The Professor of Sevatarology. Autistic 40s gal who absolutely loves Night Lords. Writing silly little bits of story that comes to mind. NSFW included. Or thorough canon analysis. Depends on my mood.
I actually wanted to talk to a biologist about what changes would be plausible for Nostraman eyes. Because I was curious. Thanks to @kyroptera-more-like-chiroptera , whose specialty is evolutionary biology, we ended up with quite a lot of interesting and very plausible brainstorming. I won't reproduce every little detail, since it would get terribly long, but if people want, I can post all the biology details separately.
Below the cut are biological and cultural headcanons for Nostraman vision. Enjoy!
First off, Nostraman eyes being "mostly" pupil with not much iris is actually decently plausible given the environment. It's also likely their eyes are a bit bigger than human standards, due to the need for good vision in the dark. Which would mean calling Jago Sevatarion cute isn't out of the realm of possibility, if you will excuse the self indulgent aside.
Also, vision depends on what are called rods and cones. For better vision in the dark, you need more rods. But that is only the beginning when it comes to interesting deviations from the standard human configuration.
UV sensitive photoreceptors are a thing. And they would be very valuable on Nostramo. So it's likely that Nostraman vision has developed along a very different spectrum than the human norm. According to @helloitsmadamehyde , it's actually mentioned in the Night Lords trilogy that Nostramans need to modify their HUDs, since Imperial standard is pretty much useless. Which only makes these biology headcanons more plausible. Everything suggested for how vision works is actually something that occurs somewhere in real life.
This next part is verbatim from @kyroptera-more-like-chiroptera :
Different animals also have different adaptations depending on their environment. One of the important ones is called Critical flicker fusion frequency (CFF) (don't be intimidated by the fancy terminology, it's just the rate at which a flickering light source appears to be a steady, continuous light). so that determines whether you see something as 'flickering' vs it emitting a more steady light. This is affected by a number of physical factors such as stimulus intensity, color, size, contrast and eccentricity, as well as light adaptation conditions and the subject’s age, and when looking at it from an evolutionary perspective you usually have to choose, either be better at say seeing in the dark vs seeing lots of colors, or seeing really good across distances vs depth perception and visual range/acuity.
For example flies and insects seem to be able to 'avoid' us when we swat at them, and that's related to their temporal acuity, meaning their CFF is diffrerent than ours and they see our movements almost like stop-motion frames, making it very easy for them to avoid us.
That might also be relevant to Nostramo. Indeed, this does fit very well with how Sevatar sees others' movements in combat. It is supposedly a result of his repressed psyker powers. But it's equally likely he has an extra mutation (not the Chaos kind, but the kind that naturally occurs in a population. Or even a combination. It fits too well.
I would also like to note that Nostramans likely have what’s known as Tapetum Lucidum, which makes the eyes reflect light, like cat’s eyes. It’s a modification that aids in night vision. Not to mention that it would make running into a squad of Nostraman Night Lords very creepy, since all you would really see is several pairs of glowing eyes. Fits very well with the whole predator vibe they have.
@ladyalisette also raised the possibility of Nostraman vision being at least partly in the infrared spectrum. Which is another interesting angle, though personally I would go with UV being the main spectrum, it offers too many interesting social and cultural possibilities. Besides not everything you would need to see in the dark radiates heat. But arguments are welcome.
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Because of the difference in the wavelengths perceived by Nostramans, it is also possible that if you sent a Terran to Nostramo, they wouldn't be able to see the gang tags and graffiti, because the pigments are tailored to very different eyes.
Cue a brisk black market trade among Night Lords for appropriate pigments that would work as substitutes for Nostraman colors.
While people naturally don't have the UV patterns that birds' feathers do, which are invisible to us, but very bright to birds themselves, it is possible that over time, they started occurring in the population of Nostramo, becoming a sort of identity marker. Through selection for such patterns, a Nostraman might be able to tell where you're from, which section of the city, which family you're from (for instance Sevatarions could have specific patterns or pattern combinations), maybe even which gang you're with, assuming gang membership is passed down through families.
Sevatar definitely has patterns common to City's Edge, for instance, in addition to typical Sevatarion markings, not that Sevatarion is a high status family.
But he would look amazing if you could see UV light. Even more than he already does.
To come back to the Nostraman dyes, I think those flayed skins Night Lords so love to wear only look blank to baseline human sight. Using Nostraman dyes, they paint them with oaths of the moment, Nostraman battle chants, traditional patterns and so on.
And this comment from @kyroptera-more-like-chiroptera needs to be quoted in its entirety, too juicy not to.
Also there has to be one NL who's barely competent enough for combat, like every other Legion would have tried to put him on kitchen duty ages ago, but like, secretly he's the best with all those invisible paints and pigments and shit and he *really* has an eye for detail so everyone just shares the burden of pitching in and taking on this guys jobs just so he can keep the supply of paints coming for those NL from nostramo 😂
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In conclusion, this offers some interesting cultural possibilities as a result of biology. The dyes might even explain how you can read anything in a dark place like Nostramo.
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Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Xonfried heard that mutter from the blank mortal loud and clear. He has many questions, but there is a filthy heretic in front of him, and -
The scent of fresh blood hits him, and the Apothecary is torn between charging the heretic, and offering his aid to the injured mortal.
The Chaos Heretic’s eyes flash as the blank hisses what is likely some sort of insult and the bastard attempts to charge towards the two of them -
Only to be immediately charged and pinned by the Honorable Ancient Cousin and shot twice more by the snipers on the roof.
Which is why Xonfried pivots and strides towards the blank, pausing as he feels her aura - and smells her fear. “I am an apothecary, and your companion is bleeding heavily. Will you please allow me to come close and aid in tending her injuries? I can also send over the aid kit, if you would rather tend to her yourself.”
This particular blank is not the first he’s met, and he is able to suppress his instinctual dislike for someone who can rebuke the very warp and the dark powers with her presence. THis situation is very tense and dangerous, and he applauds her wariness. Xonfried is also fairly sure from the way the unconscious baseline woman is bleeding, that she is a psyker. A witch, but one clearly trying to evade being consumed by Chaos.
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Vorca’s eyes go wide and he nods “I… I understand sir. If there is any way I can help, without being underfoot or sedated by an apothecary, I am eager to do so.” It would hopefully help him get his mind off of the way his hearts and body aches.
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Cedric huffs a little, blinking away the momentary wave of exhaustion. Today has been long and it promises to be much longer still. He’s not thrilled by the way he is, for no discernable reasons, suddenly the center of attention when there are Much More Important things to deal with, but he does accept the offered food. He’s… Pretty sure he’s eaten at least once today, although it has been an extremely busy week, as the high temperatures and the large surge in travelers eager to explore the beaches around Gannet Point - and the forests - means that there are far more mortals getting themselves into medical trouble than normal.
“Very well, it has been some time since I ate last, my thanks, lady Rose.” The young Black Templar answers, grateful for the food as he eats quickly. He still has one hand on Mx Lullaby, to make sure that they don’t suddenly vanish. His vox chirps, and Hasier has sent him a message.
“Level four chaos bastard spotted. He’s brawling with Honorable Brother Sintus. My brothers and I are moving to set up a containment zone and aid in pacification and capture. We will likely need medical aid for the mortals as this chaos lord doesn’t care to try and reduce the casualties and collateral damage he is causing.”
“There is a welcoming team on their way over, Honorable brother Sintus was the first to get there because someone fitted him with an appropriately sized jetpack.” Cedric answers, his eyes widening in alarm. “Please do remind your older brothers that murdering filthy heretics without alliance confirmation will get them censured.”
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Roland’s eyes widened as he guided her over to a nearby empty chair. “Please, sit down. I will go aid my brother.” He’s also going to message Arnault as well, to inform him that a brother is in need of aid. “Stay here, where it is safer, ja?”
The Nightlord smiles. "You were making such a sour face I assumed the flavor was not to your liking?" He clarifies.
Lullaby huffs, "No food's fine. I'm Frustrated."
"I know."
"I'm Antsy."
"Indeed."
"Our Sea Angels are out there! Facing down a Level 4! We should be out there with them!"
"I want that as well."
"So can we go now?"
"Not yet."
"Oh Come On!! I wanna go out there and Help. I'm fueled up! The bond sapping helped restore my magic tanks I Promise." Lullaby insists.
"But your regular stamina still needs replenishment. As does mine." Khopesh insists then turns his face pouty and purse lipped. "I mean...unless you want to leave me to play daring hero all alone. With only this meat pie for company." He sighs forlornly, holding the remains to his cheek.
"Pfft! No, no, no. I think we've all had enough of me doing that for Multiple life times." You say, taking more bites."
After that laugh, Lullaby does feel better. And the food makes their body feel better.
A thought comes to their mind. "Hey Khopesh...they said this guy is Level 4 and Chaos affiliated right?"
"Mm? Yes."
"How Chaos we talking?"
"Not as many outward mutations but he's got tech integrated into his body and draws a decent amount of his power from his allegiance to the dark gods."
"Psychery?"
"Not naturally no. If he has anything it's connected to his patrons..." Khopesh scans through the info that the research team had scuttled together quickly. He glances to Lullaby.
Their brows are knit, their back is slightly hunched.
Beep Beep! Another vox update comes in.
Khopesh hisses grimly and he shows the live feed.
