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And this is Dorn because I love him. My sweet little brick. I like that Vulkan and Roboute both love him and consider him a close friend. He's stern and unaffectionate, yet he genuinely accepts this whole company as family. And earned Gorgon's respect by landing a solid punch to his face haha (Ferrus liked it I swear)
It's funny that in my headcanons he's one of the most asexual primarchs, but in the end I liked the idea that Sanguinius popped his cherry
Warnings: blood, implied SA (An Emperor's Child doing... what he does)
Description: As Taliesin and Little Cat grow ever closer, the Emperor's Child begins his hunt.
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The plaything had stopped screaming far too soon. It still breathed in His talons, but its eyes had gone dull and blank, its limbs slack. Bloody spittle dripped from its torn lips.
He hissed. In a burst of crude violence, He wrapped His secondary hands around its throat and twisted. The plaything’s head came free in a spray of crimson. He had enough presence of mind to angle the stump, directing the flow over the twitching tapestry of interwoven bodies He’d painstakingly laid out upon the scorched earth.
He twisted the headless corpse this way and that, plump lips pushed forward in a pout of concentration. Finally, with a resigned sigh, He gently set both head and body to the side and placed all four hands on His spiked hips.
“Adequate, merely adequate.”
Even now, He watched the life flicker out of His new playthings like guttering candles. Oh, how He missed his Gallery! He gave a long, sibilant sigh as He imagined what He could have created with access to His sculpting tools, the chemicals He’d procured from none other than the Spider.
Chemicals that would keep a subject’s mind aware even as its body was deconstructed and reconstructed around it.
He absently carved Slaanesh’s sigil into the thigh of what had once been a woman as He thought aloud. “How many internal organs will Bile ask in trade this time, I wonder?”
No matter.
He had to escape this primitive mud ball first.
“No, not first.” He glanced down at the pulsing ring on one of his elongated fingers. “First, I reclaim you, Pet. My precious Pet.”
You’d moved farther away during His indulgence, He could tell. The thought was mildly irritating. But He shrugged.
“There is pleasure in the hunt, I suppose. In the anticipation.”
A shiver ran along his spine at the memory of the first time He’d hunted you.
Your village had burned in a riotous orgy behind Him as He slithered through the trees. Screams and hysterical laughter filled the air with a symphony of anguish, a siren song calling Him back to join His brothers in worshipful excess. He flicked his forked tongue and tasted the ambrosia of blood and sweat and sex upon the air.
As He had a hundred thousand times since surrendering to She Who Thirsts. Easy prey held no more interest for Him.
He wanted the ones who ran, who fought, who resisted. Like the little female scrabbling among the underbrush just ahead. Again, his tongue flicked. His eyes rolled in ecstasy at the sweet, sweet flavor of desperation.
“Run, Pet.” He crooned. “Make me work for it.”
It wasn’t a long hunt. But longer than He’d expected. Your little mortal mind was clever, your body young and strong. When He finally snatched you from the lower limbs of the tree you’d been trying to climb, his blood sang.
Still, you’d fought, digging your blunt little nails into his alabaster skin until his desire ran white hot. He still heard your screams. So full of rage and grief!
He’d enjoyed you for the first time right there, as the smoke from your village rose high into the sky behind him.
The hardening of His body drew him from the rapturous memories. Idly stroking Himself, He circled the bloody carpet, looking for a subject who had not quite- ah, there!
That small one, trying to crawl away on twisted limbs. Its gasping sobs sent a hot thrill through His body.
“Rejoice, plaything. I have time for one more masterpiece.”
***
Taliesin stood exactly five feet from you, lightly grasping the hilt of his chainsword, eyes fixed on his combat knife in your hands.
“Be careful, Little Cat.”
You didn’t respond, only letting out a little huff as you continued using the knife to dig a shallow pit in the stony soil. Your lips pursed, your brows furrowed in concentration. When his knife clanged on a stone, twisting in your tiny hands, he stepped forward.
“Be careful-”
“I know!”
The outburst made him wince and retreat to the agreed-upon distance once more. You’d snipped at him for “looming”. He was trying his best not to “loom”.
Internally, your show of spirit pleased him.
You grow more fiery each day.
Your tongue poked out from between your lips as you worked. He fought the urge to smile at the oddly adorable sight. He did not wish you to think he was mocking your efforts.
“Little Cat-”
“If you tell me to be careful one more time, I swear…!”
He couldn’t stifle a chuckle. “I would not dare. I merely wish to ask how this trap is meant to function.”
They’d eaten the last of the rations he’d scavenged from the wreckage that morning. Rather, you’d eaten them. Taliesin could go longer without sustenance. Especially since he’d fed upon the cannibals days ago-
He frowned at the surge of Thirst that welled within him at the thought, turning away in case you saw any evidence of his curse in his expression. His eyes flicked over the rudimentary trail they’d been following since leaving the river. It wasn’t much more than a dirt track, worn down more by the passage of animals than anything sentient.
Flaring his nostrils, he could make out the scent of human sweat. But it was faint. Weeks old, if he had to guess.
