Guilliman having those cherubs around him made me giggle cause they're just salt on the wound of his weird future experience. XD
"The light went from the cherub's eyes. It flew off, motor buzzing. The primarch watched it go back to its roost with critical eyes. The wings were more than adornment; from the sound of it, there was not enough lift in the gravity impeller to keep it aloft. The machines of this millennium were crude. The engineers among his brothers would probably have caught the thing in a net and rebuilt the motor; he was close to doing so himself. Either that, or tossing it out of an airlock into the void and replacing it with something less ghoulish."
What makes it worse is when Mathieu is like "Does Guilliman not know that they can feel his hatred towards them?" I think it was in a scene where Guilliman was about to do a speech and a skull servitor flew a little close. The poor little guys!
Also bonus: I love that both Guilliman and Lion complain about the state of tech in 40k.
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Now, personally I have a lady Dorn OC whose lore involves her getting grievously injured at one point. She'll be fine, eventually, but it's very much full on gore-y body horror and "if you weren't hauled straight to the best medical care in the imperium you would have died". That isn't too relevant to the general Rogal Dorn x reader/oc/someone else fandom but it does lead to a concept I think the general Rogal Dorn x reader/Rogal Dorn x oc/Rogal Dorn x whoever/Rogal Dorn shipping fandom/Dorn angst enjoyers might find interesting:
Rogal Dorn canonically found and carried the Emperors maimed body to the golden throne
Rogal Dorn was canonically part of the group who carried off Sanguiniuses mutilated corpse
Rogal Dorn potentially saw his (future) spouse get mutilated to the point of being a deaths door.
It can be just the canon stuff but I think that third event really solidifies the pattern: I like to imagine this man having some form of medical related trauma in response to seeing his loved ones injured. A fear not of experiencing it himself but of those he loves getting hurt (again). In a galaxy of "know no fear" THIS is what terrifies the man of stone. This is what breaks through Dorns stoicism. Someone somewhere said that no enemy could break his armor, he'll be fine and it's a bitter echo because he knows HE will be fine, but what about those he loves? Maybe any sort of medical procedure done to a loved one makes him uneasy. Maybe it stings even more when the role of the fortified is also the role of the protector.
Imagine his child gets sick one day. They're fine. It's just a cold or something. But they don't understand why their usually steadfast father is so terrified. Desperately hugging them and trembling in relief when it turns out it's just a cold. He breaks down afterwards and it's the childs mother who comforts him, one of the very people he had seen in such a state before. And when his child can't see him he cries, genuinely cries.
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Thousand Sons Sorcerer oc who has slipped fully into worship of both tzeench AND slaaneshâŚcommuning with his new god (censored) below cut!
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AnâKaagi the Perfervid Flame (along with his company of Rubricae Marines) are one of the newest members of their Slaanesh worshipping warband. He is...VERY excited to show his devotion to his new patron and learn all the new rituals to do so!
Picture it. Decades after the world is saved, a huge alien spacecraft touches down on earth.
Scientist, politicians, and thousands of reporters gather to witness the aliens disembark the ship. A group of boulder-like creatures, clicking and whistling to the humans around them.
One of them raises something large and metallic towards the crowd.
There's an immediate recoil of fear (is it a weapon?!) before the audience realises it's human technology. A laptop, old and beaten and looks like it was put back together by a drunk.
The alien presses a button.
"Hello Earth, this is Doctor Captain Ryland Grace. These guys are Eridians and they're here on a shopping trip. I have a list and no money, but I did save the world so that has to count for something. Number one, salt and vinegar chips. Actually anything potato. Number two, I miss apple juice. Number three,"
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I was really confused at first why bloodymary had become a ship, as I am with most cross media ships/cross media content in general. I thought they were just both movies where a man was sent on a one way mission and fans had seen that and thought, "but what if they had each other," kind of in the same way they'd made parallels between Simon and Laikaâthey had nothing to do with one another but there were shared similarities. And I didn't think too much into it, just cause all the content was cute and made me feel a bit happier about how everything went down for Simon.
For the most part, I don't interact with cross media content cause my little lizard brain can't comprehend itâlike yeah, a world in which the Winchesters met the Cullens would be compelling, but the way those two universe operate, they don't have any real cross-compatibility. But I understand that fandom doesn't operate that way for everyone, and the lack of compatibility wouldn't drive people absolutely insane the same way it did me.
And then I watched Project Hail Mary, and I saw that the compatibility of these two universes was not impossible, that they both literally revolve around the stars dying, but Iron Lung could just be in a much more distant future, or even an alternative timeline where any number of things prevents Ryland's findings from being discovered and then used (or, even, a universe where it is found, by the astrophage evolves and is no longer predated by the amoeba).