Brother Scintus has Huron pinned, only for the bastard to grip the massive Dreadnought foot with his two hands and slowly but surely manage to Push.
"You Will Not Deny Me What IS MINE!" He snarls, bionic eye glowing with malice as he manages to unseat brother Scintus and topple his footing.
The venerable dreadnought tries to correct but cannot use his jump pack in time. He falls to the group and Huron siezes on the opportunity to jump to his face plate, and try to claw his way through to Scintus's actual body. Sparks fly with every swipe and Lullaby can see and hear denting metal.
"Get Back you Vile Heretic!" Another voice snarls, and a Black Templar with a chainsword jumps into the fray to keep Huron from cracking Scintus like an oyster. Chain swords clash and Huron seems to glow with a red raging aura. Even with the darts that had hit it seemed the knock out drugs barely did anything.
Khornnate Aura - Enhanced strength, durability, adrenaline increase and resistance to poisons and hitting like a Truck. Why isn't rocket-?
It hits. "Rocket can't use her power too much next to that untrained psycher or the other Astartes. She can't mulch Huron right now. And he'll keep using his Chaos enhanced strength to batter them back, unless..."
Khopesh tilts his head. "Unless?"
Lullaby straightens and stands, they've finished taking the last bite of food. "Khopesh, time to boogie. I have a Plan."
Khopesh's feral grin cuts across his face. "Now That's what I wanted to hear."
"Aren't you forgetting something brats?" Rose turned to see Karslor, looking much better for geting rest and food into him, stride out of a room behind Anrir. "Like I don't know, back up?"
"Kopesh, Lullaby, with us," Anrir commanded. "You can breif us en route. We're rendvou with Ailuno, Zek and Torglite on the way."
Cato nodded stifly. "The Grey Knights providing the cordon have been informed." Rose only paid partial attention to the exchange. Her attention focused on the live feed. Not the combatants but the land around it
"Come on, come on give me a better view," Rose muttered "and shit!" Reflexively she leaned into the hand Cato had rested on her shoulder. "One of the apartmens." She pointed to the approximate location. "Those are Mouse and Honey's cars. I think that's Mouse's appartment!"
Even before the Night Lord had sprinted out the door ot Apothecarium the live feed showed Hura and Darsas boiling out of the door at speeds rarely seen.
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Private message from TaleSpiner873 to LivingLaVidaCoola(offline)
Sorry had to go AFK. Call in to the one of the basses and explain the situation before you show up. They'll have instructions on how to get you cleared in safely.
If you're near Garnet Point. Lay low. There's a *very bad news* new arival who's throwing hands in the street. You don't need to add geting caught in the middle of that shit to everything else you've got going on.
Stay Safe
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Text to Kara and Mirak in the Beauchamp Family Group chat.
R :Don't head back from Mom and Dad's yet, unless orders pause the parental leave. level4 new arival throwing hands in streets. Am safe in Stoneflame.
K: already half way back. :( stopped for gas. And to change babies.
M: Almost to Aunt Suniva and Uncles'. Ooooh that's an Idea! We'll stop there. Altani wanted to see her baby cousins again soon.
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Marissa nodded resting her head on table shaking as sensory memory from her time as the chaos warband's prisoner overwhelmed her. "Chaos astartes," she choaked out, shivering inspite of the midday heat. "Blue and white with the big squared armor. Threatening two women. Ultramarine walking Tank brother with Jet Pack was woosh and crash."
Rocket senses the imposing form of the Templar before she sees him. She stands back up from where she had been crouching in an attempt to see whether Mallory's body was reacting properly. Thankfully it did, as it seemed that the renewed nosebleed had come from the accidental double dose of mystery sedatives. The psyker's pulse was steady if a little low, and she breathed of her own accord.
That left the Templar. “Stay where you are or I'll kill us all and call it a day.” Rocket warned in a steady voice, fear bleeding out and turning into fury. Templars were zealous bastards, and she would have much rather deal with rogue Nurglite sorcerers in the sewers than even a single black and white fuck.
“I am going to extract my phone and call an Apothecary that knows the exact formulation and dosage of this sedative. Mission target is experiencing an overdose coupled with psychic overload and a bond issue,” she warned, doing exactly that. Rocket quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Zaarius, switching seamlessly to the Chaos-dialect. “Hey Doc, I'm in a bit of a situation, think fast. Alù gave me a mystery sedative, I presume he procured it from you, the injector double-shot, psyker is down with a nosebleed. Definitely an overdose.” She inhaled, watching the Templar eye her with noticeable disdain. He seemed to understand every... seventh or so word and it irritated him, causing his fingers to twitch. “There's a pissed off Templar Apothecary around. Do I fry him and try to get away so he wouldn't try to come for our heads for heresy? Or is the OD urgent enough for me to give psyker to him for space narcan administration?”
On the other end of the line, Zaarius gasped. Rocket facepalmed inwardly, one hundred percent sure there was something heretical in those sedatives made by a Slaaneshi chemist out of all people. Alù did not have a habit of keeping boring drugs around.
SCREEEE
Suddenly, a screech of metal echoed once again and without further prompting, the Templar drew his sword and disappeared back into the fighting yet again. Rocket could see the Chaos Lord again; he was oddly surrounded by a forcefield, or a mist?.. There were steps pounding everywhere. More Astartes were joining, their running feet like a wardrum. Too many. The Blank looked back at the unconscious Mallory and quickly took off a personal tracker and shoved in the woman's bra. A contingency plan.
That done, Rocket activated both her fuck-you-aura and her temporary invisibility and headed out for the Chaos Lord. Zaarius kept shouting something on the phone she'd stuck in a pocket; Rocket had a more important job now - making sure that no feral Khornite Marines would be summoned to the bloodbath.
Huron glowed crimson and menacing in the distance. The Templar held him back for now, but the Loyalist was no match for a feral Khorne-powered Chaos Lord.
As Mirak and Kara arrived, Sunniva was talking to a man on the lawn. At first it looked like Sev, he was even carrying a very deadly looking spear.
Then he spoke. Not Sev. Even if they looked terribly alike. “Jago might need this. I have a terrible feeling.”
“Does the Allfather know you borrowed Gungnir?” Sunniva teased. Taking the spear from Sevatar’s father.
Who turned around and smiled at the approaching pair. “Grandson. Lady Kara. It is good to see you both in good health.” The babies were gurgling happily at the new person, trying to mimic his face.
Jago poked his head out of the door. His attention fully on Mirak and his little family.
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Alastor nodded at Vorca. ‘Your desire to help does you credit. Allow me to explain a few things you will need to know. Information is power.’
Grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil, Alastor walked Vorca through how to figure out who to extract in which order, and how to get them away discreetly, without causing further damage.
‘I did learn a few more things about stealth and secrecy after the Night Lords pulled me out of a ditch on Isstvan V. We will go together. Never go without backup, and do tell someone where you are going’ That sounded like experience.
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So when Zaarius was preparing to act, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.
*Don’t worry, Vorca and I will retrieve the person in need of medical help.
"Y-you! Heretic! Mm-mmph! Bastard!" Xonfried coughs, blood welling up between his teeth as he bares them at the demon before him.
Huron the bastard, has the gall to smile at him. It's condescending, like a solider watching a child with a fake sword. "Come now Cousin. You did your best." He chuckles red aura still glowing with malice and rage.
Xonfried spits from where he's pinned against the still toppled Scintus. The Dreadnought's fall had done more than he'd initially thought, and the tomb soldier's other leg is trapped beneath his own frame.
Try as he might, and mightily did he try making chainsword hit after chainsword hit. But the damn heretics Khonate aura kept him going despite it all. And Xonfried's own stamina had no such replenishment in place.
It was only a matter of time before his exhaustion got the better of him.
Huron seems to relish this reality as he stands upon brother Scintus and grasps Xonfried by the neck to lift him.
"For what it's worth, I had no true hate for you Brother." Huron spits. "But I am afraid I must now use you to make an Example, of what happens when you Get In My Wa-"
FWIIIIIIWOOOSH!
Fires from behind rocketed to life.
"For the Emperooooooooooooor!"
Brother Scintus may have been down but he certainly wasn't out. And in a flash his jet packs roared to life again, sending the massive tomb of metal and rage forward.
"WHAT IN THE DARKEST NEBULA OF TZEEN-"
WHAM!
"O-Oof!" The noise escapes Xonfried on reflex as he's dropped like a sack in the mayhem. He gets one glancing look at Brother Scintus's Chasis flying over his head into the nearest building's wall before he realizes what he's looking at.
The back of the Dreadnought's body is visible and the rest is embedded Deep in the building. Bricks fall and smoke billows, alarms are going off from both cars and fire systems but...
He doesn't hear Huron.
Creeeeeeaaaaaak
Dammit.
The metal battering ram creaks as it's roughly pushed back Out, and leaves a gaping hole in the brick work.
Where there still somehow stands a very angry, very red and very dusty Huron.
"Now...you've done it!" He snarls, lurching forward as Xonfried lies prone though trying to gather himself. "I was Going to make it quick but now...Now I'm going to-"
Shiiiiink!
"You're going to Die Heretic." Another voice declares from nearby.
Suddenly two more Black Templars drop into place, chainswords at the ready.