The Lamenter scanned the boulders dotting the landscape. They’d long since left the forest behind, moving ever closer to the mountains. Grass the height of a mortal’s knees swayed in the breeze, quivering with the occasional passing of small, furry quadrupeds.
Quadrupeds you seemed determined to make a meal of.
“... seems to be a spot they pass often.” You were explaining. “I’ll cover the pit with dead grass, and when they come for the berries,” you pointed at a clump of reddish fruit that looked like raw flesh… but tasted far worse, “they’ll fall through.”
You glanced up at him, pride evident on your sweat-streaked face, and snorted.
He arched an eyebrow. “What is so amusing?”
You looked away, but not quickly enough to hide your smile. “Your expression. You're remembering taking a bite of these berries, aren’t you?”
He fought the urge to spit. “I have tasted ork meat more palatable.”
“Oh, Throne! Why?!”
He shrugged. “My squad was ambushed. My hands were occupied with a pair of particularly aggressive grots. Biting seemed the only logical option.”
“I.. suppose.” Your nose remained wrinkled as you returned to covering the pit. “I wasn’t really going to eat them, you know.”
“You had them halfway to your mouth.”
“I was just smelling them!”
“And I was ensuring they were safe for mortal consumption. They were not.” He grimaced as his tongue found a remnant of the berries wedged between his teeth. “Vile flora. I do not understand what the local fauna sees in them.”
You giggled.
His hearts leapt.
I greatly enjoy that sound.
Taliesin forced himself to take another step back. “Distance, Lamenter.” He muttered. “Distance.”
“What did you say?”
For a terrible moment, his mind went blank. “I was… calculating the distance we have left before the pass.”
“Mmm.”
He was grateful you asked no more questions. At the same time, he wished you would ask more. He did not always know how to respond to your words. But he wanted you to speak to him.
It had been so long since someone spoke to him like you did.
For a good reason, Lamenter. You are tempting fate.
Little Cat is growing strong again, I am assisting.
Truly, Lamenter? Just “assisting”?
He did not like the mocking tone of his own thoughts. He did not like what they insinuated.
You stood, brushing dirt and grass from your poncho. “There. It’s… been a while since I made a trap. I hope it works.”
Taliesin allowed himself to come closer, inspecting the crude construct. “Where did you learn to craft such a thing?”
You hesitated. He retreated.
“You need not-”
“Home. I learned… back home.”
***
The wind whistled around the boulders and through the grass. If you closed your eyes, you could almost pretend it was the sound of the sea.
“Home.” You whispered again.
“You miss it.”
Part of you, the brave part only recently awakened, wanted to snap at the Giant in Yellow Armor. Of course you missed your home! But, when you spoke, your words were soft.
“Don’t you?”
You didn’t expect an answer. He often spoke of his time amongst the Emperor’s Angels, the story of the orks was only the most recent. But never of before.
Surely there is a “before”, isn’t there? Unless….
“Were you born an Angel?”
Mere days before, your boldness would have horrified you. No longer.
A look of surprise, then consternation, filtered over Taliesin’s scarred face. Again, you did not truly expect an answer. This world’s sun had already set behind the mountains, painting the rolling hills around you in shadow. You walked back toward the nearest boulder and settled down.
“If these animals are like the ones on my world, they will be active at dusk. We should get something if we wait a few hours.” You shrugged. “Or not. Either way, I can make the fire tonight-”
“No.”
You frowned, crossing your arms. “I know how to make a fire!”
“I was answering your question.” Talisin strode slowly toward you, eyes shining even under the mountains’ shadow. “We are not born… angels… as you call us.”
“...oh.”
He stepped to your side. You wondered when the feeling of the ground shaking beneath his massive boots had stopped frightening you.
“I was young when I was chosen.” His voice was quieter now, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “I do not remember how young. There was a battle, I think. Towers of metal falling. Screams.”
The wind picked that moment to rise, its whispering whistle growing to a shriek. It ruffled his hair, and you swore you saw the muscles in his jaw tense.
“There was a woman. Older. Trapped beneath rubble. The others ran, but I tried to… for an eternity, I tried….” He closed his eyes.
You reached up and curled your hand around two of his armored fingers.
His eyes snapped open.
You looked at your hand in his. So small. He could crush you without effort.
But he won’t.
“I’m sorry.”
He remained still as a statue, staring down at you. “I… have not thought of it in decades. I do not know why… now….”
You tightened your grip. Once before, that night by the river, you had touched him like this. Trying to offer comfort.
It feels… right.
“I think,” you whispered, “that woman would be proud if she could see you now.”
The rush of his breath reminded you of a bellows. Slowly, gently, he pulled his hand from yours.
“I wonder, Little Cat.”
A sense of loss filled you as you let your arm drop back to your side. The cold of the boulder seeped through to your back as you leaned against it. You wrapped your arms around your knees.
“My mother died the day… He… came.”
A long pause.
Then, “What was she like?”
You told him. You told him how she’d raised you and your brothers alone after your father’s fishing boat went down in a storm. How she’d taught you to fish, to trap, to forage. How she’d laughed even as she scolded you for climbing too high or running too fast.