Either way, loved those movies, love this ship, and I need to see Markiplier wrapped up in Ryan Goslings arm.
Post Script-any good Bloodymary fanfiction recommendations would be greatly appreciated.
Iâm not good at writing sorry, and English isnât my first language. First smut ever as well.
This second part is here!
âI donât have a partner.â, is what you say to your mom when she starts asking details about your personal life. Understand her, sheâs worried you might end up like that one crazy aunt who lives with countless cats. âThereâs nothing wrong with that.â
Sheâd say she gets it. No truly, she does. Itâs just that she doesnât want people to think thereâs something wrong with you.
See, youâve never been with anyone else long enough. You dated guys back in high school and college, but it wasnât⌠how could you say it? Concrete.
Just a hobby or something you do because you feel forced to. Because truly, youâre not interested by human. All the times you lie in bed with a guy, every time they "fuck" you or made "love" to you, you werenât truly there. Thereâs always something missing to your puzzle.
Until you pay a visit to your concerned mom, a few meters away from a private beach. Youâd sneak in at night. You toss all your clothes on the sand and jump into the waves. It feels nice, you let yourself relax and float around.
Youâve heard of hybrid creatures before. Itâs rare to witness such things outside of the city or specific farm, where they are created. Youâve never heard of sea hybrid creatures before, though.
So, when you swim back to the shore, youâre surprised to hear a distant male voice singing.
Itâs beautiful, otherworldly melody. You turn around and notice a silhouette surfacing from the darkness. With the moonlight blinding you, you canât make out his face but as his voice rises louder, you know itâs coming closer.
You step back, youâre still wet and naked. You donât have time to dress, just take your belongings and leave. But, you canât. You feel drawn to him, to his melody. You want to hear him sing more. Louder and clearer.
Slowly, your feet walk you back to the waves. Inside your own body, youâre now an empty shell and you need to be filled with his voice. Your senses are numb, everything is distorted and blurry.
The man extends his arms to you, long yet neat claws await you. As your waist immerses, he comes closer to you and finally reveals himself. He is tantalizing, his hair sails along on his neck and shoulders ; you wonder how could his hair be dry already if he just emerged. His ruby red eyes detail you with a fierce hunger, of what kind you have no idea.
He strokes you cheeks with a tenderness that doesnât match his cold attitude. As his song ends, your senses collide with your mind and chorusâŚ
âDanger!â
Your fear stand on end, to his amusement. You see yourself watching your momâs cat toying with a spider, a smile on your face. You try to leave, to scream but he holds you still as his claws scissors your flesh. âHeâs not moving at allâ, you thought. What a tragic yet romantic way to die.
The man leans over you, your nipples rub his chest. His skin, if you look attentively, is covered with thin scales ; gills stripe his trapezius muscles. His fresh lips brush yours. You gasp, and while lips parted he slips his pointy tongue inside.
This canât be happening, you just needed air not to get abducted by a sea hybrid. But what can you do against a creature like this. The way his fingers pinch your nipples has your crying for more. You never felt like this before, so aroused and wild in the arms of any partner. Maybe this is it, this is what you needed all this time.
The merman could feel you like each part of your body was confessing to him. How neglected youâve been your whole life, and he is more than willing to concede to your desires.
He swims you both to the shore, his tail whips waterspouts effortlessly. With delicacy, he lay on top of you. His hair hangs over your visage, you canât look away from him. Youâre falling in his trap. But you donât care.
Not when he breaks the skin of your throat and drinks your blood out of it. Not when he leans over your breast to suck both your nipples. And not even when his head sets above your pussy as his laps at the wetness running down your entrance.
Youâre shameless, really. Your mother has reasons to be worried about you, and you know. But you donât care about finding someone to please her expectations. Itâs alright if you stay alone for one more year. Right now, youâre feeling something, and this something is melting your insides in the best way.
So youâll let this merman fuck you senseless if it means feeling something for once.
Heâs doing great, more than great actually. His tongue do wonders, but seing how long it is, youâre not surprised. He sucks your clit, his wet muscle rolls around it ; he even give it kitten licks to drive you crazy.
âFucking yesâ!â You catch yourself laughing yet moaning like a whore. His hands caress the skin under you thighs then push your knees to your collarbone. Youâre exposed to the night, to the moon and his ruby red eyes. You see him devour your cunt with his eyes, ropes of drool drop on you before he gets back to work. You push his head deeper, he hums softly, approvingly. The vibrations make you cry louder, but who cares, itâs just you and him.
You feel yourself coming, itâs dangerous âoutrageous even. You feel your limbs jumping and cold sweat rippling to your core. But the merman holds your thighs, he grounds you to the sand as the tidal wave between your legs violently crushes you. You donât recognize your own voice, and you have no idea of the mess you just created.
