the MOST WAX to meet the IMPERIAL WAX TITHES is funny. Each bee is the size of a baseball and has a stinger like a small dagger. If it stings you (thus killing itself) you are put in jail for wasting a valuable bees.

#Robbee is part of the bee conspiracy

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Khârn

by David Ok

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Much like salmon, primarch blogs will keep on spawning (and many dying after a while).

Why are there so many Battletech blogs showing up all of a sudden

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK HAPPENED.

...is this what the RP scene is like these days? It just forms randomly among people who like the series?

Am I turning into a grognard?

Its WEIRD.

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Roboute and co are very neatly stuffing their faces with popcorn and sharing fine wine with the drukhari at the suffering of the gatekeepers.

Woah, what's this I see?! The Gate Crushers in the new White Dwarf?? Amazing!!

Congrats @cerberusxt! Me and a lot of my buds were thrilled to see the LGBTQ+ marines on spotlight!

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"Don't know. Pass the alcohol please. I have ink on my toga."

"Alright. What'd I miss?"

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reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

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#mun is laughing very hard #this is so fun #i love it

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Accidentally made a kinda hot very depressed Bobby Gstring whoops

For an upcoming comic that’s taking forever (I’m putting way too much effort into this)

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I had to combine wormget's iconic post with marsskop's gorgeous art. I had to. It just worked too well.

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Boute gives Bee a forehead kiss. ((@tertiusdecimusfilius ))

Robbee looks at Boute with sparkling and confused eyes. Was Boute telepathic or was he radiating touch starvation that strongly? "What brought that on brother?" Bee cocks his head slightly.

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Himbo Stupid

You're just an all around kind person who's a little too gullible. You are knowledgeable on weirdly specific trivia but a lot of common knowledge seems to have slipped you. You probably aren't the best at math but by god can you fix a flat tire. Everyone remembers you as a friendly person, you just might need to brush up on your reading comprehension again.

Robbee is displeased with this result and yet cannot argue against it. "I feel this test is inaccurate. Who would even consider eating glue?"

What Brand Of Stupid Are You?

Smart until infected with stupid

You think you're safe don't you? You are probably the responsible one in the group, perhaps even the mom friend. You are relatively smart but all it takes is one little thing to suck all your braincells out. It could be hanging around your fellow stupid friends, it could be being left alone, it could be having a bit too much fun. The stupid lives inside you and it just takes the right environment for it to show.

Stole from: @dreamsofalife

#dash games

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December 2023

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"Platoon Gamma! Shield Barrier Hold! Force Them Into Corridor 32-B! All Helmets On! Open Gas Lines 4B-H-9 through to 5B-CC-1 fully! Restrict to melee for 2 minutes!" The storm of a raging Primarch rattled off instruction after instruction. He made his twin's ship a deathtrap to those that would dare harm him.

How dare they go after the less combat capable one! How dare they invade his ship! How dare they kill his marines and crew! How dare they hurt his little brother!

"FIRE!"

Roboute roared! Drawing Lucifer and igniting the released gas. Superheated flames blasted through the corridors, vents, and halls. "Sector clear!" Only the dematerialising ash of the corralled daemons remained. No rot or plague would corrupt the ship here. The tsunami of cerulean blue continued it's eradicating march through the vessel. And anything stupid enough to try a direct attempt on the Imperial Regent was met with soul rending sword, power fist, or enough ammunition for even an Ork to consider the gunfire a satisfactory amount of dakka.

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"How is he?" Bee asked, voice rumbling like distant thunder, eyes a turbulent grey storm and sclera white as lightning. The adrenaline of the battle still coursing through him.

"Alive." Grunted Donata as she wrestled with the machinery keeping Boute alive.

"Immediate transport to ICU recommended." Cawl clicked as they carefully heaved the downed Primarch onto a stretcher.

Around them, soot amd gore splattered ultramarines brought the slightly different Macragge's Honour back to normal functioning. The remaining serfs and civilians were being rescued and tended to while the noncritical marines were ferried to the much larger fleet for medical attention. Bee's impromptu hull breach had been quickly patched over.

"Ah Lord Guilliman. Good to hear you're still alive." A refined and cultured voice with the depth that betrayed his marine nature "Please do not strain to respond to what I will tell you. I can see you from where I am. Please stay where you are and remain calm. A medical Cawl, Antonious and Donata are heading your way. I am Felcit, the coordinator of the Victrix. Bobby is currently dealing with the infestation along with five platoons of marines. The Victrix will secure your command deck and bridge momentarily."

The words barely left Felcit's mouth and in slid one lobster centaur shaped Cawl carrying Donata and Antonious who hopped off to pull the plasteel doors shut with nothing but his bulging muscles. Donata with expert grace jumped and ran towards the bleeding Primarch to check his status. Cawl skittering right behind her to begin cutting through the failing life support and patch in their own. It was Antonius who administered the bare minimum first aid to anyone else still alive only to immediately return to fortifying the door. The terminator captain made for a titanic figure at 2.53 meters out of armour, and rivalled the smaller Primarchs in armour.