“She wanted me to be strong. So I would survive life’s storms, she said.”
Your voice broke on the words, and you buried your face in your knees. Grief pulsed within you like the tide.
“You did.”
You felt him shift closer, and didn’t flinch away.
“You survived.”
Your lips twisted. You gritted your teeth against the tidal wave of shame and self-loathing.
“I shouldn’t have. Better I’d died.”
“No, Little Cat.”
Digging deep, you found the courage to look up at him.
Those eyes….
Something deep in your stomach fluttered as their golden gaze washed over you.
“All you suffered, all you endured, and still you did as your mother wished. You survived.” He smiled, an expression almost too gentle for his leathery, scarred face. “She would be proud.”
I want to believe it.
“I will keep surviving.” You whispered. “I will.”
His smile widened. “You will.”
Hesitantly, you reached your hand up once more, pausing just before your fingers met his gauntlet. He stared at you for a long moment, smile fading. Then, his hand closed over yours.
Breathing became difficult. “Taliesin-”
THUD. SCREETCH!
“The trap!” You leapt to your feet, nearly braining yourself on his armor. “I told you it would work!”
As you rushed toward what you hoped was your dinner, you almost missed the rumbling sigh from your Giant in Yellow Armor.
A sigh that sounded almost… wistful.
***
He lapped His long fingers with His forked tongue, savoring the flavor of blood and… other fluids. His body thrummed with a sated, hissing purr. It would vanish soon enough, overwhelmed by the eternal craving of those sworn to She Who Thirsts.
But, for now, He enjoyed the sensation.
Until something shifted.
He came to a halt, spine arching, coils twitching. All of a sudden his smooth skin itched. There was a gnawing in his gut, a prickling throughout every enhanced nerve ending. He bared his engraved fangs and snarled into the night.
“What is this?! WHAT IS THIS?!”
His eyes fell upon the ring. Your ring.
It had ceased pulsing.
“NO.”
You still lived, but better you had died. That delicious anguish. That divine shame. Even the lesser loveliness of your physical agony!
It was FADING.
“NO. NO. NO!”
Someone was RUINING you!
With a howl that withered foliage and wreaked massacre among the night creatures, he lurched forward, four hands clawing at the ground, coils expanding and contracting as he forced his crafted body faster.
Faster.
FASTER.
He had indulged too long, been too lax. No longer.
“I will find you, Pet. I will preserve my art.” He allowed his jaw to elongate, his fangs to lengthen and drip their venom. “And, by Slaanesh, I will punish the one who defiles it!”
I am SAT! I am READY!!! I am also suffering from tumultuous emotions thanks to my uterus being a Bitch™, so I sure hope my darling Taliesin and Little Cat get to be happy in this one!!
Aaaaaand we're off to a good start with that pathetic excuse of a sentient being continuing to exist!!!
RIP to that poor souls who died in his hands... THERE WILL BE A RECKONING!!!
Also, how did I miss the deliberate use of the capital H for 'He'!!!! My brain is going brrrrrrr with all the implications there!
“How many internal organs will Bile ask in trade this time, I wonder?”
Bile as in Fabius Bile? The Bile that is the Fabius?! Oooooh!!!!! He is one of my favorite Emperor's Children...Child... you know what I mean!
“First, I reclaim you, Pet. My precious Pet.”
I WISH A BITCH WOULD!!!! TRY ME, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF.... *gets dragged away by Cato Sicarius*
Internally, your show of spirit pleased him.
Ooooh, there's more than SPIRIT THAT I CAN SHOW HIM!!!! TALIESIN!!!!!!! BABY!!!!!!!
He shrugged. “My squad was ambushed. My hands were occupied with a pair of particularly aggressive grots. Biting seemed the only logical option.”
YOU STOP MAKING ME FALL EVEN DEEPER FOR YOU, MISTER!!!!!!
You reached up and curled your hand around two of his armored fingers.
Holy Size Difference, Batman!!
Okay.... But what if that older woman was Taliesin's mother? And what if that Slaaneshi POS was the one responsible for her death? OOoooooooh!!!!!!!
“My mother died the day… He… came.”
RIGHT IN THE KOKORO!!!
“I will find you, Pet. I will preserve my art.” He allowed his jaw to elongate, his fangs to lengthen and drip their venom. “And, by Slaanesh, I will punish the one who defiles it!”
The way my body just did an involuntary shudder at that mental image!!
Gods, another brilliant chapter, Becky, you absolute genius you!!
Listening to the audiobook of "The First Heretic".
The way I grinned at how Xaphen was shit-talking Kor Phaeron!!! I am loving that man already!! Because I too, can't stand that sentient oil slick of a man!
And I hope someone caught Big E censuring Lorgar on video because I'm sure playing it back to Big E would show him how ridiculous he looks, claiming not to be a God while doing all "Godly" things!! Like sir!! You're literally exuding holy aura!!! And this is the scariest day of my life!!
Also, poor Malcador... The Imperium cannot pay him enough to be putting up with the shit that his bestie Big E and his sons throw his way!!! Dude took that hit like a champ!!
