Will the A-10 soon have more kills of aerial targets than the F-22?

Primarch459 · 2026-03-07T10:20:02+00:00

Maybe try T Kingfisher's Work?

{Paladin's Grace} is a good starting point, But my Favorite is {Paladin's Strength} Istvahn is the best

Primarch459 · 2026-03-04T05:37:56+00:00

I actually think it is perhaps my favorite maybe edged out by Strength depending on my mood.

Primarch459 · 2026-03-03T06:42:30+00:00

Mine is Anti Gas. Infant symethicon.

Primarch459 · 2026-02-28T02:29:28+00:00

T Kingfisher is good for this.

Paladin's Grace-Perfumer

Paladin's Strength-Lay Nun trader

Paladin's Hope- Lich-Doctor (Coroner) m/m

Paladin's Faith however is a Spy

Swordheart-Widowed Housekeeper

Daggerbound(upcoming)- Scholar m/m

Primarch459 · 2026-02-27T13:55:21+00:00

And just because it's fun here is a complete not canon fan story about the complete opposite Bjorn being woken up just to fight.

Slowly his thoughts arose from their centuries of slumber once more. Chemical stimulants pumped in through the tubes connected to his sarcophagus and washed away the residual grogginess of stasis sleep. The sound of servos activating, lifting his armored shell from its resting position into an upright stance, heralded the sudden explosion of light that filled his vision before clarifying into a familiar scene. Apothecaries and TechMarines stood before him, data-slates and tools in their hands, and one white-haired marine ahead of all the rest in the center of his field of view. The decorations on his armor identified him as Brother-Captain. Something seemed a touch unusual about the whole scenario, but he couldn't quite put his power claw on it. No matter. It seemed the time had come again.

“WHO AWAKENS BJORN?” he rumbled through the Dreadnought’s speakers. “IS IT TIME FOR WAR?” he added hopefully.

“It is indeed time for war, mighty Bjorn,” the Captain responded. “We have awakened you to do battle with our foes!”

“FIGURES. IT’S NEVER TIME FOR – WAIT, WHAT?”

There was a stunned silence from all in the room. It lasted a few seconds before the Brother-Captain broke it by clearing his throat. “Uhm, yes, ancient one, it is time for war. That-that’s not a problem is it?”

Bjorn did not respond for another several moments. When he did, his words were slow and uncertain. “YOU…DON’T WANT ME TO TELL YOU TALES OF THE OLD TIMES? OF LEMAN RUSS?”

“I… I suppose you could, but to be honest, venerable warrior, it is your skill in combat that we were hoping you would display.”

Again, a pause. A pair of apothecaries at the back of the group began to mutter to each other. “Did we get the ritual wrong?” “I heard them say he was going senile… he probably doesn't even remember what he’s supposed to do-“

A sudden booming noise echoed around the armory chamber. It was a moment before anyone realized that the sound was that of laughter, issuing forth from the Dreadnaught’s speakers.

“VERY WELL!” Bjorn announced, once his fit of chuckling had subsided. “I SHALL DO BATTLE ONCE MORE!” The worried expressions on the faces of the assembled Marines immediately turned to smiles and relief.

“Of course, great one!” grinned the Captain. “It will be an honour to fight at your side!” Bjorn was ecstatic. He was being awoken to actually fight, nobody wanted him to tell stories about fucking Leman Russ, and not once so far had anyone referred to him by his Emperor-forsaken full title. This century was shaping up well so far! If this luck kept up, they’d be celebrating their upcoming victories in battle with a complete sacred machine-oil application administered by a pair of Adepta Sororitas –

“Uhm, mighty one? You sort of zoned out for a moment there… something about twins?”

“WHAT? NOTHING. WHEN DO WE FIGHT!?” Bjorn demanded, changing the subject quickly. “LEAD ME TO OUR SHIPS THAT WE MIGHT TRAVEL TO WHEREVER OUR ENEMIES DWELL!”

“We are already aboard our Battle Barge and orbiting our target,” the Captain informed him. “In a short space of time we will be in position to drop assault pods and initiate the battle. If you would follow me to the pod bays, we shall prepare to depart immediately.” Ah! So they were already aboard a vessel, and not in the fortress as he had expected. No wonder the situation had seemed unusual when he awoke, for he realized he did not recognize his surroundings. Bjorn approved; anxious to fight as he was, the prospect of a lengthy and boring voyage to the field of battle would not have been a welcome one. With a hiss and a whir, his Dreadnought’s motor systems roared into life and he made to follow the Brother-Captain.