Xonfried immediately cheers. "Roland! Arnault! GET HIM BROTHERS! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
""FOR THE EMPEROR!"" They reply in unison.
Huron looks far more exasperated. "Oh will you idiots SHUT UP!?"
Meanwhile nearby and fast approaching.
Lullaby speaks to both their current party and those above through a vox as they ride on Khopesh's shoulders. Their staff is attached to their back.
"Karlsor, Anrir, you're on retrieval and first aid. Cato you job is to protect Scintus. Rose you're with first aid, keep any baselines they grab calm."
Cato almost considers protesting. but Lullaby cuts him off. "He needs you Cato. Keep yourself between him and Huron so he can't try to rip him out again. If he gets close, beat him to a pulp."
After that Cato actually shuts his mouth and nods.
"Khopesh my abilities work best with you. I'm counting on you to get close. Don't focus on damage, just do your best to keep him distracted so we can set the trap and extract the others. Keme and Hebe, use your aims to keep Huron near but not on top of Khopesh and keep him from pestering the retrievers."
"Copy that." "Understood."
Khopesh glances up as the battle site nears. He feels his blood racing, his sharpened teeth and crushing jaw seem to ache with the desire to bite.
Rip! Tear! Flesh! Blood! Bones! Viscera!
Lullaby pets his cheek sense his desires. "You'll get your chance Sweetness."
Alastor moves swiftly and with purpose. It doesn’t take them long to get ready to go. It seems they are not the only ones on retrieval, which does please Alastor.
The two Ravens arrive to chaos. There’s a fight going on, the other guy has a chaos-y aura that makes Alastor wrinkle his nose in disgust. Keeping his hand on Vorca’s shoulder, he scans the area. ‘Vorca, which injured do you see?’ He doesn’t know the baseline woman who is lying unconscious, but his instincts tell him he should make her a priority.
Things were happening much too quickly for Rocket's liking and footsteps thundering from every angle made her sigh and dump her jacket next to a particularly remarkable tree, emptying the pockets into her cargo jorts beforehand. She reloaded the tranq gun, eyebrows crawling up as Black Templars seemed to multiply by mitosis. One went down like a sack of potatoes and suddenly two more appeared. The clumsy dreadnought briefly made for a wall ornament — and the entire building shook. People were looking from their windows, some idiot even went out on their balcony.
Rocket followed the Khornate psychic field, circling at the very edge of, covering the sides of reddish hue with her own field. Senses acute, she knew there were two smaller fields approaching from the other side of the forest. She was familiar enough with her own Khornate World Eater friends to be aware of what that meant and advanced fearlessly, knowing she could take one of them at a time. It was not her first rodeo in that regard.
Anything to stop indiscriminate bloodshed. Approaching Khornates will not ask questions, they'll just begin meleeing without cause or reason and by the sounds of it, even three Templars were not enough to subdue the Chaos Lord completely. They were all just buying time.
Running, panting, growling— Rocket's Null aura slammed into a feral World Eater much like a large vacuum brick. Attracted to the fight and all the more mindless for it, the unkempt, heavily mutated Marine briefly staggered and suddenly went down, flying ass over tits as the agonizing discomfort of feeling his armor melt from bone left him shaking, howling and twitching but otherwise unable to move. Rocket rushed with determination, keeping the dial up on her powers enough to incapacitate but not kill.
There was a second of an adulterated awkwardness when their eyes met. She, with the tranq gun jabbing once, twice into him, mystery substance relaxing his tense body as he attempted to fight it and was unsuccessful. And the feral World Eater, whose Nails had gone quiet long enough to see a vaguely human woman shaped black hole shaking her head at him in disappointment.
Rocket looked back. Huron was following her aura. Whatever had been in the sedative had at least dulled Mallory's psychic signature somewhat, or maybe Khornate influence had made him stupid with battle. Nonetheless, Rocket bolted, leaving the downed feral World Eater, using Huron's misplaced attention to draw him away from the target.
And messier it would get. As the Black Templar were getting smacked around, another one showed up. The tallest Black Templar they had ever seen. His armor was extremely ornate, including laurels on his helmet. While Huron was all red fury, this giant seemed to be cold, focused fury, like an Inwit winter storm.
High Marshal Sigismund had arrived, somehow radiating disapproval despite his face being covered. He charged at Huron, black blade ready to skewer the Khornate.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Xonfried heard that mutter from the blank mortal loud and clear. He has many questions, but there is a filthy heretic in front of him, and -
The scent of fresh blood hits him, and the Apothecary is torn between charging the heretic, and offering his aid to the injured mortal.
The Chaos Heretic’s eyes flash as the blank hisses what is likely some sort of insult and the bastard attempts to charge towards the two of them -
Only to be immediately charged and pinned by the Honorable Ancient Cousin and shot twice more by the snipers on the roof.
Which is why Xonfried pivots and strides towards the blank, pausing as he feels her aura - and smells her fear. “I am an apothecary, and your companion is bleeding heavily. Will you please allow me to come close and aid in tending her injuries? I can also send over the aid kit, if you would rather tend to her yourself.”
This particular blank is not the first he’s met, and he is able to suppress his instinctual dislike for someone who can rebuke the very warp and the dark powers with her presence. THis situation is very tense and dangerous, and he applauds her wariness. Xonfried is also fairly sure from the way the unconscious baseline woman is bleeding, that she is a psyker. A witch, but one clearly trying to evade being consumed by Chaos.
****
Vorca’s eyes go wide and he nods “I… I understand sir. If there is any way I can help, without being underfoot or sedated by an apothecary, I am eager to do so.” It would hopefully help him get his mind off of the way his hearts and body aches.
****
Cedric huffs a little, blinking away the momentary wave of exhaustion. Today has been long and it promises to be much longer still. He’s not thrilled by the way he is, for no discernable reasons, suddenly the center of attention when there are Much More Important things to deal with, but he does accept the offered food. He’s… Pretty sure he’s eaten at least once today, although it has been an extremely busy week, as the high temperatures and the large surge in travelers eager to explore the beaches around Gannet Point - and the forests - means that there are far more mortals getting themselves into medical trouble than normal.
“Very well, it has been some time since I ate last, my thanks, lady Rose.” The young Black Templar answers, grateful for the food as he eats quickly. He still has one hand on Mx Lullaby, to make sure that they don’t suddenly vanish. His vox chirps, and Hasier has sent him a message.
“Level four chaos bastard spotted. He’s brawling with Honorable Brother Sintus. My brothers and I are moving to set up a containment zone and aid in pacification and capture. We will likely need medical aid for the mortals as this chaos lord doesn’t care to try and reduce the casualties and collateral damage he is causing.”
“There is a welcoming team on their way over, Honorable brother Sintus was the first to get there because someone fitted him with an appropriately sized jetpack.” Cedric answers, his eyes widening in alarm. “Please do remind your older brothers that murdering filthy heretics without alliance confirmation will get them censured.”
***
Roland’s eyes widened as he guided her over to a nearby empty chair. “Please, sit down. I will go aid my brother.” He’s also going to message Arnault as well, to inform him that a brother is in need of aid. “Stay here, where it is safer, ja?”
The Nightlord smiles. "You were making such a sour face I assumed the flavor was not to your liking?" He clarifies.
Lullaby huffs, "No food's fine. I'm Frustrated."
"I know."
"I'm Antsy."
"Indeed."
"Our Sea Angels are out there! Facing down a Level 4! We should be out there with them!"
"I want that as well."
"So can we go now?"
"Not yet."
"Oh Come On!! I wanna go out there and Help. I'm fueled up! The bond sapping helped restore my magic tanks I Promise." Lullaby insists.
"But your regular stamina still needs replenishment. As does mine." Khopesh insists then turns his face pouty and purse lipped. "I mean...unless you want to leave me to play daring hero all alone. With only this meat pie for company." He sighs forlornly, holding the remains to his cheek.
"Pfft! No, no, no. I think we've all had enough of me doing that for Multiple life times." You say, taking more bites."
After that laugh, Lullaby does feel better. And the food makes their body feel better.
A thought comes to their mind. "Hey Khopesh...they said this guy is Level 4 and Chaos affiliated right?"
"Mm? Yes."
"How Chaos we talking?"
"Not as many outward mutations but he's got tech integrated into his body and draws a decent amount of his power from his allegiance to the dark gods."
"Psychery?"
"Not naturally no. If he has anything it's connected to his patrons..." Khopesh scans through the info that the research team had scuttled together quickly. He glances to Lullaby.
Their brows are knit, their back is slightly hunched.
Beep Beep! Another vox update comes in.
Khopesh hisses grimly and he shows the live feed.
Brother Scintus has Huron pinned, only for the bastard to grip the massive Dreadnought foot with his two hands and slowly but surely manage to Push.
"You Will Not Deny Me What IS MINE!" He snarls, bionic eye glowing with malice as he manages to unseat brother Scintus and topple his footing.
The venerable dreadnought tries to correct but cannot use his jump pack in time. He falls to the group and Huron siezes on the opportunity to jump to his face plate, and try to claw his way through to Scintus's actual body. Sparks fly with every swipe and Lullaby can see and hear denting metal.
"Get Back you Vile Heretic!" Another voice snarls, and a Black Templar with a chainsword jumps into the fray to keep Huron from cracking Scintus like an oyster. Chain swords clash and Huron seems to glow with a red raging aura. Even with the darts that had hit it seemed the knock out drugs barely did anything.