âYouâre so good, so good.â
Stars illuminate your vision, your back is arched as far possible. Youâre recovering slowly, but you both arenât done with one another yet. He lets go of your knees then crawl on top of you. This time, you kiss him, you rolls your tongue around his and suck it, you caress his cold skin.
He takes your hand and guides it to a wet slit. You donât understand at first, you thought he was a male. Not that you mind at this point. Until you push your index through his open to touch something hard.
He moans, his forehead rests on you shoulder. He keeps the hands stroking him in place while his other hand possessively hold your hips. Heâs soaking wet down there. You lean forward, your lips brush the slit and you swear he whines. With your tongue toying his underlying erection, his melodious voice rings through your body. Slowly, not one but two cocks arise. The base are shy pinkish but the pointy tip are raging red. You meet his eyes, needy and desperate.
With both of your hands, you pump his cocks suggestively. He throws his head back, hissing under your touch. He says something but you donât understand his foreign language. He kisses you fondly while you keep working his sensitive area. He squirms, his groans tell you everything you need to know. You feel him twitch and before he comes, you bottom out his cock down your throat. The merman hisses and pushes your head to the base. Ropes of cum fill your stomach.
You cough, out of breath but he isnât satisfied yet. He pushes down and mounts you once more, with his cocks out. He didnât waste time nor did he give you a warning. He bottoms you out like a fierce beast.
âAhn fuck!â
His hips rolls around yours, sensually and effortlessly. You hold on him for dear life as he beats your cunt with his cock. You can feel him inside spreading your walls. You can take so much, you try to roll to the side, but he presses your head against the sand. Heâs fucking you hard, he drags his cock out painfully slow then slaws his hips to the bottom.
âFuckfuckfuck!â
The pleasure feels unreal, you never felt that before. Yet itâs happening, heâs rearranging your inside.
Cold hands flip you over, one leg rests next to his gills. He has you open like a book, before pumping your pussy. The merman watches your eyes cross as he fills you to the brim.
He takes his other cock and push it inside your already full pussy. Your eyes widen.
âWait! I canâtâ I canât itâs tooâ!â
But he does not listen, he pushes himself down your sucking walls. He pinches your nipples and thrusts deeper and deeper until his cocks bruises your cervix. Your whole body is bouncing on his cocks, itâs so fucking good. You donât even understand how this is possible.
His thrust gets messier and wet, his breath is shallow. He kisses every part of you he can reach, licks and sucks your skin with energy. Youâre almost there, you can feel it. Your legs shake uncontrollably, you bite your lips to hold back the huge orgasm building up.
But does want you to, he gives hard hips thrust as he speaks into your ear.
âCum.â
Hips thrust.
âFor.â
Again.
âMe.â
Fuck!
You canât hold it anymore. A few seconds later, youâre squirting all over his torso. Your mouth is shaped like a O as you let out a silent scream. Your head falls back on the sand, you can barely keep your eyes open. Your consciousness is drifting away.
He keeps fucking you, his climax pulses in his veins and while your walls are still soaked and tight, he chases his orgasm.
He moans in your ears, his voice ignites another fire in between your legs, making you both come. This time youâre sure someone heard you, you both are way too loud. He hovers over you, his red eyes hold a love you werenât expecting.
But you see how he keeps thrusting even after his came.
âWhat are you⌠doing?â, you pant.
But he doesnât answer, you feel him shooting loads after loads of his semen inside your sucking pussy directly inside your womb.
Until he pushes past your cervix, making you whine. He takes his other cock and strokes it while his pumping cock feels you with something big.
âWhat is this?!â, you want to take it out but itâs not moving. His tip inflates to pump you with eggs and make sure youâd take it like a good girl.
The hybride massages your breast and hips while another egg stretches your womb. You watch your belly bulging with eggs and the merman pumping you full. When the hybrid pump his last baby inside you, your final orgasm makes your overstimulated body jolts.
Youâre out of breath when he finally pulls his cock out of you. He strokes your cheeks, his eyes observing your belly before he starts crawling back to the ocean.
âWait, where are you going?â
He stops before his head disappears in the darkness.
âWhen itâs time, come back here.â
Then he dives in the water. Like nothing happened, not like you were fucked and impregnated by a wild hybrid.
warning: lots of period sex, pussy eating, and blood. You have been warned!
A/N: Iâm on my period and wanted to write something horny and comfortingâŚ
Werecreatures/hybrids are already going insane when you ovulate, but once you start bleeding they canât resist properly mounting and mating you. Youâre their sweet mate, and they both want to breed you and help with the pain by fucking you and eating you out until youâre too tired to think.