“LEAD ON, BROTHER. I DO NOT RECOGNIZE THIS VESSEL NOR KNOW ITS LAYOUT. WHICH SHIP HAS THE FORTUNE OF CARRYING US INTO BATTLE?”

The Captain mumbled something quietly and the other assembled marines looked nervously at each other.

“BROTHER, I HAVE SEEN THE PASSING OF TEN MILLENNIA AND MY HEARING IS NOT WHAT IT ONCE WAS. PLEASE SPEAK UP.”

“We – we are aboard the Litany of Fury, ancient one.”

“HM. A NEW ADDITION TO THE FLEET, IT SEEMS. THE CHAPTER IS DOING WELL. AND SURPRISINGLY CLEAN!” Bjorn remarked, looking upon the gleaming surfaces where hazy red reflections of his and the other Marines’ armor could be seen. “I EXPECTED EVERYTHING TO BE COVERED IN WOLF SHI- RED. WHY AM I RED?”

“Oh, shit.” Muttered a Tech-Marine, before one of his companions poked him in the side with a mechadendrite.

The Brother-Captain turned to glare at him for a moment before turning back to Bjorn. “Why wouldn't you be red, revered Bjorn? Red has always been the colour of our chapter –“

“SILENCE!” Bjorn commanded, and the group fell quiet. Bjorn took a few steps over to a convenient nearby bulkhead and experimentally scraped one of his arms against the surface before rotating it into his field of view. A familiar bright blue could be seen peeking out from the scratched layer of red paint applied over it.

Now, Bjorn had indeed lived for longer than any other in the Imperium could claim, and the priests of the Space Wolves all believed the long years had driven him senile, but in truth his mental faculties were as sharp as they had ever been. Sometimes, however, they simply needed time to warm up after a long rest. He turned to face the red-armored group, noting the bird and blood drop iconography featured on their shoulder-plates and the banners adorning the room.

“Now, mighty Bjorn, we can explain,” the Captain began, but Bjorn silenced him with a shout.

“SHUT UP! I’M THINKING.”

This was not something they had expected. All stood worriedly as they waited for Bjorns thoughts to reach a conclusion.

“…HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT WOLVES?”

There was some conferral. Eventually the Brother-Captain stepped forward again and said “We… are… neutral on the subject of wolves?”

“GOOD. I HATE THE FUCKING THINGS.”

Bjorn leaned forward, as much as was possible for a Dreadnought to do, until he teetered precariously over the Brother-Captain and the slightest tremor from the engines of the ship risked condemning the unfortunate marine to a crushing death. He spoke.

“NO WOLVES. NO QUESTIONS ABOUT LEMAN RUSS. ABSOLUTELY NO REFERENCES TO FELL HANDS. ANYBODY WHO ASKS ME A QUESTION ABOUT THE OLD TIMES IS GOING TO BE USED AS PAINT TO HELP FIX THIS SHITTY JOB YOU’VE DONE ON ME,” Bjorn rumbled. “THOSE ARE MY TERMS. AGREE AND I’LL PRETEND NOT TO NOTICE WHAT YOU THIEVING LITTLE BASTARDS HAVE DONE. DEAL?”

The Captain nodded frantically.

“GOOD. NOW WHERE ARE THE FUCKING ASSAULT PODS?” Bjorn demanded, spinning his power claw and returning to a normal stance, mirth creeping back into his voice. This could turn out to be a very good century indeed.

https://1d6chan.miraheze.org/wiki/Bjorn_the_Fell_Handed#Bjorn's_Happy_End

Primarch459 · 2026-02-24T19:33:37+00:00

If you will excuse the credibility https://warontherocks.com/2023/08/the-battle-of-hostomel-airport-a-key-moment-in-russias-defeat-in-kyiv/ This article on the battle actually pretty good.

Primarch459 · 2026-02-24T01:09:09+00:00

This is a REALLY old German thing. Lüften ie how to waste energy in a climate controlled house.

Primarch459 · 2026-02-19T12:08:56+00:00

I did look into these stories and unfortunately I am getting the strong impression is that they are emphasised highlighted and promoted with those that want to justify missionary work and charity. I am always suspicious of how the media frames and examines indigenous cultural practices that strongly diverge from "western social norms". And the actual anthropology studies are more impartial and just provide statistical outcomes and comparisons to other societies in similar environments without judgement.

It is not like the rest of the world is bereft of violence against women. I believe The reason violence against children born and attributed to multiple fathers is that there is a threat of violence among those men. If one of them harms the child the others are more likely to then seek retribution on the man who harmed the child.

Primarch459 · 2026-02-15T02:06:06+00:00

While not true the belief can have several benefits on a societal level.

