Didn't Mean To Throw The Rock Your Honor I Swear. Mb.

dear gods the world does NOT need a Cult of the Lamb x 40K crossover. Noooo thank you the lamb is already a menace without the chaos gods

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au

My poor little traumatized meow meow who was groomed and mistreated by two separate shitty father figures

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A Coward's Guide To Being Brave

Bravery

A seven-letter word

And here’s a guide

Of seven parts

To teach us all

How to be brave

One

Fake it till you make it

Keep smiling till it’s real

Keep talking till you find

It’s getting easier

Two,

Give second chances

To those that you know

Compassion can change

And learn when

A second chance

Will only hurt you

Three,

Be honest

If only with yourself

About how you feel and

How you don’t

Discover what your passions are

And relearn yourself again

Four,

Keep both feet on the ground

You’re not meant

To be walked over

Or to keep falling down

Until your knees are bruised

Five

You are a work of art

Treat yourself like

You are holy and

You are in control

Even if you’re hurting and you’re bleeding

Your scars inside and out

Make you a canvas of the human life

Six,

Remind yourself you are worthy

You are cared for

And your experiences cannot

Define you forever

Because it’ll hurt

And forever is a long time

For you to forget

You are worthy

Seven,

Remember you’re not a coward

When it’s hard and you

Can’t remember what it’s like

For the sun to shine and the rain

To give you a break

Even when it’s hard to recall

When you loved yourself

And you just keep faking it

But you feel you

Will never make it

You are not a coward.

Bravery

A seven-letter word

And here’s a guide

Of seven parts

To teach us all

How to be brave.

-A coward

HEAR ME OUT

Guilliman

In the DMV

I have nothing more to say

Warhammer :D

(Iron warriors legion)

I wonder what it’s like to be normal If anyone normal really exists And if they do, what does it feel like? If it hurts less Or if they’re hollow on the inside Fitting in flawlessly with the world around them I’m dying to know If it’s worth it or if it means losing what’s inside me When I see a normal girl living a normal life I wonder if her insides are twisting like mine Or if she really is as glossy as she looks I’m dying to taste normal just for a second To see if it exists To see if it’s worth it Or if I’m better off Unclean

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Lil short story about my OCs!! I don't know what I'm doing <3

Uhhhh Hi! I don't think anyone will actually see this but I think I'll put my stories about my OCs in here. Maybe it'll give me motivation to work on their actual story-

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DEATH

He couldn’t catch his breath. Again. Sitting upright on his bed in the dark, running shaking hands through his hair, Death vainly tried to steady his breathing. He closed his eyes- not that there was a difference. The inky black was there either way, letting his mind replay memories like a high-definition video, complete with sound. Such vivid colours, preserved like a fly in amber in his memories.

He opened his eyes and slid off the bed. Death’s not really sure why he tried to sleep. It never works. Or it does, and this happens. Honestly, he’s not sure which is worse.

It was worse tonight, though. He can’t steady himself. Breath. Focus on your breathing. He takes another deep breath, then another, his hand resting on the bedpost. It didn’t work. He didn’t really expect it to work.

Once he gets some light into the room, Death sits at his desk, looking at the book on it. The thought of sitting alone and trying to distract himself sounds… pretty terrible, right then. And he knew there was no way he could just go back to his work.

Death stands back up, suddenly needing to go somewhere. Do something. Just to take his mind off it. And for once in his life, he’d be the one getting Life up.

About halfway there, he gets the urge to just forget he was going to do this, to turn back around, but he shakes it off. Even if he got all the way there and turned around without actually talking to Life, it was better than just sitting there in his chambers.

At all hours, Life’s realm was so bright. Joyous. There was so much energy that it seemed to hum in the very air. Death was tempted to just stop, take it in like it was his first time there, but he didn’t. That wasn’t his nature, after all.

After Death reached the entrance to Life’s castle, he hesitated at the door. He practically never came by unannounced, and when he did he always had a clear purpose. Not like today. Honestly, even Death didn’t quite know what possessed him. Just… the desire to not be alone.

He realises his hand is hovering above the door like some nervous mortal, and so he brings it down three times. It’s fainter than he would have liked, but Life must have been close to the door, because it opens only a few heartbeats later. “Hey, Death! Is the sky falling in?” Life jokes, hand resting on the doorframe.

Death rolls his eyes. “Shut up,” He told Life. “I don’t never stop by.” Although he couldn’t tell if he was regretting it or not. Life made a lot of things a hell of a lot better, but Death wasn’t sure if he could help with this. It was just some nightmares. He shouldn’t have come.

“Will you walk with me?” Death asks before he can talk himself out of it. Damn it, he feels like a child. Uncertain and hesitant. Life doesn’t comment on it- if he even notices– and instead just steps outside next to Death. “Yeah, of course!” 

Even though Death asked for Life, Life takes the lead. He doesn’t mind- just having someone else there is helpful. Well, part of it is just that it’s Life. Life is always much more tethered than Death, even if he’s better at pretending it.

Life leads Death to a little forest clearing- they’ve come here a lot. It’s quiet for Life’s realm but noisy for Death’s. It’s soothing and vibrant, little flowers blooming around the boulders that litter the ground and leave indents in the grass when they move. Death rests his hand on one of the tree trunks, watching Life walk ahead of him and sit down on one of the boulders. He twists around and gives Death a smile, and damn it Death wants to see that every day for the rest of his existence.

He walks over to Life and sits next to him on the ground. Leaning back, Death can just barely see Life’s amused face watching him. Life doesn’t question it as Death tilts his head forwards again and just lets Death sit there.

He knows he has things to do, that he can’t sit there forever. But right then, in the sunlight, listening to the animals and Life, his back to the warm boulder, he’s as content as he gets. Death’s dreams and memories are pushed back out of his mind as he leans back again and gives Life a smile.