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catgirl-kaiju · 1 year
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literally got this ask while working a janitorial shift
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cpericardium · 2 months
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How would you rank the members of Cauldron in terms of hypothetical parenting skills?
there is a fic about this very thing if you would like to see
I considered just copy pasting "distant and emotionally neglectful" for all of them but,
Doctor Mother: She raised Fortuna all right didn't she. Didn't she
Alexandria: Places high expectations on the kid and they definitely feel it. Also overengineers many trials by fire to fuel the kid's personal growth, but other people (e.g. faculty, bosses, daycare employees) are not allowed to administer those trials unless given explicit instructions
Eidolon: Somewhat protective and not bad in the beginning, gets increasingly insecure about his parenting skills over time and buries himself in hero work. Child most likely drinks a vial to get attention and becomes his arch nemesis
Contessa: She tries her best -> child eats ice-cream for dinner -> police can't find enough evidence to make the charges stick -> the case goes cold -> she tries her best ->
Number Man: Reads parenting books in secret and attempts to follow them to the letter. Gets flummoxed and disgruntled when the child doesn't behave in exactly the way they're supposed to. Starts reading classified cia manuals on enhanced interrogation techniques instead
Custodian: Enjoy your surveillance state kiddo
Slug: Most likely to raise a child who isn't damaged by their childhood
William Manton: We saw how this turned out
I just realised I didn't even rank them. From best parent to worst
Slug
Custodian
Number Man
William Manton
Eidolon
Doctor Mother
Contessa
Alexandria
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rintheyordle · 7 months
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Yahoo, she's finally done! Hope you enjoy! Here's Kezia on a Custodian's shoulder just hanging out after working on it. :) Custodian bestie. Been having so much fun in SWL, and I love my OC Kezia and she works SO well in the game too soooooo... this had to happen. Now to contemplate if I make a motion graphic to it....
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illustratus · 1 year
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A Knight and Cupid Before a Castle Door by Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale
Cupid, the god of love, is the custodian of the keys to this castle. The knight, who wears a laurel wreath around his helmet indicating victory, must convince Cupid that he is fit to enter. Slung at the side of the knight’s charger are a crown, another laurel wreath, and a sleeping (or dead) dragon.
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uncaaj · 8 months
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Scanlation: PKNE - Might and Power Episode 2, Part 1
Episode 1 - PART 1 | PART 2 Episode 2 - part 1 | PART 2 Episode 3 - PART 1 | PART 2 Episode 4 - PART 1 | PART 2
Writer: Francesco Artibani Artist: Lorenzo Pastrovicchio INDUCKS Code: I TL 3058-1P
DOWNLOAD THE FULL PDF HERE!
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razorblade180 · 9 months
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Me:*scraping walls*
Teacher:*walks by*……Hey.
Me:???
Teacher:In case nobody has said it, you’re doing an amazing job. Thank you. *leaves*
Me:….*sniffles*
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victoriadallonfan · 10 months
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Teacher 🤝 Victoria
Having an invisible forcefield girlfriend with multiple heads and limbs
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ticosanchezz · 1 year
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a collection of warhammer comms ive done so far
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“I rounded the corner at speed, and saw my quarry. He was still running, going faster than his gunmetal-heavy armour would have suggested was possible. He might have been making for one of the pulpits higher up, hoping to find some vantage from which to launch a defence, but my pursuit had been too swift.
I opened up Gnosis' bolter, catching my enemy on the shoulder and sending him crashing to the ground. Above us both, banners swayed heavily, caught by the backwash from the explosion.
I raced after him, watching him twist back to his feet. He was a massive brute, crusted with ridged and tarnished battleplate. His helm-lenses glowed a dull red, like magma, and he carried a two-handed war-hammer. The stench of engine fuel hung over him. He might have even approached my own size, my weight, my strength - such were the perversions the warp had wrought on those who had once served the Throne.
We slammed together, and the impact rippled the stone around us. Our weapons crunched into a brace-lock, showering plasma over both of us. I swung away, hilt-first, and smashed him back a pace. He shoved back, aiming to ram the fizzing hammerhead into my chest.