Khornnate Aura - Enhanced strength, durability, adrenaline increase and resistance to poisons and hitting like a Truck. Why isn't rocket-?
It hits. "Rocket can't use her power too much next to that untrained psycher or the other Astartes. She can't mulch Huron right now. And he'll keep using his Chaos enhanced strength to batter them back, unless..."
Khopesh tilts his head. "Unless?"
Lullaby straightens and stands, they've finished taking the last bite of food. "Khopesh, time to boogie. I have a Plan."
Khopesh's feral grin cuts across his face. "Now That's what I wanted to hear."
"Aren't you forgetting something brats?" Rose turned to see Karslor, looking much better for geting rest and food into him, stride out of a room behind Anrir. "Like I don't know, back up?"
"Kopesh, Lullaby, with us," Anrir commanded. "You can breif us en route. We're rendvou with Ailuno, Zek and Torglite on the way."
Cato nodded stifly. "The Grey Knights providing the cordon have been informed." Rose only paid partial attention to the exchange. Her attention focused on the live feed. Not the combatants but the land around it
"Come on, come on give me a better view," Rose muttered "and shit!" Reflexively she leaned into the hand Cato had rested on her shoulder. "One of the apartmens." She pointed to the approximate location. "Those are Mouse and Honey's cars. I think that's Mouse's appartment!"
Even before the Night Lord had sprinted out the door ot Apothecarium the live feed showed Hura and Darsas boiling out of the door at speeds rarely seen.
***
Private message from TaleSpiner873 to LivingLaVidaCoola(offline)
Sorry had to go AFK. Call in to the one of the basses and explain the situation before you show up. They'll have instructions on how to get you cleared in safely.
If you're near Garnet Point. Lay low. There's a *very bad news* new arival who's throwing hands in the street. You don't need to add geting caught in the middle of that shit to everything else you've got going on.
Stay Safe
***
Text to Kara and Mirak in the Beauchamp Family Group chat.
R :Don't head back from Mom and Dad's yet, unless orders pause the parental leave. level4 new arival throwing hands in streets. Am safe in Stoneflame.
K: already half way back. :( stopped for gas. And to change babies.
M: Almost to Aunt Suniva and Uncles'. Ooooh that's an Idea! We'll stop there. Altani wanted to see her baby cousins again soon.
***
Marissa nodded resting her head on table shaking as sensory memory from her time as the chaos warband's prisoner overwhelmed her. "Chaos astartes," she choaked out, shivering inspite of the midday heat. "Blue and white with the big squared armor. Threatening two women. Ultramarine walking Tank brother with Jet Pack was woosh and crash."
Rocket senses the imposing form of the Templar before she sees him. She stands back up from where she had been crouching in an attempt to see whether Mallory's body was reacting properly. Thankfully it did, as it seemed that the renewed nosebleed had come from the accidental double dose of mystery sedatives. The psyker's pulse was steady if a little low, and she breathed of her own accord.
That left the Templar. “Stay where you are or I'll kill us all and call it a day.” Rocket warned in a steady voice, fear bleeding out and turning into fury. Templars were zealous bastards, and she would have much rather deal with rogue Nurglite sorcerers in the sewers than even a single black and white fuck.
“I am going to extract my phone and call an Apothecary that knows the exact formulation and dosage of this sedative. Mission target is experiencing an overdose coupled with psychic overload and a bond issue,” she warned, doing exactly that. Rocket quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Zaarius, switching seamlessly to the Chaos-dialect. “Hey Doc, I'm in a bit of a situation, think fast. Alù gave me a mystery sedative, I presume he procured it from you, the injector double-shot, psyker is down with a nosebleed. Definitely an overdose.” She inhaled, watching the Templar eye her with noticeable disdain. He seemed to understand every... seventh or so word and it irritated him, causing his fingers to twitch. “There's a pissed off Templar Apothecary around. Do I fry him and try to get away so he wouldn't try to come for our heads for heresy? Or is the OD urgent enough for me to give psyker to him for space narcan administration?”
On the other end of the line, Zaarius gasped. Rocket facepalmed inwardly, one hundred percent sure there was something heretical in those sedatives made by a Slaaneshi chemist out of all people. Alù did not have a habit of keeping boring drugs around.
SCREEEE
Suddenly, a screech of metal echoed once again and without further prompting, the Templar drew his sword and disappeared back into the fighting yet again. Rocket could see the Chaos Lord again; he was oddly surrounded by a forcefield, or a mist?.. There were steps pounding everywhere. More Astartes were joining, their running feet like a wardrum. Too many. The Blank looked back at the unconscious Mallory and quickly took off a personal tracker and shoved in the woman's bra. A contingency plan.
That done, Rocket activated both her fuck-you-aura and her temporary invisibility and headed out for the Chaos Lord. Zaarius kept shouting something on the phone she'd stuck in a pocket; Rocket had a more important job now - making sure that no feral Khornite Marines would be summoned to the bloodbath.
Huron glowed crimson and menacing in the distance. The Templar held him back for now, but the Loyalist was no match for a feral Khorne-powered Chaos Lord.
As Mirak and Kara arrived, Sunniva was talking to a man on the lawn. At first it looked like Sev, he was even carrying a very deadly looking spear.
Then he spoke. Not Sev. Even if they looked terribly alike. “Jago might need this. I have a terrible feeling.”
“Does the Allfather know you borrowed Gungnir?” Sunniva teased. Taking the spear from Sevatar’s father.
Who turned around and smiled at the approaching pair. “Grandson. Lady Kara. It is good to see you both in good health.” The babies were gurgling happily at the new person, trying to mimic his face.
Jago poked his head out of the door. His attention fully on Mirak and his little family.
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Alastor nodded at Vorca. ‘Your desire to help does you credit. Allow me to explain a few things you will need to know. Information is power.’
Grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil, Alastor walked Vorca through how to figure out who to extract in which order, and how to get them away discreetly, without causing further damage.
‘I did learn a few more things about stealth and secrecy after the Night Lords pulled me out of a ditch on Isstvan V. We will go together. Never go without backup, and do tell someone where you are going’ That sounded like experience.
===
So when Zaarius was preparing to act, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.
*Don’t worry, Vorca and I will retrieve the person in need of medical help.
"Y-you! Heretic! Mm-mmph! Bastard!" Xonfried coughs, blood welling up between his teeth as he bares them at the demon before him.
Huron the bastard, has the gall to smile at him. It's condescending, like a solider watching a child with a fake sword. "Come now Cousin. You did your best." He chuckles red aura still glowing with malice and rage.
Xonfried spits from where he's pinned against the still toppled Scintus. The Dreadnought's fall had done more than he'd initially thought, and the tomb soldier's other leg is trapped beneath his own frame.
Try as he might, and mightily did he try making chainsword hit after chainsword hit. But the damn heretics Khonate aura kept him going despite it all. And Xonfried's own stamina had no such replenishment in place.
It was only a matter of time before his exhaustion got the better of him.
Huron seems to relish this reality as he stands upon brother Scintus and grasps Xonfried by the neck to lift him.
"For what it's worth, I had no true hate for you Brother." Huron spits. "But I am afraid I must now use you to make an Example, of what happens when you Get In My Wa-"
FWIIIIIIWOOOSH!
Fires from behind rocketed to life.
"For the Emperooooooooooooor!"
Brother Scintus may have been down but he certainly wasn't out. And in a flash his jet packs roared to life again, sending the massive tomb of metal and rage forward.
"WHAT IN THE DARKEST NEBULA OF TZEEN-"
WHAM!
"O-Oof!" The noise escapes Xonfried on reflex as he's dropped like a sack in the mayhem. He gets one glancing look at Brother Scintus's Chasis flying over his head into the nearest building's wall before he realizes what he's looking at.
The back of the Dreadnought's body is visible and the rest is embedded Deep in the building. Bricks fall and smoke billows, alarms are going off from both cars and fire systems but...
He doesn't hear Huron.
Creeeeeeaaaaaak
Dammit.
The metal battering ram creaks as it's roughly pushed back Out, and leaves a gaping hole in the brick work.
Where there still somehow stands a very angry, very red and very dusty Huron.
"Now...you've done it!" He snarls, lurching forward as Xonfried lies prone though trying to gather himself. "I was Going to make it quick but now...Now I'm going to-"
Shiiiiink!
"You're going to Die Heretic." Another voice declares from nearby.
Suddenly two more Black Templars drop into place, chainswords at the ready.
Xonfried immediately cheers. "Roland! Arnault! GET HIM BROTHERS! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
""FOR THE EMPEROR!"" They reply in unison.
Huron looks far more exasperated. "Oh will you idiots SHUT UP!?"
Meanwhile nearby and fast approaching.
Lullaby speaks to both their current party and those above through a vox as they ride on Khopesh's shoulders. Their staff is attached to their back.
"Karlsor, Anrir, you're on retrieval and first aid. Cato you job is to protect Scintus. Rose you're with first aid, keep any baselines they grab calm."
Cato almost considers protesting. but Lullaby cuts him off. "He needs you Cato. Keep yourself between him and Huron so he can't try to rip him out again. If he gets close, beat him to a pulp."
After that Cato actually shuts his mouth and nods.