Also, this just makes me so happy that I got Guilliman's character mostly right in my story where I'd had him feel bad about Monarchia! Poor bebe was just following orders!
And I KNOW Lorgar is seething in the present day (M41) because what do you mean they stole his flow, bar for bar... word for fucking word?!!!
Please GW!! Please bring back this cringe fail (affectionate) man! I would give you my firstborn to see/read about the next meeting of Lorgar and Guilliman! (Oh wait... I forgot he can't leave his tower without getting shat on/dive-bombed by Corvus! Dagnammit!!
All in all, I think this might be my most favorite book till date (I still need to read Betrayer and the Siege of Terra books so that might change)
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Small Suggestively Spicy (but not Severely Smutty) Sinday Ask List.
Although there are some excellent - and entertainingly explicit - Sinday-themed ask lists available, I was asked by a couple of people to try creating one that was suitably unchaste, but without being too overtly graphic. I'm not sure if this is what those people had in mind, but I did my best.
How was your OC’s first sexual experience? Was it planned or spontaneous? Positive or negative? If they haven’t yet had any sexual experiences then how are they hoping their first experience will play out?
What is your OC’s usual choice of underwear? Would they opt for something racier if they were expecting to be undressing in front of a lover or a romantic conquest?
Do they have any area of their body that is particularly sensitive? If so then do they particularly like attention being paid to this area? Or does it rapidly become overstimulating?
What is their greatest anxiety or insecurity when it comes to sexual activity or romantic intimacy? Is this the result of a negative previous experience - or is it just a secret fear?
Has your OC ever had an experience – or been exposed to an idea – that awoke something in them sexually - or led to them developing an unexpected kink or preference?
How would your OC respond to being offered a large payment from an admirer in exchange for performing a striptease, posing nude or something yet more daring?
Does your OC have a secret crush? Do they ever fantasise about them? If they have an existing partner who is not said crush, then do they know about it?
Would they ever pay for sex - or do they need to know that the other person is only participating of their own volition? Conversely, would they ever have sex with someone to whom they were not attracted, either for money or just out of the goodness of their… heart.
What do they consider their best physical feature? Would their partner(s) or admirers agree?
Do they enjoy reading erotica or viewing pornographic material? Did (or would) they stop doing this once in a relationship? Or would it be something they would hope to enjoy with a partner?
How does your OC feel about roleplay – especially if requested by a sexual partner? Would they get into role with great enthusiasm, whilst utilising a range of props, accessories and possibly wigs? Or would they find the very idea excruciatingly embarrassing? Or would they try it and only then find they couldn’t avoid getting the giggles?
Is there a sexual act they avoid, or to which they will not consent? Is this due to a moral concern? Concern over discomfort or hygiene? Or a negative previous experience?
What physical qualities or parts of the body do they find most alluring in other people? Are there any that they find a bit less appealing?
Is your OC usually the one to make the first move? Or do they wait for the other person to initiate proceedings? Have they become more confident with this over time?
Are they usually in the mood for a sexual encounter at any given moment? Or do they need a particular set of circumstances or a gradual build-up before feeling suitably motivated?
Is your OC an exhibitionist? Do they favour skimpy beachwear or form-fitting outfits? Or are they modest or even shy about the way they present themselves?
Does your OC find certain smells enticing or seductive – perhaps a particular perfume or cologne; or possibly something less obvious such as engine grease or fuel – or even something more…raw, like fresh sweat?
What might your OC buy a lover or romantic partner, if they were looking for something saucy or suggestive? Scented massage oils? A set of racy underwear? A full set of leather implements and restraints? Or something else entirely?
What terms does (or would) your OC use for parts of the body? Do they tend to use strictly biologically accurate terms? Coy or cute euphemisms? Or do they find crude, or even vulgar, terms quite erotic when used with a lover?
Does your OC enjoy foreplay and like to extend it for some time? Or would they sooner get straight down to business as soon as possible? If their partner is differently wired in this regard then how do they compromise?
Luther: in his jealousy, he think je needs to do everything that Lion do that would appeal to your eyes, but better. He want you to see him, see him like the man that is literally doing the impossible. His heart has been already broke with the loss of his first wife, please see the cracks and fix them, sweet angel.
Julius Kaesoron: he'll dedicate the most romantic songs he can find to you. He ll leave gifts, he'll do a proper way of courting because you deserve the best. He'll try to not be over bearing but will leave poetry for you ,ones that he knew you would love to read and that you know are meant for you. He'll have that look in his eyes, the one that tell you "can you see it? My feelings?"
Kyodomor Forrix: for some would be like if he's collecting the scraps, for others it would be like oretending he's better than their father. Either way an open courting will be seen as an offense to Perturabo's name and that would mean a bad ending to something he has set his mind on. He could directly ask his father permission, but the fear he may refuse linger like a blade. And he want your love, more than anything, not forced but real and tangible. Soft words, reassurances, everything rhat may look simple for others but are a great deal in the legion. Small sign of his affection ,like a trail that lead to his heart.