He nearly connected. I judged his weapon was within a few microseconds of an impact that would have cracked my auramite breastplate. That interval, however, was comfortably sufficient to spin my blade over in my grip, ram the spear tip into the Traitor's gorget and fire at point-blank range.
The bolt-shell exploded instantly, blasting his head apart in a shower of blown metal-shreds. His war-hammer spun out of control, his limbs jerked apart and the momentum of my down-thrust sent his head-less corpse crashing to the ground.
I stood over him for a moment longer, breathing heavily, my spear gripped loosely. Blood, viscous as sump-oil, oozed from the rotten stump of his neck. His metal fingers twitched. The aegis of force around his warhammer flickered out. Slowly, carefully, I relaxed. The kill had been clean, with no damage taken.
I was not satisfied with how far this one had penetrated, though. On another run, I would have hoped to have downed him further out. I felt no particular emotion as I studied the body. I understood that my cousins in the Adeptus Astartes reserved an almost pathological hatred for their Traitor counterparts. I wondered if that made them more or less effective on the field of battle.
To me, the surviving members of the Old Legions were like bands of animals - feral threats to the Throne that required culling. I felt no discernible difference in my response to them than that I had experienced when hunting xenotype tyranids and eldar in these same tunnels - they were all dangerous, all worthy of study, but unworthy of expending emotional energy upon…”
— A Custodes faces a Heretic Astartes in the Blood Games. Excerpt from “Watchers of the Throne: The Emperor’s Legion” by Chris Wraight.
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jitik · 10 months
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i wish, i wish
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I'm going to die in five days. At least, that's what's been told to me.
I want yearn to see my people free.
And so I remain stubborn.
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Day 5
They yelled at me in front of an audience. This is as embarrassed as I'll ever be. At least this is as embarrassed as I'll ever be.
Day 4
I call their name in halls so grand, you could fill a whole orchestra in there.
No one uses their voice. No one responded
Besides the faintest echoes of my own. I walk in.
Day 3
I'm sorry Dad. I tried to find him. I could not find him. I could not find your son. Oh, how I've searched. Instead, you have me. I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry.
Day 2
My body is so fragile, so tough, so resilient. It's changes prepare me for what is to come. I'm sorry.
Day 1
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorryI'm sorry I'm sorry
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorryI'msorry I'msor
Day 0. The final day. I wish I was able to say "I didn't think i'd make it this far". But I know that I would. I can't die. I can't die.
As I told you before, I'm stubborn.
You may stain my hand with your blood. Give me your hand. Give me your ears. Give me your grief. All I ask is that you receive my hands. my ears. my grief. my doom. my love. your doom, your love.
I wish I told you earlier. And I wish I told you even earlier than that.
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Would you have listened? Not at all. Not a chance. I already knew that.
I wish you could support me the way I asked you to. The way I've offered my support to you. I wish you believed my truths. I wish you believed the truth.
I wish you could have loved me the way I asked you.
I wish you loved me. I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
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mzjosef · 6 months
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#repostober days 24, 25, 26, 27
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Forgive me for I was sick all week and very forgetful.
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catgirl-kaiju · 9 months
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my out of order signs at work keep disappearing, so i've started making my own and decided to have a little fun with it.
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meaningfall · 1 year
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C. A. Singh • Custodian
2-28-23
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stairnaheireann · 11 days
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#OTD in 1921 – Sir Arthur Vicars was assassinated in Kilmorna, Co Kerry by the IRA.
Sir Arthur Vicars is executed by the IRA in Co Kerry and around his neck the IRA placed a placard bearing the inscription ‘SPY. INFORMERS BEWARE. IRA NEVER FORGETS’. Vicars, who played a pivotal (and probably negligent) role in the theft of the Irish Crown Jewels in 1907. Born in England, Vicars spent most of his life in Ireland where he was Custodian of the Irish Crown Jewels at the time they…
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giffypudding · 4 months
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Trying to finish the everlasting gobstopper
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annielysvoid · 2 years
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YA’LL DIDN’T TOLD ME THERE’S A TUMBLR COMMUNITY FOR THE DARK PRINCE SERIES
i am fr thinking i was all alone in yt and some other people brave enough to talk about the Dark prince series BUT HERE THEY ARE THRIVING WHY IS NO ONE TOLD ME OMFG HELLO MY PEOPLE
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