"Khopesh my abilities work best with you. I'm counting on you to get close. Don't focus on damage, just do your best to keep him distracted so we can set the trap and extract the others. Keme and Hebe, use your aims to keep Huron near but not on top of Khopesh and keep him from pestering the retrievers."
"Copy that." "Understood."
Khopesh glances up as the battle site nears. He feels his blood racing, his sharpened teeth and crushing jaw seem to ache with the desire to bite.
Rip! Tear! Flesh! Blood! Bones! Viscera!
Lullaby pets his cheek sense his desires. "You'll get your chance Sweetness."
Alastor moves swiftly and with purpose. It doesn’t take them long to get ready to go. It seems they are not the only ones on retrieval, which does please Alastor.
The two Ravens arrive to chaos. There’s a fight going on, the other guy has a chaos-y aura that makes Alastor wrinkle his nose in disgust. Keeping his hand on Vorca’s shoulder, he scans the area. ‘Vorca, which injured do you see?’ He doesn’t know the baseline woman who is lying unconscious, but his instincts tell him he should make her a priority.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Xonfried heard that mutter from the blank mortal loud and clear. He has many questions, but there is a filthy heretic in front of him, and -
The scent of fresh blood hits him, and the Apothecary is torn between charging the heretic, and offering his aid to the injured mortal.
The Chaos Heretic’s eyes flash as the blank hisses what is likely some sort of insult and the bastard attempts to charge towards the two of them -
Only to be immediately charged and pinned by the Honorable Ancient Cousin and shot twice more by the snipers on the roof.
Which is why Xonfried pivots and strides towards the blank, pausing as he feels her aura - and smells her fear. “I am an apothecary, and your companion is bleeding heavily. Will you please allow me to come close and aid in tending her injuries? I can also send over the aid kit, if you would rather tend to her yourself.”
This particular blank is not the first he’s met, and he is able to suppress his instinctual dislike for someone who can rebuke the very warp and the dark powers with her presence. THis situation is very tense and dangerous, and he applauds her wariness. Xonfried is also fairly sure from the way the unconscious baseline woman is bleeding, that she is a psyker. A witch, but one clearly trying to evade being consumed by Chaos.
****
Vorca’s eyes go wide and he nods “I… I understand sir. If there is any way I can help, without being underfoot or sedated by an apothecary, I am eager to do so.” It would hopefully help him get his mind off of the way his hearts and body aches.
****
Cedric huffs a little, blinking away the momentary wave of exhaustion. Today has been long and it promises to be much longer still. He’s not thrilled by the way he is, for no discernable reasons, suddenly the center of attention when there are Much More Important things to deal with, but he does accept the offered food. He’s… Pretty sure he’s eaten at least once today, although it has been an extremely busy week, as the high temperatures and the large surge in travelers eager to explore the beaches around Gannet Point - and the forests - means that there are far more mortals getting themselves into medical trouble than normal.
“Very well, it has been some time since I ate last, my thanks, lady Rose.” The young Black Templar answers, grateful for the food as he eats quickly. He still has one hand on Mx Lullaby, to make sure that they don’t suddenly vanish. His vox chirps, and Hasier has sent him a message.
“Level four chaos bastard spotted. He’s brawling with Honorable Brother Sintus. My brothers and I are moving to set up a containment zone and aid in pacification and capture. We will likely need medical aid for the mortals as this chaos lord doesn’t care to try and reduce the casualties and collateral damage he is causing.”
“There is a welcoming team on their way over, Honorable brother Sintus was the first to get there because someone fitted him with an appropriately sized jetpack.” Cedric answers, his eyes widening in alarm. “Please do remind your older brothers that murdering filthy heretics without alliance confirmation will get them censured.”
***
Roland’s eyes widened as he guided her over to a nearby empty chair. “Please, sit down. I will go aid my brother.” He’s also going to message Arnault as well, to inform him that a brother is in need of aid. “Stay here, where it is safer, ja?”
The Nightlord smiles. "You were making such a sour face I assumed the flavor was not to your liking?" He clarifies.
Lullaby huffs, "No food's fine. I'm Frustrated."
"I know."
"I'm Antsy."
"Indeed."
"Our Sea Angels are out there! Facing down a Level 4! We should be out there with them!"
"I want that as well."
"So can we go now?"
"Not yet."
"Oh Come On!! I wanna go out there and Help. I'm fueled up! The bond sapping helped restore my magic tanks I Promise." Lullaby insists.
"But your regular stamina still needs replenishment. As does mine." Khopesh insists then turns his face pouty and purse lipped. "I mean...unless you want to leave me to play daring hero all alone. With only this meat pie for company." He sighs forlornly, holding the remains to his cheek.
"Pfft! No, no, no. I think we've all had enough of me doing that for Multiple life times." You say, taking more bites."
After that laugh, Lullaby does feel better. And the food makes their body feel better.
A thought comes to their mind. "Hey Khopesh...they said this guy is Level 4 and Chaos affiliated right?"
"Mm? Yes."
"How Chaos we talking?"
"Not as many outward mutations but he's got tech integrated into his body and draws a decent amount of his power from his allegiance to the dark gods."
"Psychery?"
"Not naturally no. If he has anything it's connected to his patrons..." Khopesh scans through the info that the research team had scuttled together quickly. He glances to Lullaby.
Their brows are knit, their back is slightly hunched.
Beep Beep! Another vox update comes in.
Khopesh hisses grimly and he shows the live feed.
Brother Scintus has Huron pinned, only for the bastard to grip the massive Dreadnought foot with his two hands and slowly but surely manage to Push.
"You Will Not Deny Me What IS MINE!" He snarls, bionic eye glowing with malice as he manages to unseat brother Scintus and topple his footing.
The venerable dreadnought tries to correct but cannot use his jump pack in time. He falls to the group and Huron siezes on the opportunity to jump to his face plate, and try to claw his way through to Scintus's actual body. Sparks fly with every swipe and Lullaby can see and hear denting metal.
"Get Back you Vile Heretic!" Another voice snarls, and a Black Templar with a chainsword jumps into the fray to keep Huron from cracking Scintus like an oyster. Chain swords clash and Huron seems to glow with a red raging aura. Even with the darts that had hit it seemed the knock out drugs barely did anything.
Khornnate Aura - Enhanced strength, durability, adrenaline increase and resistance to poisons and hitting like a Truck. Why isn't rocket-?
It hits. "Rocket can't use her power too much next to that untrained psycher or the other Astartes. She can't mulch Huron right now. And he'll keep using his Chaos enhanced strength to batter them back, unless..."
Khopesh tilts his head. "Unless?"
Lullaby straightens and stands, they've finished taking the last bite of food. "Khopesh, time to boogie. I have a Plan."
Khopesh's feral grin cuts across his face. "Now That's what I wanted to hear."
"Aren't you forgetting something brats?" Rose turned to see Karslor, looking much better for geting rest and food into him, stride out of a room behind Anrir. "Like I don't know, back up?"
"Kopesh, Lullaby, with us," Anrir commanded. "You can breif us en route. We're rendvou with Ailuno, Zek and Torglite on the way."
Cato nodded stifly. "The Grey Knights providing the cordon have been informed." Rose only paid partial attention to the exchange. Her attention focused on the live feed. Not the combatants but the land around it
"Come on, come on give me a better view," Rose muttered "and shit!" Reflexively she leaned into the hand Cato had rested on her shoulder. "One of the apartmens." She pointed to the approximate location. "Those are Mouse and Honey's cars. I think that's Mouse's appartment!"
Even before the Night Lord had sprinted out the door ot Apothecarium the live feed showed Hura and Darsas boiling out of the door at speeds rarely seen.
***
Private message from TaleSpiner873 to LivingLaVidaCoola(offline)
Sorry had to go AFK. Call in to the one of the basses and explain the situation before you show up. They'll have instructions on how to get you cleared in safely.
If you're near Garnet Point. Lay low. There's a *very bad news* new arival who's throwing hands in the street. You don't need to add geting caught in the middle of that shit to everything else you've got going on.
Stay Safe
***
Text to Kara and Mirak in the Beauchamp Family Group chat.
R :Don't head back from Mom and Dad's yet, unless orders pause the parental leave. level4 new arival throwing hands in streets. Am safe in Stoneflame.
K: already half way back. :( stopped for gas. And to change babies.
M: Almost to Aunt Suniva and Uncles'. Ooooh that's an Idea! We'll stop there. Altani wanted to see her baby cousins again soon.
***
Marissa nodded resting her head on table shaking as sensory memory from her time as the chaos warband's prisoner overwhelmed her. "Chaos astartes," she choaked out, shivering inspite of the midday heat. "Blue and white with the big squared armor. Threatening two women. Ultramarine walking Tank brother with Jet Pack was woosh and crash."
Rocket senses the imposing form of the Templar before she sees him. She stands back up from where she had been crouching in an attempt to see whether Mallory's body was reacting properly. Thankfully it did, as it seemed that the renewed nosebleed had come from the accidental double dose of mystery sedatives. The psyker's pulse was steady if a little low, and she breathed of her own accord.
That left the Templar. “Stay where you are or I'll kill us all and call it a day.” Rocket warned in a steady voice, fear bleeding out and turning into fury. Templars were zealous bastards, and she would have much rather deal with rogue Nurglite sorcerers in the sewers than even a single black and white fuck.
