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  1. Summary

    The strange and "armor-piercing round" novel-worthy tale of how a nameless dumpster baby became an Imperial Fist, then the captive concubine of a Black Legionnaire, mother of dozens of Chaos Space Marines, and the powerful advisor and Bandleader Dowager to the next Chaos Lord.

    A "fairly accurate" portrayal of the future.

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  2. Summary

    Dairybots make milk AND babies.
    They are cute, warm, and affectionate.

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    Turmoil is alive and not dead.
    Rodimus and Drift are his pets.

    Other Cons have pets too!

    They are very happy together.

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    Alina raises her chin, meeting his gaze. “There’s been a mistake. I’m leaving.”

    “Is that so?”

    “Yes,” she repeats firmly, going slightly pink. “I’m sorry, but I’m not what you’re looking for. I’m n-not—“

    “A whore?” He nods in sympathy, as if she’s told him something mundane about a snapped button or uncooperative weather. “Well, that,” he says, “isn't for you to decide anymore, is it, pet?”

     

    Or: Grisha concubine AU

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    08 Apr 2025

  2. Rec 15

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    In the shadow of the Great Rift, stern Warsmith Kirakos Neman of the Iron Warriors agrees to a trade deal with flamboyant Fleet Captain Roscius Sedulius of the Red Corsairs. Secrets, seduction and stolen data stoke the fires of obsessive attraction and simmering resentment, with peace between their warbands hanging in the balance.

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    05 Jul 2024

    Bookmarker's Notes

    (fans self)

  3. Public Bookmark 4

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    It feels good to have Horus at his back, solid and strong, one arm wrapped around him to place a hand on his egg-swollen belly. Horus is in control now. Everything will be fine.

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    20 May 2024

  4. Public Bookmark 3

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    The Passion of Rogal Dorn is celebrated each year on the great battle barges of the Imperial Fists, commemorating the valiant sacrifice of their holy genefather, giving each brother the occasion to reflect on their Primarch's fortitude and determination while also allowing them a rare opportunity to relieve the constant stress of their noble calling. On the Phalanx, where the next generation of Imperial Fists are trained, the Passion is traditionally performed and attended primarily for the benefit of the neophytes, to impress upon them the steadfastness of Dorn—though of course as many battle-brothers as may attend do so, for none would miss a chance for such communion with their Primarch.

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    20 May 2024

  5. Public Bookmark 6

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    I reached out to Abaddon with my secret senses, looking upon him with the penetrative gaze of second sight.

    He had refused to let me mend his injuries with my biomantic abilities. Another time, I would have contributed this to his reluctance to depend too much on the sorcerous Arts, trusting instead the mundane medicae skills of the Legion’s Apothecaries and his own transhuman physiology to restore him. Now, I wondered if he thought the pain a penance. Whether it was for killing Sigismund, whom he had once called brother, or almost failing to do so, I could not begin to guess.

    I wondered if he felt pain, or only frustration at the forced inactivity. It is not in his nature, and he does not tolerate idleness with grace. None of us do. We are weapons, made to be used. When we are not actively at war, we hone our edge in the training halls. Even in exile, in the decades before we tracked him down, Abaddon had found myriad ways to occupy his time.

    Well. Boredom, at least, was something I could cure him of without resorting to forbidden skills.

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    20 May 2024