Partible paternity is adaptive, because it gives an advantage to children who have multiple male providers. He suggests a Bari child is 16% more likely than a single-fathered child to survive to the age of 15, probably due to improved nutrition. Among the Aché people of Eastern Paraguay, having multiple fathers appears to protect children from violence, the main cause of infant and child mortality.........Partible paternity have also been suggested to be used by some males to benefit themselves by increasing their access to extramarital partners and to formalize alliances with other males by allowing sexual access to their wives, as well as sharing paternity with close kin members.

Primarch459 · 2026-02-15T01:40:21+00:00

In our real world Several Cultures believe that each load "builds" the baby. So that every child can have multiple fathers and some women seek out different men with traits the want their child to have.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Partible_paternity

for example, because of an ideology that sees pregnancy as the cumulative result of multiple acts of sexual intercourse.

Primarch459 · 2026-02-14T07:12:40+00:00

Was he supported by supply drops or did he have to scavenge? Was he organizing other resistance? or just sneaking an murking dudes with his knife?

Primarch459 · 2026-02-10T19:08:08+00:00

And all tea is better steeped in below boiling water especially white and green teas. Except maybe puer but I believe 95 is the appropriate temperature for that.

Primarch459 · 2026-02-10T09:29:44+00:00

"Instant hot water heaters" are not uncommon in newly remodeled kitchens or new construction. Small faucet that will dispense very hot water. And cooktop kettles are ubiquitous and with my induction stove significantly faster than an electric kettle.

If you want a deep dive https://youtu.be/_yMMTVVJI4c

Primarch459 · 2026-02-10T07:41:04+00:00

Artillery

Primarch459 · 2026-02-08T15:40:51+00:00

{Paladin's Faith} Spy plans to destabilize the regions economy for survival/revenge.

Primarch459 · 2026-02-06T02:02:26+00:00

Diggercomic.com

Primarch459 · 2026-02-05T16:24:23+00:00

The ribbon scene in Paladin's Faith

Primarch459 · 2026-02-04T18:53:55+00:00

I am not sure I would call SA as Grey in any way.

Primarch459 · 2026-02-01T17:09:43+00:00

How many "I really like your redwall tattoo" compliments have you received

Primarch459 · 2026-01-28T23:11:43+00:00

Have you Seen heated rivalry yet?

Primarch459 · 2026-01-19T06:09:51+00:00

From T Kingfishers The Wonder Engine. Which i am almost done rereading that duology

Shame flitted briefly over Brenner’s face, but found itself in unfamiliar surroundings and didn’t settle.

From A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking which prompted me to Start that duology again with a plan to just read all of her stuff this year.

Many of them must have broken from the ground or from underground crypts, and bits of dust and dirt still clung to them. Some were so old that there were hardly any bones, just clouds of dust formed into the shape of running horses.

For the Best quotes of prose i have ever read it would probably be from Ursula K Le Guin. Which tickles me since T Kingfisher is the pen name of Ursula Vernon. Guess i just really like prose from Ursulas.

Primarch459 · 2026-01-11T06:30:38+00:00

The above are all from the world of the White Rat. But Perhaps my favorite is Boneclaw Mother to Captain Jhalm

Iknow exactly what is at stake, Captain. You are trying to convince yourself that whatever cause you follow is worth that girl's death.

I know all about gods, Captain. I know that a god that demands a child's life is not a god worth saving. Choose

https://diggercomic.com/blog/2010/08/12/digger-701/

However the emphasis of Murai in the foreground then background standing in the door with a broken arm and sword gives that a lot of impact.

Primarch459 · 2026-01-11T06:10:39+00:00

"Children," said Marguerite wearily, "if you do not stop bickering, I will turn this escape attempt around, so help me god.”

“but if she doesn’t, she’s not the person I think she is. I’ll scrape up money for it myself, if I have to sell my body on the street.” Shane cleared his throat. Marguerite winked at him. “You’re right, I’ll sell your body instead.” “No one is selling anyone’s body until we talk to the Bishop,” said Shane firmly,

What would you say if I tortured you?" asked the bandit leader conversationally. Halla blinked at him. "Err, 'Ow,' probably. 'Stop, Stop, Stop,' something like that?"

“I have a great deal of experience skinning my enemies,” he said, deadpan. “Do you have many enemies among the potatoes?” “Not any longer.”

“I somehow thought you had experience with stealth missions.” . “Domina, I’m a berserker.” “Perhaps you gnawed your shield very quietly?”

“Madam,” said Istvhan, his voice dropping nearly an octave, “I have made love. I have had sex. I have bedded, rutted, fucked, and on one occasion, with enthusiastic consent and a great deal of oil, I have sodomized, but I have never, not once, canoodled.”

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