“I am going to extract my phone and call an Apothecary that knows the exact formulation and dosage of this sedative. Mission target is experiencing an overdose coupled with psychic overload and a bond issue,” she warned, doing exactly that. Rocket quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Zaarius, switching seamlessly to the Chaos-dialect. “Hey Doc, I'm in a bit of a situation, think fast. Alù gave me a mystery sedative, I presume he procured it from you, the injector double-shot, psyker is down with a nosebleed. Definitely an overdose.” She inhaled, watching the Templar eye her with noticeable disdain. He seemed to understand every... seventh or so word and it irritated him, causing his fingers to twitch. “There's a pissed off Templar Apothecary around. Do I fry him and try to get away so he wouldn't try to come for our heads for heresy? Or is the OD urgent enough for me to give psyker to him for space narcan administration?”
On the other end of the line, Zaarius gasped. Rocket facepalmed inwardly, one hundred percent sure there was something heretical in those sedatives made by a Slaaneshi chemist out of all people. Alù did not have a habit of keeping boring drugs around.
SCREEEE
Suddenly, a screech of metal echoed once again and without further prompting, the Templar drew his sword and disappeared back into the fighting yet again. Rocket could see the Chaos Lord again; he was oddly surrounded by a forcefield, or a mist?.. There were steps pounding everywhere. More Astartes were joining, their running feet like a wardrum. Too many. The Blank looked back at the unconscious Mallory and quickly took off a personal tracker and shoved in the woman's bra. A contingency plan.
That done, Rocket activated both her fuck-you-aura and her temporary invisibility and headed out for the Chaos Lord. Zaarius kept shouting something on the phone she'd stuck in a pocket; Rocket had a more important job now - making sure that no feral Khornite Marines would be summoned to the bloodbath.
Huron glowed crimson and menacing in the distance. The Templar held him back for now, but the Loyalist was no match for a feral Khorne-powered Chaos Lord.
As Mirak and Kara arrived, Sunniva was talking to a man on the lawn. At first it looked like Sev, he was even carrying a very deadly looking spear.
Then he spoke. Not Sev. Even if they looked terribly alike. “Jago might need this. I have a terrible feeling.”
“Does the Allfather know you borrowed Gungnir?” Sunniva teased. Taking the spear from Sevatar’s father.
Who turned around and smiled at the approaching pair. “Grandson. Lady Kara. It is good to see you both in good health.” The babies were gurgling happily at the new person, trying to mimic his face.
Jago poked his head out of the door. His attention fully on Mirak and his little family.
====
Alastor nodded at Vorca. ‘Your desire to help does you credit. Allow me to explain a few things you will need to know. Information is power.’
Grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil, Alastor walked Vorca through how to figure out who to extract in which order, and how to get them away discreetly, without causing further damage.
‘I did learn a few more things about stealth and secrecy after the Night Lords pulled me out of a ditch on Isstvan V. We will go together. Never go without backup, and do tell someone where you are going’ That sounded like experience.
===
So when Zaarius was preparing to act, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.
*Don’t worry, Vorca and I will retrieve the person in need of medical help.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Meanwhile in an area surrounding Mallory's apartment building...
Rocket sniffed and scratched her nose, adjusting her leather jacket that covered the hidden wrist-mounted tranquilizer jab gun as she leisurely walked towards the nearest bench. She undid her long hair, using her shades to pin it back from her face, and leaned back onto the bench, lighting up a cigarette, laying in wait for her vict— subject of interest.
There was not a soul around, but a little tickle in the back of her neck told Rocket at least a single pair of eyes was watching her from above. She spread her arms, pushing out her chest — on it, was a t-shirt with the name of her band. It was a tall chance the errant psyker was much into heavy metal music, but on the off chance Mallory did indeed recognize Rocket, it would be far easier to get the Psyker to trust her.
Rocket's phone buzzed in her pocket but she ignored it. She had no time to check her emails or texts and all necessary mission Intel had already been gathered. Sit and wait, approach Psyker, attempt to convince Mallory to go with her, and if it all does not work, tag her and bag her with the tranq.
What could even go wrong with such a simple mission?
Mallory yawned and stretched as she watched her email account, the reddit post that she’d made, as well as the reddit DMs for the throwaway account that she had made specifically to ask the questions and explain herself.
As the minutes stretched on and nothing new came in, the untrained psyker shifted uncertainly in her chair. Did she have to make an appointment at one of the bases in Gannet Point, or should she just… Show up?
There are a lot of angry people about this post.
She suspected a good number of them might be Astartes. She is keenly aware of the violence and cruelty that Astartes are capable of - at least to some degree. Mallory winces and pushes back memories of what Lufgt had done to -
No.
No.
She was not going to go there today.
Mallory mentally shakes herself, as a sense of anxious restlessness overtakes her. She felt as though she was being watched, and considering the fact that there was a nonzero chance that at least one of the tech-minded marines could probably get through the VPN she uses to protect herself online…
She eyed her front door. It wouldn’t surprise her if one of the astartes-fuckers on Reddit would send the equivalent of a swat team, but the astartes version - after her for her crimes.
The back door it was. Mallory got up and entered her back yard, carefully closing and locking the door and starting to head for her back fence, where it led out into the woods -
And froze. A glaring, green bionic eye and the blue-white armor of the bastard gleamed in the afternoon sunlight.
Mallory swore and sprinted for the side gate, not realizing that she phased through the fence as she sprinted up her side yard and out to the street.
She was passing by someone who looked - familiar? And the world came to a screeching, deafening Silence!
Mallory lunged forward and grabbed the other woman’s arms, even as the suffocating silence screamed from all sides and her every instinct yelled for her to flee from her “We need to run. We need to run right now, that murderous bastard is too close.”
***
Vorca looks briefly at the pamphlets, but focuses on his older brother’s hands as he signs, nodding a little as he processes what the other signs. He answers back, handsome moving quickly “My vox did not do me much good, as it arrived broken, and finding the parts I think I need to repair it has been impossible… I am also not a tech marine and am concerned that I may have broken it more. Thank you for the information brother, and if I do have questions, I will be sure to ask. Do all of the cousins here read battle-sign, or will I need to write or talk?”
Vorca is able to talk it’s just… Really hard to do so right now, and signing feels more comfortable. Besides, Alastor is signing as well. He starts to read through the pamphlets one at a time.
(I feel like that makes sense - that he resents that Corvus changed the legion so much from what they used to be, and he feels alienated from his brothers - at least the brothers of the time he’s from?)
The door to the appointed Scout Protection Room creaks open with a gentle sound.
Of course all the Scouts therein were already listening with rapt attention to the...disagreement occurring in the halls.
"I mean what I said Zaariel!" One voice declared sharply. "Don't you roll your six or more eyes at me. Tercelle I hear you snickering. Honestly. 9ft tall Children the lot of you!"
"Oooh Momma's maaaad at Ya'll~." Another declares with a hint of mischief and melody. "But seriously Tercy I need to get in there and I need you to Promise." The new voice emphasizes. "That you won't try to kill Zaariel or bull charge the other Apothecaries. We all want to help the Scouts."
"Indeed. I'd have to try and fight you if you did and while I'd Relish the challenge, I'd rather not frighten some poor patient by getting thrown through a wall." A third raspy voice titters with a laugh at the end thats more like a cackle.
Some grumbling can be heard from the other side. Rushal just grins with his heavily scarred mouth, quickly signing to his younger cousin.
'At least you got a show out of all this. How delightful. But don't worry. The help coming now should alleviate even more than I can alone.'
Vorca seems unsure, but...he trusts this older brother. "I believe you."
But back to the door. It creaks open and a smaller body peaks in. Well, small compared to an Astartes at least, they're average for a baseline human.
"Heloo~ Anybody home?" The baseline chirps.
"And is anybody going to cause Problems? No? Good. Let's keep it that way." The dark raspy voice adds as the head its attached to peeks in as well. "Oh hello Alastor! You're looking as gruesomely ghoulish as ever."
Vorca is taken aback by the presence of a Nightlord of all things. AND one that speaks so...Casually?? To his older brother?? But Alastor doesn't even flinch, in fact, he lets out a...
Well its meant to be an amused bark or laugh, and it still mostly is, but the lack of a tongue causes it to be distorted slightly. He slaps his knee and then signs. 'Regular sleep and feed has been doing wonders for my ferocity. I can hardly keep Sevetar and my bonded's hands off me these days! Not that I'm complaining.'
The new Nightlord with his own mouth scar let's out another cackle. It's loud and sets Vorca even more on edge. But...he remains calm. If Alastor trusts these two...he will as well.
Mostly.
The baseline doesn't understand the signing, at least not fully, but they do greet Alastor with a cheerful. "Heeeey big guy! Come 'ere. Mmmm!" And even a hug!
A squeeze! An embrace!
Well maybe accepting his own hug from before wasn't as strange as he first thought. But still a Baseline being so willing and calm about embracing an Astartes as powerful and dangerous as his older brother??
While Vorca's mind is spinning Alastor gladly returns the squeeze with one arm, then makes more signs.
"He says Altani has been doing well with her learning exercises. She can now speak common almost perfectly. She also enjoys the word game you taught her regarding license plate letters. She does it with almost every vehicle she sees."
The baseline's face brightens up. "Really? That's wonderful! I'm so happy she's happy."
