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- Lucien if he read the meta of his own story probably.
from the tgought library, for @primarchpenissucker cause i find it funny and it fits Lucien and it may fit many many more, OC or character or actual person, IDK how to make these fonts to make that more aesthetic so I did the next best thing
"ewww why should anyone get their existence sponsored they either useful or we'll make them"
- some Iron Warrior who wanted to correct the tgought library but I shooed him out with that one wasp hive that's been clinging at the walls and- he got them as a consolation prize.
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anyway here's Kelela after she's been fed throughout a year aboard the Iron Blood. Girl gained 30 kgs or something because Perty wanted her to and he controls everything she sees. Yes I need to work on actually drawing legs and not just doing halfbodies or busts all the time but I digress
Btw gaining 30 kg in a year is (usually) frighteningly easy if you control all parameters and make sure the person doesn't exercise too much. 1 kg around 7000 kcal. 200 x 365 = 73000 kcal = around 20 kgs. She literally only needs to have a 250 kcal snack more than her usual calorie maintenance every day to gain 30 kgs steadily. In the same vein, losing 30 kgs would (usually) be easy too if you make it so that on average you're in a 300 kcal deficit, may that be every day or idk one 600 next two balanced and so on *takes notes cause I gained 10 kgs from eating on average 100 kcal more than I did last year and I notice that on my mobility n clothes nglπΏ *
Perturabo doesn't even need to feed her ultra dense things, he only needs to make sure she gets a little more than she needs. Not even sweets or anything, just more cream in her soup slush or something. It's frightening and so fascinating how much we can change our bodies (usually to the worse healthwise in the long term) doing hardly anything different, and that's only for those who don't have a disordered digestive system, have eds, can only eat certain foods etc.
The Lord of Iron and the Graphite Lady Ch.22 wip I'm sitting on for a month.
Kelela Maebel (protagonist, under Perturabos thumb)
Nikophes 'Mavrocheri' (Iron Warrior bodyguard assigned to her)
Here's to the whole fic (ongoing)
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Kelela dreamt of particles swirling around bigger solids, eventually colliding into something completely new, something better than what was the sum of their individual usefulness. She was inside the relatively cold storing hall of her workplace again, with no one talking to her and dozens of ovens, refineries and forklifts audibly doing their work somewhere far away. Which hardly mattered, as all senses were hazed and though her body moved, it's muscles did not. She was a ghost, all lonely whilst each person simply continued working. And then a metallic giant appeared, stretching their gauntlet out to her, finally adressing her. The voice was distorted, the figure moved as if they were carried to by an invisible hand, and they laid their armored hand around her shoulder.
Her naked shoulder. The dream faded quickly as she finally realized that someone was actually reaching out to her. "Kelela, you must wake." said Nikophes firmly, completely in armor as always. She groaned and yawned, trying to swat his hand away. "You know that it's quite rude to wake someone when you can't even see their face." Nikophes puffed, making no effort to fulfill her implicit request, but at least let go of her shoulder. "You could've when my serf was assigned to wash you. About time you don't reek like terror itself anymore." He pointed towards her desk, where not one but three large pieces of cloth lay, together with a bunch of... magnets? She then realized that yes, under the blanket she laid on, she was stark naked.
"What did you do?" She did not quite shout at him, this level of control she had still. Nikophes did not answer, though he held another small plastyrus note between two fingers for her to grab, a bright yellow sucking her in to have to read it's contents. 'My Lady, I do deeply apologize for the intrusion you must feel for having been bathed without your notice, but I and Lord Mavrocheros assure you that if you hadn't been, that your healing wounds would've certainly start to get infected. Please thank my Lord for having me save you from quite the unsightly ailment if he hadn't intervened. My best regards to your full recovery, Trine, personal serf of Lord Nikophes Mavrocheros'
The note then grew dark, flickering between an ochre and a dark mud color as Kelela looked up again. Parts of Nikophes' armor were dented... "Well... I'm..." The words were hard to force out, even if they were the truth. Someone actually thought of her... "... glad that you noticed." "Stand now. It lays in my good will to wake you this one artificial morning." While she did as she was told, she still held the blanket, her steps careful to not let the makeshift curtain leave her bare. The warrior let out a deep sigh, crossing his arms and cocking his head to the side - as much as the armor would allow, at least. Kelela huffed, not distracting herself from the metaphorical eyeroll. It took a few minutes to bind the cloth into a top and a skirt, respectively. Oh, how she missed having panties at that instant... Finally able to toss her blanket against the blank wall where her bed stood, she still had one left...