Vampires of course are immediately drawn to your pussy, the smell of your blood making them drool. Some are pushing your panties to the side the second you start your period, knowing before you do. They become attached to your pussy, and possibly save some of your blood for later once theyâve had their fill. They especially love to save your cum thatâs mixed with period blood, finding the taste exquisite.
Mermen get extremely protective during this time, afraid youâll attract some underwater predator that thinks youâre easy prey becuase youâre bleeding. Theyâll get horny, but are more focused on protecting than procreating. They will slip into you and sing to you as they fill you will cum, though!
Androids are immediately worried, fussing over you as they scan your body to check your health status. They give you medicine, keep you in bed, and fuck their fingers into you to help soothe your bloody cunt. They sink their synthetic cock into you, claiming itâs to help with your pain, but really they just want to fuck that pretty pussy of yours and hear you mewl like never before.
Nagas stay coiled around you, struggling to understand your strange body and why they feel so horny and protective over you during this time. It makes them anxious, and theyâre extra clingy as you keep their cock warm. Theyâre strangely fascinated by the way blood oozes from your pussy while they bounce you lightly, and definitely end up tasting it. They get addicted to it, now you have a needy, pussy drunk naga on your hands. At least it makes you feel better to cum while youâre crampingâŚ
Incubi/demons of course become sex crazed, and you donât get much rest while theyâre keeping you pinned down. Your pussy is always puffy and abused during this time, and they lick up every last drop of your blood, seeing it as a sign that youâre healthy and ready to make love and produce offspring. After your period they become the clingiest, most doting partners ever and feel kind of bad that they went insane while you were menstruating.
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I wonder if there are any Vulcans that have a "human kink"
Like humans are basically the complete opposite so its looked down upon to be with a human but I wonder if certain Vulcans are turned on by it...
Imagine your Vulcan boyfriend having to go home to tell his parents that he's dating a human and plans to marry you. His parents are completely shocked and can't believe that they have raised their son to be with a human.
Or maybe there are certain Vulcans that just find the smaller demeanor of human women attractive, the average Vulcan height is 6'6 so possibly they like the vulnerability of humans
i love grace-rocky-adrian poly, don't get me wrong, but i don't think it should be instant. i think it should be hard, i think they should struggle, i think it should take work.
rocky was gone for about a fourth of the time he and adrian were a couple. what's it like to wait 50 years for your mate, not knowing if they're alive? was adrian close to the families of the other crew? was there any kind of support group? was adrian the last one holding out hope for a return?
and then what's it like to wait so long, with everyone thinking they're in denial, only for their mate to beat the odds and come home? except he's deeply traumatized and single-mindedly focused on the alien he brought with him.
rocky a frantic, rushing mess between mission debriefings and worrying about grace. how long is it even before rocky and adrian get to talk? really talk. does adrian attend rocky's thrum and hear everything that happened and want to talk to him, connect, reach out, but rocky can't leave grace alone for longer than he absolutely has to. apologizes, promises they will, but he doesn't stop moving towards the space elevator.
adrian understands what's going on. logically they do, but that's all it is. logic, rationality, information, empathy. but that doesn't change the way they felt all this time, the way they feel now. it doesn't bond them to grace.
but adrian does feels gratitude towards grace! they're bursting with relief and joy and endless thanks for him both solving the astrophage problem and bringing their love home to them. that he sacrificed his life and risked the certainty of his own planet's salvation to do so.
but also, in doing so, grace has stolen rocky from them.
adrian is kind to grace, respectful towards grace, works on grace's biodome as hard and as seriously as they can. but that doesn't mean they love grace. and even if they do, that doesn't erase the pain.
and what can adrian even do with this pain? what are the social implications? eridians mate for life, so adrian has to find a way to make this work. can adrian talk to others about it, or do they fear appearing ungrateful? their mate was the only one to survive, why do they complain?
will the other crew's family still accept them into their support circle, or does rocky's survival change things? will adrian be asked to leave because their presence is a painful reminder? because adrian is talking about something else now?
do people hate adrian because rocky couldn't fix it, couldn't save them? do people take their suffering out on adrian because they can't take it out on the savior? does adrian become a buffer between rocky and the real world's criticisms and critical questionings and doubts?
what's it like to be the beloved mate of erid's savior? what social pressure are they put under? what's it like for your species to see your relationship as a poetic love story? what's it like for the planet that saved your people to be named after you?
what's it like to be constantly told how lucky you are, even when your mate never leaves someone else's side? do people see rocky and grace together and feel sorry for adrian? are people angry at rocky on their behalf? angry at grace?
how long does adrian have to grin and bear it?
how much longer before adrian's no longer alone?
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