Alastor nods in agreement, then continues. The Nightlord translates.
"She also wants to know when you and Khopesh will come over for Dinner next. She wants to play Jenga and Mouse Trap with you again. What say you to this my Lullaby?"
So the Nightlord is Khopesh. And the human is Lullaby.
"Awww! That's so sweet! And yes we absolutely should get together for dinner again soon." You agree. "If you're comfortable...we've got some new roommates...fosters ah technically more but they might enjoy a visit too, especially for a board game night. Only with your permission of course."
Alastor's gaze becomes Very knowing, and smug. 'Drew more bodies into your orbits I see. Not surprising. And I am...not opposed to the idea. I will need to convene with the others in my house of course.'
"Naturally. Oh but onto convening for other reasons." Lullaby turns to Vorca. "How are you feeling hun?"
Vorca feels...suddenly yanked back into the present. "I uh...I..." He looks to Rushal for guidance.
The elder raven nods, gently placing a hand on his younger brother's shoulder.
Vorca takes a deep breath, and he slumps slightly. "It...it still Hurts." He says, honestly, timidly.
Heartbreakingly.
Alastor's presence had helped. It had taken his mind off the pain in his heart and soul, easing it.
But not removing it.
He locks eyes with this...psycher he supposes.
He doesn't know how that's possible here? But if they're the supposed expert he won't question it.
"Please...make it stop hurting."
Lullaby's eyes and expression are soft, they nod. "I will do what I can."
A small, fragile, baseline hand reaches out. After a moment of hesitation, Vorca gently places his upon it.
The feeling is instant.
Where once there was this...almost cold, biting itch, like thorns sinking into his heart. Instead slowly warmth seeps in, it was slow but inevitable, like the march of spring on winter's frozen grip.
And those sharp, icy, thorns, that acidic cold pain that had wrapped around his soul even before his so called 'Break Up' are gently cut and melted away.
A few more minutes pass, turning his insides from ice to thawing frost to tepid water and finally to something that feels warmed beneath the sun.
"Aaaaaand there. That should be the last of it." Lullaby declares, standing back up straight. The psycher stretches their fingers and rolls their shoulders to work out the kinks. "How are you feeling dear?"
He...he feels. "Better."
It doesn't suddenly make him happy. It doesn't magically stitch his broken heart back together.
But...instead it just feels like...the feeling of knowing he's no longer alone.
And that...seems like what his heart needs more than anything else right now.
Vorca can actually muster a small smile. Its not wide or grand, but it is true.
"I feel Better." He nods glancing to Rushal who gives him an affirming nod.
The human known as Lullaby grins. "I'm glad for that dear. I am very glad."
The happy moment is suddenly interrupted by Khopesh's custom vox tone.
Ocean Ma-an~ Take me by the Hand~
Lullaby's pulse picks up suddenly. Normally it wouldn't that goofy tone was Hebe's custom tone.
But knowing what they do about where Keme and Hebe are right now...
Khopesh has the same expression they do. Worry but also determination.
Hebe's voice is tight and only the extensive training he has as both an astartes and as an infiltration specialist is what allows him to keep his voice as steady as it is. "We have a problem. There's a level 4 astartes breaching the perimeter of the target's home. Renegade... No a Chaos Marine. Possibly both. His markings put him as a Lord.
He pauses for a moment and continues "The target is speaking with the Warp Antibiotic, urging her to flee with her. The target mentioned at least one Astartes stalker that she attempted to flee cross-country. I'm going to try tranq him to give us a bit more breathing room. We're going to need a welcoming-subduing party for the level 4."
He's tracking the warlord as he charges through the fence - the sound of ceramite on wood a horrible, shrieking sound that both of the mortals on the other side of the building and street heard, which caused the target to physically grab the Warp Antibiotic and start dragging her further from the source of the sound, babbling in absolute panic.
Hebe lines up the shot, taking in a deep breath and hitting the noisy bastard in the neck twice, as the darts he had loaded into the rifle were calibrated for baselines. One shot might slow him down, depending on how Chaos-y he is, but two should definitely slow him down.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?“ Rocket shouted, attempting to pull herself away.
Being extra careful not to allow Mallory to come in contact with her bare skin. The shock had made Rocket to let some of her aura go, which wouldn't be a problem... But Mallory's body had started to shake and the air surrounding her took on that faint smell of ozone that made it clear her psykery was attempting to rebel against Rocket's Blank aura.
The crack of wood and pounding ceramite steps had Rocket looking back, mostly ignoring the struggling Psyker, her untrained body hardly a match to Rocket's bulk and fitness. What broke through the fence... Or rather, who. The Blank knew a Chaos Lord when she saw one, she had one of those in her house!
There was no chance of direct escape. Even if Rocket dialed her powers up, or used her hiding ability, Mallory's Bond to the Astartes would inevitably lead him to them. And Mallory was still screaming, body shaking— at some point, she had grabbed Rocket's hand, and the psykery was raging in her. Making her near-incoherent.
Mallory screamed something, shrill and accusatory, but it all faded into the background at the presence of a stronger enemy.
The Astartes was now watching them, helm tilted, chest heaving visibly even under the protective ceramite casing. Making no move to lunge as of yet— and Rocket directed 100% of her attention on him, even as her arms slowly but surely squeezed Mallory closer into position towards her. A faint scent of blood joined the smells of kicked dirt and ozone. The psyker's nose was bleeding. Rocket did not take her eyes off of the Chaos Lord's helm.
Something tapped against the juncture of his thigh and leg, where his armor was thinner, more flexible. A second dart hit him just as Rocket finally wrestled with the psyker and jabbed her tranq gun in the side of Mallory's neck. The human psyker went down like a bag of rocks.
Rocket squared up and stared at the Chaos Lord, standing over Mallory's body much like a very protective dachshund, or a Chihuahua.
At Vorca’s question, Alastor nodded. ‘I have had very few problems myself. Most do understand sign. Not to mention these devices do exist’ He pulled out his phone, demonstrating how to make the device speak out loud what he typed.
It was getting increasingly clear that he didn’t have a tongue, just a stump where it should be.
‘I could have had my tongue regrown at some point. Just didn’t seem important.’ Alastor commented by way of explanation.
====
Rushal carefully hugged Lullaby, mindful of the fact he was so much bigger and stronger. ‘It is good to see you two. Altani will be delighted if you come visit. She is catching up pretty well on where a child her age should be in her schooling. I don’t know where she gets the energy to run around the farm, finding every bird nest, berry patch and interesting critter.’
Even in sign, his fond affection for the one named Altani was plain to see. His daughter or something?
‘I will remain in the room if you need me to while Lullaby sets your bond to rights.’ He finally stated, letting Lullaby start to work.
Rose'd just handed off the both the turkey and cheese hand pie, and the berry oat bar to Zarrius the moment every Astartes with a vox froze before exploding into a flurry of activity. Including Brother Scintus, Venerable Ultramarine Dreadnought, who took off and out the door from the front desk at speed. In the fading thunder of his steps and the sudden whoosh of a jet pack, she almost missed Lullyby sprinting out of the Scout Protection Room. Almost.
Rose pivoted, took a sidestep and braced bofore catching the younger baseline mid stride in a tight hug, lifting their feet off the ground. They struggled in her grasp torn between wanting to get free and not wanting to hurt Rose.
"Let me down my foster guys are in danger! There's a catagory 4 bearing down on them." Rose squeezed tighter as Kopesh growled at her.
"Not half-cocked!" Rose grunted, carrying Luls the three steps to the nurses station before setting them down in front of Cato, Cedric and the cooler. "Eat! You go out there and you run out of juice you put your guys in more danger trying to pull you out." Rose thrust a berry bar and hand pie at the psycher. "Don't pull a me! hell I live out in the middle of the woods so I don't pull a me."
***
Marissa walked with down the street with Xonfried, the butterfly sleeved top concealing the point on her upper left arm where the residual limb and prosthetic met. "The bakery your brother and his Bonded run was really nice." She sighed inwardly flinching at some of the stares passersby gave to her arm. "It was nice to be able to take a moment together not doing physio-therapy, or dealing with the fallout from well, everything.
"I am glad we both had the time to do so." Xonfried automaticly shifted his body to shelter his bonded from the eyes of rude strangers with a pointed stare. He stopped Augmetic eye glinting in the light, claw scars on his chin making his sudden scowl more ferocious. His helmet locked into place. The two of them rounded a corner as the roar of a jet hit Marissa's ears.
Marissa barely had time to process the Very Unhinged looking astartes in massive blue and white armor staring down two women one of whom was unconscious. She had just enough time to see an astartes Scout moving towards the women doge at the worst possible angle when The Ultramarine Dreadnought Rocketeered in praticaly on top of him. She couldn't understand what the walking (and flying?!) tank yelled but it galvinized her bonded.
"Schwesterherz, Go to my bruders now!" Marissa didn't stop to ask questions, simply took off at a dead sprint back to towards the bakery.
note: Schwesterherz according to my search-engine-fu is a German endearment literally meaning sister-heart and colloquially meaning dear sister
Lord Huron Blackheart looks the mortal laughably attempting to block him from the mortal the warp had deemed belonged to him in a way he had only experienced once before, with the mortal’s mother.