Qin Xa: like his brothers, he'll go to the tarhet without fear. Jaghatai has refused your love ,that means he has little to fear so he can openly court you. He will literally take you from the ground whole walking and take you on a horse ride, holding you close to his chest to keep you safe. He'll follow the traditions of his people, he'll to everythingnin the boom to win you over.
Gunnar Gunnhilt: he will openly and blatlanty said it. He won't hold back and proclaim in front of everyone, in front of you, that you'll be his and no one else, that the one that had refused you is an idiot and couldn't grasp the loss he had. He will "kidnap" you in front of everyone and laugh about if, gift you the sword he had made for you and hold it with you, cherish your heart beat against his chest. He's showing off and He's okay with it.
Sigismund: a true knight. He' s close, his hands holding yours without gear or shame, because what shame can be given if you are making him feel like a man again? He'll take something of yours to keep close to his heart and kiss it while he fight for your love, he'll holdnit during fights to remind himself there's someone he had ti come back to. He knee to no one but you, his light and hope for the future.
Jago Sevatar: he's like a shark, swimming close to you enpugh to being seen but never to be catched in the action. He's a predator, you are the prey and everyone have to understand that. If one of his brothers dare to lay a finger on you he doesn't esitate to cut off the arm that dared to do so. He'll shield you against them all, scream that whoever dare to touch you is already dead. He'll share with you his thoughts,his feelings, the most delicate oart of his soul.
Raldoron: as much as he wish to have you and end the suffering, he to wait. He know that nothing good can came with rushing, especially when your feelings are on the line. He'll wait, observing while the wound slowly heal, and he'll help you to recover. He'll be there, a nice word in time of needs, a suggestion, a shoulder during hard times. He 'll make you see, makebyou understand that your feelings are not lost, but treasured.
Gabriel Santar: he have a few memories about courting tradition in his clan and none of them ate fitting for you. He knows how to put a planet into compliance but courting? Not one bit. He'll ask outside, to his friend Julius, and a few of his ideas seems fine? Honestly, he look almost adorable with that pout on his face, he look like a boy that is gifting flowers to the little girl he like! What he can do is showing that no one bit of you is replacable, that you are in fact perfect.
Kharn: he's there. While everyone laugh at you and mock you, his fists are ready to strike the punishment they deserve. When around you the fog of the viplence get thicker, he's there ri guiding you out. He'll voice it, making sure everyone knows exactely why he's doing this and while suddenly he's attached to you. While duty may want him close to his primarch, his heart is dragged to you and who he is to fight it? He'll actively fight to gain your attention, to make a statement.
Severus Agemann: he'll follow the custom of Macrage, that means that you had not so much to say about it. Sure, being the bride of a Primarch was far more convenient, but yoir father ans grandfather are unaware of whatbyou felt before. Now they have Severus, the firat captain, ready to get you as his own, and that's perfect. He's...stiff...you 'll be his wofe even before realizing what his heart truly want to tell you, but as soon as you catch up it's easy to understand and catch rhe signals. Him trying to stay as long as he can at your side, gifting you thinv that are precious to him, trying his best to be romantical...is there ,you just need to see it.
Calas Typhon: he'll take advantage of the pain to insinuate the thought in your head. Was that really love? Or it was mere adulation? You know so little about this universe and hia lord, bur Typhon is there, little one! Wanting your love, your heart, your soul! He doesn't need courting ,he just need to push the right button and you'll be his, it's a matter of time. Maybe...maybe even some psychic push would help...
Ahzek Ahriman: you can feel him, close so close to you. You feel his whispers in your head, his heart burning in your chest, the weight of his emotion that is like a burden. And everytime you look around he's there, watching, waiting, with that look between hurt and hopefull. He's afraid of regection, that you may laugh at him, of his feelings, that qords and actions may never reach you before someone else could. That's why he's using his powers, because everything can be a lie but not his mind, not when it's open like a flower in front of you.
Ezekyle Abaddon: he's a warrior, he wouldn't know how to court even if he wanted. What he know is to take what he wants by force and he will do it with the one he love if necessary. He would go straight to Horus and proclaim his disgust, how pathetic is to keep on stirring something that is not meant to be from the beginning. He doesn't care how many lines he's stepping on, he will free you from that illusion you have for Horus and have you for himself. He'll even force a kiss on you while caged between a wall and his arms.
Kor Phaeron: courting? He doesn't need courting, he just need to see how foolish you were to even look at Lorgar like a possible lover! He's a manipulative bastard, he know what word to say, what kind tone he had to use, how to use it...He's a master of that! Making you see through his eyes, making you fall to his feet as he could to yours. That foolish little boy didn't even knew what to do with you, he have so many plans instead! Kor Phaeron want you and he'll have you. Even if he had to mark you as a traitor and have you in a cell for himself.
Artellus Numeon: poor Artellus, he just wanted for you to heal from his father regection! Give you time to regain some stability, to wait untill even the smile of the primarch didn't hurted you so much. Not for his father to try to SET YOU UP TOGETHER! Vulkan's words praised his captain, telling how magnificent he was, how devoted and how kind he was, telling you how lucky anyone would be to be their beloved. Sometime he even make sure the two of you are alone, sonyou can bond properly. Genuinely, Vulkan is doing the best he could, and Artellus is...slightly happy about it.
