Snef Yeah

Snef yeah…

Master list

Tzeentch standing next to Magnus wearing a T-shirt that says "I'm not the step-dad, I'm the dad who STEPPED UP".

Sniff….I love that old ass frog….

Sniff….pookie bear march….

He is nothing if not persistent-

Imagine you are on your way to interrogate a guy you've been killing regularly so he can learn to behave, and suddenly a cute bunny thing showers you with gifts. XD He should arrive to the airlock with his arms full of cake, flowers and wine, just for the face Democles and Cadrick would make! XD

We will also pointedly not comment on any stollen property from other Inquisitors. ;)

POV watch me trying to get a late night snack with my baby around my neck (he has the zoomies)

Little dorkus likes to try and sit on my face sometimes smh

Count down till the big day 😈

:3 excited bc I luv a good cake day!

Errgghhhh Grghh Ggrrggghh

Noise marine whose excess is memories

Noise marine who can’t let go of his past so he endows his music with it

Noise marine whose songs cling so hard to his nostalgia they hold little pieces of him

Noise marine whose music entrances listeners, whose music sends you into a daze of your favorite memory. Until the room is silent and still as people with glassy eyes shed tears as they remember embracing loved ones, parents faces, comrades in their arms one last time, memories listeners thought they had all but lost.

Noise marine who soon stops playing, and leaves his listeners begging for more, to feel that memory just one more time

Noise marine whose music is a drug, where listeners want to hear it again and again and beg for him to keep playing just a bit longer

Noise marine who enters a battlefield and merely plays a mournful ballad, who stops the enemies and even his allies in their tracks. Whose songs are so powerful his brothers dare not ask him into the battlefield lest they get sucked into his siren song of remembering and loose themselves to it

Noise marine whose music when heard by mere mortals leaves you yearning for more and more until you’re so far lost in the past and your memories you begin to forget what’s now, and you begin to slip further and further until you’re no longer able to think or feel because you’ve lost yourself to a time you can’t quite remember anymore and he’ll look over you as he gently shuts your eyes and wish you a good night.

Noise marine whose excess is memories

But he can never look back to his own

I think skit said they’d pass—

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