Donata, victrix medic, swore profusely as she worked, removing as much of the toxin and unsalvageable tissue as possible while Cawl flushed the injuries with the twin's blood. It made for a gory picture. But Roboute Guilliman the slightly younger would live.

And outside this relative bubble of safety, the fight raged on. No amount of daemonic reinforcements or traitor astartes could quell this ice cold rage that stalked through the slightly different Macragge's Honour. The avalanche would not halt until all threats had been eliminated.

#romulus and remus || guilliman 'twins' #tired space politician #tertiusdecimusfilius

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"Ah Lord Guilliman. Good to hear you're still alive." A refined and cultured voice with the depth that betrayed his marine nature "Please do not strain to respond to what I will tell you. I can see you from where I am. Please stay where you are and remain calm. A medical Cawl, Antonious and Donata are heading your way. I am Felcit, the coordinator of the Victrix. Bobby is currently dealing with the infestation along with five platoons of marines. The Victrix will secure your command deck and bridge momentarily."

The words barely left Felcit's mouth and in slid one lobster centaur shaped Cawl carrying Donata and Antonious who hopped off to pull the plasteel doors shut with nothing but his bulging muscles. Donata with expert grace jumped and ran towards the bleeding Primarch to check his status. Cawl skittering right behind her to begin cutting through the failing life support and patch in their own. It was Antonius who administered the bare minimum first aid to anyone else still alive only to immediately return to fortifying the door. The terminator captain made for a titanic figure at 2.53 meters out of armour, and rivalled the smaller Primarchs in armour.

Donata, victrix medic, swore profusely as she worked, removing as much of the toxin and unsalvageable tissue as possible while Cawl flushed the injuries with the twin's blood. It made for a gory picture. But Roboute Guilliman the slightly younger would live.

And outside this relative bubble of safety, the fight raged on. No amount of daemonic reinforcements or traitor astartes could quell this ice cold rage that stalked through the slightly different Macragge's Honour. The avalanche would not halt until all threats had been eliminated.

There are scattered bodies of Ultramarines across the bridge deck. Many were severely wounded, their healing factors working overtime to compensate for their injuries. Most had limbs missing or whole chunks of flesh and armor bitten out of them. Some were missing an entire half of their body. The wounds weren't clotting properly. Whatever venom these monstrosities possessed was interfering.

Only one remained now; larger and more dangerous than the rest. It charged Roboute and his handful of marines that were still standing. Its maw was open wide, ready to snap down on its next victim. However that left an opening, as unwise an idea as it was, would be the quickest way to kill it.

Roboute closed the distance, thrusting Incandor up into the roof of its mouth. As the blade pierced the skull and clean into the brain, it bit down hard around his chest and shoulder. Sharp jagged teeth slipped between armor plates and through his body glove, sinking into his flesh. He could feel the chest plate deform from the force, indicators flashed in his vision that life support systems had been damaged. The teeth finally broke through his cobalt blue armor with a sickening crunch. There was a sharp pain as a few of the teeth slipped between his ribs. It might have punctured one of his lungs.

More alerts flashed in his vision as systems started to breakdown. He twisted the sword and the Warp creature went limp, nearly taking him down to the floor with it. Roboute pried the jaws apart just enough to free himself. Incandor feels too heavy to hold anymore. The venom and teeth had weakened his shoulder and arm, the sword falling from his grasp.

His breath wheezed as he felt his lung try and painfully stitch itself back together. Taking in the aftermath of the chaos that had erupted, things didn't look good. Most of the bridge crew were dead or out of commission. A few had minor injuries but were suffering the effects of the venom. If their injuries didn't kill them, the poison would if left untreated. He knelt beside one of his captains, Marcus, and gently cupped the side of his head with his hand. Sensors indicated that he was still alive but he was out cold. His temperature was far too high for a normal human as his body tried to fight off the toxins. Luckily his enhanced body would fair better than a normal human.

Roboute could feel his own body starting to try to fight back now too. The rate seemed to be progressing slower than that of his sons, but it wouldn't be long before he would also collapse, unable to continue on. Moving to a console of the deck he used his good hand to bring up a screen, his other arm hanging limply at his side.

Pain and nausea fell over him in waves. It felt like he was burning up. He managed to get a distress signal out, looping it. His vision was starting to get hazy so he sat on the floor with his back pressed to the console.

He could feel himself falling in and out of consciousness for a brief moment when he was jolted by a noise. He sucked in a wheezing breath at the pain. The noise came again. Someone was hailing them.

Someone had gotten his signal.

#romulus and remus || guilliman 'twins' #tired space politician #tertiusdecimusfilius #Bee is still furious and murdersome; Boute is being fixed and fussed over