Kayvaan Shrike: you can feel his hands caressing your hips and arms. The feeling of someone close, his smell imoregnating your clothes... sometimes, when he feel bold enough, he'll get so close you can feel his lips, his cologne ,the pressure against your lips...he's there,un afraid of his actions, un touched but happy. He doesn't want you to believe to be his possession, but he would gladly be one for you .
Ingo Pech: tonyou, is alpharius, or omegon as much as yoh know. Courting would be just strange, but Aximand? He may dream of it. The idea of you calling him by his real name, without questioning if what had happened was rsla or not. The rejection of his fathers, him pretending to be them...he's not happy about how thing had turned out ,but he knew that one day you'll find out and it's just a matter of time. For now, let him enjoy the lie.
CAN I PLEASE PUNCH KOR PHAERON IN THIS ONE? PLEASE? PRETTY PLEASE?!! I PROMISE TO DAMAGE SOME OF HIS INTERNAL ORGANS!
And the way that over-ripe banana is talking about Lorgar..... Oooooooooh, I need to be calm!!
Also, can I just say, I don't mind getting to snuggle into Khârn's arms after crying my heart out to him about how I feel bad for him having to settle for someone who didn't love him first? And he'd try so hard to make sure I know he doesn't care about my past and that the future where he gets to show me his love is what matters! And he does this so awkwardly because he isn't good with his words!!
You could do prompts #2 and #41 from the Yandere prompt list with Vulkan
where his beloved would manage to escape and hide with Ferrus Manus, thinking that he would view Vulkan’s unhealthy obsession as a waste of time and a weakness that Vulkan should clearly put behind him—unaware that Ferrus and Vulkan are very close brothers, which would ultimately lead Ferrus to return her to Vulkan once he comes to the conclusion that she is worthy of his brother, having only succeeded in fueling the obsession of the Primarch of the Salamanders
2 .“God, you have no idea how amazing you are, do you?”
41. “Why’re you crying? Aren’t you happy to be with me?”
tw: Yandere, Injuries, Imprisonment
Tiredness took you like a force of nature. You didn't had the strenght to rise from the chair, you just were so tired that you couldnt' care. You were also relieve so so relieve, so much that you didn0t even care if you ended up in such a state in front of another Primarch.
Ferrus had noticed your eyes getting heavy and heavy, so much that you didn't fight or noticed his hands taking away the bowl of soup he had offered you. After had fixed the fire and fixed a blanket around your shoulder, the Gorgon sighed heavily and headed to his personal quarters.
But not before closing the door behind him with the proper lock.
"PLEASE! He's out of his mind! He and his sons! His smile is a facade!"
He repeted your words in his head and each time they leaved him more confused than before. He remembered quite well the day he presented you to his brother, a woman from Medusa that had catched the eyes of the lord of the Salamanders.
He begged him to let you met him, to allow him to marry you, to convince you to accept his hand in marriage. Ferrus couldn't conpletely grasp the sudden attention towards you, yet he obliged, allowing him to met you, he talked to your father, he even reminded everyone of the great deal of the marriage. You were reluctant, he did not blamed you, but of course no one would be a better husband than his brother Vulkan.
And he had never saw Vulkan so happy in his life. Everytime the two met he couldn't stop him of brag about how happy hebwas to have you as his bride, how he wanted to make you happy, how his sons were so happy to have such a perfect mother for them. He also remember to ask if there has been problem, if she was adjusting, and he noticed the shadow casting against the brilliant smile of the Drake.
"She's still confused, of course. Away from her family and home... things will get in place in time, i swear."
And now...this.
A fugutive bride banging at his door, a broken hand, a look of pure terror and the hope he could undone the marriage. If he had only knew that things were going that bad...
He entered his room, he knww what it has to be done.
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Your eyes blinked, weak from the slumber and the tiredness. For a split second you wondered if everything has been a dream: escaping from Vulkan home, stealing a small ship, reaching Medusa with the few knowledge you own...
"Ouch!"
Stinging pain, acute like a needle, slowly reaching your elbow by every nerv terminal in your arms. You looked down, your wrist bandaged in the best way you could do, a deep blue and purplish sign slowly emerging from the swelling. You couldn't move your hand, your fingers stuck in a hooking position. It was broken, you needed a medicae, ans it reminded you that it wasn't a dream.
You couls still remembered the face of pure terror when one of Vulkan's son tried to grab you and only that sickening crack reached you before the pain could. You didn't realized it was broken untill you knew you were far away from his clutches.
And even in pain, you couldn't stop smiling. You did it, you reached Medusa, you reached your home.
You had told everything to your lord Ferrus, to the hero that had always filled your head when you where small. He would had fixed everything, he knew what to do, of course he would help you!
The lock clicked, the door slightly lamented in the dark and your hero happeared through the door with his usual look: cold, unmoved.
"You're awake.. good." He looked at your still tired expression, observing how you back striaghten up. "I wish to talk about....what you told me. Please, follow me..."