"Inefficient use of the fabric. You'll begin to sweat, developing more heat rashes in..." "While I'm grateful of your thoughtfulness and clothing provided, I will decide what will suit my body best." said Kelela incessantly, habitually running her hand through long braids that have long been cut off. "After all... my body is all that belongs to me now." More muffled, her gaze shied away from her guard.
"False." Oh, the reluctance just flew away. He better explain himself. "False? I am the one in control of my body, Nikophes. The closest someone can come to controlling someone's body is what you call psychic abilities or what we call slaver behavior." Nikophes shrugged as much as his armor allowed. "No more discussions. Today I will be deployed elsewhere, and you will not work." Dry footsteps rushed towards him as she looked him deep into his visor. She'd just seen the hint of a pair of eyes look back at her, but the red tinted armaglass darkened and it was gone. He was responding in a normal way that didn't define arrogance in the way Perturabo did. "Look closer at the table." Just then did she notice that in a normal situation she wouldn't like to have Nikophes as a friend. A colleague, yes, but not a friend. Now though he was the closest to an acquaintance she could hope to have in reach, despite the attempt at a clinical voice.
And there it was - a book the shade of midnight and the feeling of short fur. She was sure that unless Perturabo invented other materials to imitate those, which would be more than feasible with him, the material was plastyrus. "Don't think about the material, Kelela." said Nikophes, a gauntleted finger almost touching the fabric. The same mind maddening sound came from his loudhailer then that had shattered Kelelas plastyrus mirror just a few days ago,though much more quietly. Quickly he backed away, grappling on his armor to search for something, though the sheer bulk of it was to his disadvantage here. With a hiss from the neck portion, the noise finally stopped
"Y-yes, my Lord. I will guide the Lady no more." The metallic hall of his voice was gone. Almost instinctively, she looked around to the Astartes adjusting his helm to some sort of magnetic device tethering it to his hip plate. "The book." he said, as calmly as he could, though Kelela could hear a faint strain that wasn't there before that damned noise. "Turn your attention to the book." No, thought Kelela, looking just a bit more up, soaking in the various scars and two burn marks, cuts that left a discoloration, his nearly grey eyes getting impatient with her disobedience. She hadn't thought about what kind of hair he would have, but was slightly surprised that it's mohawk cut seemed to be long enough to braid down his scalp. The holes she saw on other Astartes as well were mounted on the sides of where more hair would've grown, making the fiery red hair that much more outstanding.
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My Tumblr reorganization and making a new, shorter introductory post
Jesus Christ of Nazareth
I've gone from 825 posts down to 460 now. Most reblogs are deleted and future ones will most likely be temporary as well.
I'm making a sort of linktree so within the next few days quite a few organization posts will meet your feed if you follow me.
So far, I've posted around 20 fanfics, of which the majority is Iron Warriors related. I'm surprised myself ngl.
In addition there'll be a blurt section where those aren't fully fledged fanfics but rather scenarios or more elaborate thoughts. I find them too sad to not link to them. I think there are 40 or so, I've made notes so I won't forget them all XD
There'll be an OC section also, but not with every single one but only those I post of more than once or twice.
Lastly, art. Literally just the art tag as a link lololololol.
Also if I manage to do it, I'll tag each last follower on a post that just links to the new introductory post. I'd rather not have yall be super surprised at the overhaul (it's not like I'm stopping Warhammer or anything drastic to what can be expected of me XD)