You did not argued, you did not mentioned your wrist, your still sleeping bones or how mess you were in that moment. You trusted him, you trusted the lord that had protected your people for generations without a single thought, and so you moved close to him, following him in the corridors of his forge. You trusted the man that had believed in the better judgement of his brother, that may had missed the darkness and saw the light.
You had never saw the inside of the Gorgon's forge, it was a misterious place surrounded by stories and legend, the home of the ancient master of metal. It was an house nonetherless, old and full of memories, of treasures, and in certain ways it seemed like the corridors could go for miles in the mountains till meet the other side of the planet.
You didn't know where you were going, it wasn't even the same road you had made when you entered, but you still followed.
"Your words, yout thoughts about my brother." His voice sounded like a thunder above you, stronger than his footsteps. "Have you considered their meaning?"
"Meaning?"
"The weight they carry..."
"...I did my lord...I know that they may be troublesome...but they are true! I swear!"
"So you say my brother is...can you repeat them?"
"A sick one." You said without esitation." A psychotic that hide behind a smile. He locked me in his house! Isolated me from my family! He even forged a letter from me pretending that nothing wrong was going on!"
"These are...grave accusation."
"It is what it is, the true!"
He hummed, considering your words, taking them like they were. Was he thinking about what to do next? Keeping you hidden? Making sure your family find you?
...Confronting Vulkan?
The idea made you shiver, you had never thought about the idea of one primarch stepping up and helping you out, yet it seemed almost natural running to the one that you truly saw as a trusted one.
It was during those thought that you realized that you had reached your destination, a giant door decorated by different scenes from Medusean clans stories, carving of monsters and beasts that has been fought on the planet in the legends, You could smell the fuel, the metal pof the weapon and the gunpowder, the motor oil of the vehicles and you could hear engines running.
A launching base? You had never thought Ferrus had builded one there, you had never saw ships or planes departing from there. SA private one?
"I do believe you, little one."
He opened the door. Many eyes against you, armors, black and green mixed together, cold grey eyes throwing daggers against you while firey ones looked full of pain. Especially the oens of the man that you were tryign to run away from.
"But I do believe my brother too."
If now thge eart could open its maw and engulf you, you would accept it like a gift. You wnated to breath but you coudln't, not properly, capable only to gain oxygen but not one exhale came from you.
You started to panic, everywhere those same eyes looked at you but the only one that really made you wanting to scream in agony where the one of Vulka, your captor, your husband.
He looked in pain, a fisical one, his hands clutched against his chest, his face covered in old dried tears and new ones emerging while observing your poor form, the dusty clothes, your tired and full of fear eyes, your trembling lips.
He opened his arms, passing through his sons that immediately started to talk to you, to make questions.
"Why did you leave mother?!"
"What happened?!"
"Are you injured?!"
STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP TALKING, STOP MOVING, STAY THERE, PLEASE STAY AWAY, DO NOT COME CLOSER DO NOT-
"My love?"
You looked back at him, at that damn monster wearing the mask of the perfect husband.
"Little flame...my diamond...I feared the worst!"
"n...N....No....Not... n-"
Two hands, cold as iron, stopped your trembling shoulders. The weight of the demi-god was on you, you could feel everything and it was too much to being nearable.
"You said he had took you against your will, but I did allowed the marriage, so did your father. Many wills were accepted."
Oh no please.
"You said he took your prisoner in his home. Do you have any idea how dangerous is his home planet? How many life Nocturne had took since humans settle on? He protected you, allow you to be shelter by its dangers."
Throne please, it was too much.
"And your family...your father wanted nothing more than power. To use you. I know men like him, I had deal with them since i had the chance, and Vulkan had decided to step in to avoid his...intention to ruin your union, to make sure that you woudl be free from malevolence,"
"And you had ran away." You could felt his anger, his hands crashing your muscles." You had portrayed him like a monster. Like someone that wanted to hurt you and take and take and take from you. Do you understand what you did?! The damage you had done?!"
Whisper of punishment, of a fitting end for someone that had casted such a disgrace to the clans, to Medusa. Something has to be made, someone had to be punished! Someone has-
"FERRUS STOP!"
Vulkan's hand were on his brother now, pushing him away from you, relesing you from his grip and anger. His arms took you in one of those embrace that shielded you from everything, secluded you, and now protected you from a man that digged an hole in your chest.
He hugged you close, fearing Ferrus's anger against you may do more damages than good.
"Please, she didn't knew better! She was scared! Do not be harsh on her! It has been me!"
You didn't realized of the tears untill they started to drench against his Boubou. His hand caressing your hair, trying to calm you down, acting like a shield against the burning anger of his brother.
Around you more voice echoed, voice of men that instead defended you and tried to find reason, men that were blinded like their father and decided that nothing was wrong even now.
"She's hurt!"
"No one have to be punished!"
"Mind your tongue, cousin."
Ferrus looked down, never he saw one of the Primarch kneel down and now his brother had little thought about the matter, so much he was focused in just have you in his arms.
"She had offended you brother. She had called you monster!"
"I forgive her. I'll forgive her everything! Look! Look at her poor hand! She need a medicae immediately!"
"She had stole one of your ship..."
"I don't want to hear any more word from you, Ferrus! From you or your sons! My wife is my own matter!"
There was that growl, that sound in the chest of Vulkan's that you heard again, that you had learned that could mean manmy thing. Never used against you, only around you, when someone spoke something against your attitude, when someone had pointed out how strange it was for you to be secluded in your chambers, of how curiously fast were the wedding....everytime against the world and never against you.
Ferrus sighed, deeply. He did not wanted to anger his borther, little did everyone know how dangerous was the most heart warmed of the Primarchs once he was angered.
"See? See little one?" he finally spoke again to you. "See how far your husband go for your own well being? Even after the bad mouthing...he is nothing but a proud and noble one. I made a good choice in giving you to him."
You didn't know what hurted you the most, the fact that the words of the man you once trusted the most were cold as ice or that the ones from the man you feared were the only ones that assured you the most. You didn't know, you could only sob harder.
"Why’re you crying? Aren’t you happy to be with me?” Vulkan sounded broken, yet he tried to hold a smile while wiping away your tears. "Does it hurt so much? Sar' Tath was so heartbroken for hurting you so much, he couldn't even look at me in the eyes!"
He tried to laugh, it was nervous, like if doing it would make everything less scary, less awfull. You just sobbed harder, tried to clean your face from the dirt that the tears had moved, you felt hard to breath.
"A-aren't...you mad...a-at me?"
A soft oh escaped form his lips. His forehead met yours in a gentle gesture, ignoring the dust, the durt and the tremors that you couldn't control.
“Throne, you have no idea how amazing you are, do you?” he sighed out, his thumbs caressing your cheeks, his breath so heavy against you.
He smelled like burnt wood, like leather and fire. It smelled like something you had always known and now felt so far away from you, like an home that has been lost.
"How can I be angry at you, my flame? You are everything I could die for..."
It felt awfull, like if his words were everythign you had always wanted to hear but now they scared you more than anything. You didn't wnated any of this, you never wnated to be in this position, you just wnated to make your homeworld, your lord, your father happy and proud! Never to be treasured by a dragon such as Vulkan! You never wnated this! You didn't!
You didn0't even knew why you looked back at Ferrus Manus, maybe to searching for evena slight of compassion?
You met only his cold eyes, and there you knew there was no way back.
You see those Space Marines wearing Cloaks and Tabards over their Ceramite power armour and wonder?
That thing is so close to their armour's power core.... That CANNOT be OSHA compliant!
I know that the cloak is probably made of flame retardant material or something. And there is something very endearing about these people committing to the aesthetic so damn much!
But dayum!!! Also not to mention that it's sitting right underneath a literal portable nuclear reactor!
Don't ask me how... but this one chapter has taken me down a rabbithole of research and now I am looking up details on esoteric Tantric practices and the proper rituals to invoke and bind spirits.
Sure hope I don't end up summoning something here!
*puts on the Lalitha Sahasranama just in case*
Also, it was a BIG mistake looking up the hashtag of "Tantra".... Just like with almost everything else, the west has gone ahead and sexualized the hell out of what's considered a sacred practice in my faith.
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Sometimes I like to sit at my altar of enjoyment, broom in hand, a thermos full of some nice warm tea, my hair up in a kerchief and my sleeves pushed out of the way.
I am filled with intention to clean the place only to realize half the battle is just sitting there, taking it all in.
Sometimes I feel cleaning that altar is not the point. It is to let it be... That little spiderweb in the corner where the wee little arachnid has finally taken residence. The few sparrows that flit about and rest awhile right on the idol of my joy. The trees around let loose some of their leaves that flutter down to land on the stones that would otherwise be so barren.
Sometimes, joy need not be this clean thing with sparkling floors and a proper schedule with all things being in their place.
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rather, i had this post cross my dash just now, and was reminded of back when you mentioned them being your favourite flowers
(when i had asked wether you would like to reccive pictures of off those on the day of your birth, i had also very much intended to send you posts with them whenever i come across them, finally was able to do just that :) )
^ link to the post itself since I forgot do that with the other one before -mind you, the handle is there, but i would like to give propper credit where it is do)
This is all.
Take care, and i bid you a wonderful day for whenever you happen to be reading this, mate! 🌱
OMG!! Water lilies!! They ARE my faves!! Along with Lotuses!!
Ah, to have such amazing people remember little things about me and have little ol' me flit through their mind when they see that thing I spoke about all those months ago!!!!
I AM NOT WORTHY!!!!! 😭😭🥺🥺❤️❤️ (Actually, I am... so is everyone, and SO ARE YOU, TRENCH!!!)
Also, did you know there is this really sweet song in my mothertongue about this flower?
It's about this person reminiscing about how they used to go on excursions on a boat to the lake filled with waterlilies and lotuses and how they'd always treasure that time even after all these years.
I hope you can enjoy the song even if the language is alien! (believe me Malayalam (the language the song is in) is a mouthful even for most Indians!)