He can feel the press of this strange mortal’s Blank abilities against his abilities, as well as the sting of two darts striking his body. He rumbles in the local language “Give me my bonded, mortal, and I am content to leave you - and the snipers attempting to subdue me - alone. She is mine by rite and warp.”
~ On the roof tops ~
Fuck! He didn’t go down!
We have back up incoming, now is not the time to panic. We shoot him again!
Keme and Hebe, though they are on different rooftops and at different vantage points, move as one, shifting position and taking aim before firing another dart each into the level 4’s soft spots. This formula should work on him, unless he is more heavily warp-blessed and mutated than he looks.
Xonfried spots the two snipers on the roof, taking aim and firing at the Heretical Traitor menacing the two mortals - one of whom having fainted possibly being overwhelmed by Transhuman Dread - and sprints towards what is likely to be an ugly confrontation if the traitor is not distracted.
He roars with his full chest “LEAVE THE MORTALS BE, HERETIC!” As he pulls his powersword from it’s sheath. He does not want to risk the mortals or the architecture if the heretic dodges his bolter rounds, so melee it is.
****
Cedric rests a light but also restraining hand on one of Mx Lullaby’s shoulders, to keep you from sprinting off before you recharge your witchy abilities. He channels as much calm and clear-headed feelings as he can muster and tries to radiate it at you.
He’s no psyker of course, but he is… Somewhat sure that your powers are partially empathic in nature, and having someone who is Being Calm at you should help to some extent. “There is a strike and welcome team already on their way to their location, and we will accompany you to assist as needed. But you must have your strength, as pouring from an empty cup will not help matters.”
Vorca is peering out into the hallway, having heard the frantic commotion. His hearts still ache, and there isn’t much he is sure he can do in this situation, but he would like to help, if able. “I would be willing to assist in either scouting the situation or in retrieving the astartes who may be in danger.”
He’s not sure what a level four means, but from the seriousness and worry coming from others, he imagines that it isn’t a good thing.
Alastor shakes his head ‘No, Vorca. A level 4 is *very* bad news. The Despoiler would be one such. If you recognize the name. So are *Custodes* You are still hurting. You need to recover, I think. So unless the apothecaries say it’s okay, please stay put?’
He looks quite concerned himself. One hand on Vorca’s shoulder. He’s apparently trying to be comforting.
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Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Meanwhile in an area surrounding Mallory's apartment building...
Rocket sniffed and scratched her nose, adjusting her leather jacket that covered the hidden wrist-mounted tranquilizer jab gun as she leisurely walked towards the nearest bench. She undid her long hair, using her shades to pin it back from her face, and leaned back onto the bench, lighting up a cigarette, laying in wait for her vict— subject of interest.
There was not a soul around, but a little tickle in the back of her neck told Rocket at least a single pair of eyes was watching her from above. She spread her arms, pushing out her chest — on it, was a t-shirt with the name of her band. It was a tall chance the errant psyker was much into heavy metal music, but on the off chance Mallory did indeed recognize Rocket, it would be far easier to get the Psyker to trust her.
Rocket's phone buzzed in her pocket but she ignored it. She had no time to check her emails or texts and all necessary mission Intel had already been gathered. Sit and wait, approach Psyker, attempt to convince Mallory to go with her, and if it all does not work, tag her and bag her with the tranq.
What could even go wrong with such a simple mission?
Mallory yawned and stretched as she watched her email account, the reddit post that she’d made, as well as the reddit DMs for the throwaway account that she had made specifically to ask the questions and explain herself.
As the minutes stretched on and nothing new came in, the untrained psyker shifted uncertainly in her chair. Did she have to make an appointment at one of the bases in Gannet Point, or should she just… Show up?
There are a lot of angry people about this post.
She suspected a good number of them might be Astartes. She is keenly aware of the violence and cruelty that Astartes are capable of - at least to some degree. Mallory winces and pushes back memories of what Lufgt had done to -
No.
No.
She was not going to go there today.
Mallory mentally shakes herself, as a sense of anxious restlessness overtakes her. She felt as though she was being watched, and considering the fact that there was a nonzero chance that at least one of the tech-minded marines could probably get through the VPN she uses to protect herself online…
She eyed her front door. It wouldn’t surprise her if one of the astartes-fuckers on Reddit would send the equivalent of a swat team, but the astartes version - after her for her crimes.
The back door it was. Mallory got up and entered her back yard, carefully closing and locking the door and starting to head for her back fence, where it led out into the woods -
And froze. A glaring, green bionic eye and the blue-white armor of the bastard gleamed in the afternoon sunlight.
Mallory swore and sprinted for the side gate, not realizing that she phased through the fence as she sprinted up her side yard and out to the street.
She was passing by someone who looked - familiar? And the world came to a screeching, deafening Silence!
Mallory lunged forward and grabbed the other woman’s arms, even as the suffocating silence screamed from all sides and her every instinct yelled for her to flee from her “We need to run. We need to run right now, that murderous bastard is too close.”
***
Vorca looks briefly at the pamphlets, but focuses on his older brother’s hands as he signs, nodding a little as he processes what the other signs. He answers back, handsome moving quickly “My vox did not do me much good, as it arrived broken, and finding the parts I think I need to repair it has been impossible… I am also not a tech marine and am concerned that I may have broken it more. Thank you for the information brother, and if I do have questions, I will be sure to ask. Do all of the cousins here read battle-sign, or will I need to write or talk?”
Vorca is able to talk it’s just… Really hard to do so right now, and signing feels more comfortable. Besides, Alastor is signing as well. He starts to read through the pamphlets one at a time.
(I feel like that makes sense - that he resents that Corvus changed the legion so much from what they used to be, and he feels alienated from his brothers - at least the brothers of the time he’s from?)
The door to the appointed Scout Protection Room creaks open with a gentle sound.
Of course all the Scouts therein were already listening with rapt attention to the...disagreement occurring in the halls.
"I mean what I said Zaariel!" One voice declared sharply. "Don't you roll your six or more eyes at me. Tercelle I hear you snickering. Honestly. 9ft tall Children the lot of you!"
"Oooh Momma's maaaad at Ya'll~." Another declares with a hint of mischief and melody. "But seriously Tercy I need to get in there and I need you to Promise." The new voice emphasizes. "That you won't try to kill Zaariel or bull charge the other Apothecaries. We all want to help the Scouts."
"Indeed. I'd have to try and fight you if you did and while I'd Relish the challenge, I'd rather not frighten some poor patient by getting thrown through a wall." A third raspy voice titters with a laugh at the end thats more like a cackle.
Some grumbling can be heard from the other side. Rushal just grins with his heavily scarred mouth, quickly signing to his younger cousin.
'At least you got a show out of all this. How delightful. But don't worry. The help coming now should alleviate even more than I can alone.'
Vorca seems unsure, but...he trusts this older brother. "I believe you."
But back to the door. It creaks open and a smaller body peaks in. Well, small compared to an Astartes at least, they're average for a baseline human.
"Heloo~ Anybody home?" The baseline chirps.
"And is anybody going to cause Problems? No? Good. Let's keep it that way." The dark raspy voice adds as the head its attached to peeks in as well. "Oh hello Alastor! You're looking as gruesomely ghoulish as ever."
Vorca is taken aback by the presence of a Nightlord of all things. AND one that speaks so...Casually?? To his older brother?? But Alastor doesn't even flinch, in fact, he lets out a...
Well its meant to be an amused bark or laugh, and it still mostly is, but the lack of a tongue causes it to be distorted slightly. He slaps his knee and then signs. 'Regular sleep and feed has been doing wonders for my ferocity. I can hardly keep Sevetar and my bonded's hands off me these days! Not that I'm complaining.'
The new Nightlord with his own mouth scar let's out another cackle. It's loud and sets Vorca even more on edge. But...he remains calm. If Alastor trusts these two...he will as well.
Mostly.
The baseline doesn't understand the signing, at least not fully, but they do greet Alastor with a cheerful. "Heeeey big guy! Come 'ere. Mmmm!" And even a hug!
A squeeze! An embrace!
Well maybe accepting his own hug from before wasn't as strange as he first thought. But still a Baseline being so willing and calm about embracing an Astartes as powerful and dangerous as his older brother??
While Vorca's mind is spinning Alastor gladly returns the squeeze with one arm, then makes more signs.
"He says Altani has been doing well with her learning exercises. She can now speak common almost perfectly. She also enjoys the word game you taught her regarding license plate letters. She does it with almost every vehicle she sees."
The baseline's face brightens up. "Really? That's wonderful! I'm so happy she's happy."
Alastor nods in agreement, then continues. The Nightlord translates.
"She also wants to know when you and Khopesh will come over for Dinner next. She wants to play Jenga and Mouse Trap with you again. What say you to this my Lullaby?"
So the Nightlord is Khopesh. And the human is Lullaby.
"Awww! That's so sweet! And yes we absolutely should get together for dinner again soon." You agree. "If you're comfortable...we've got some new roommates...fosters ah technically more but they might enjoy a visit too, especially for a board game night. Only with your permission of course."
Alastor's gaze becomes Very knowing, and smug. 'Drew more bodies into your orbits I see. Not surprising. And I am...not opposed to the idea. I will need to convene with the others in my house of course.'
"Naturally. Oh but onto convening for other reasons." Lullaby turns to Vorca. "How are you feeling hun?"
Vorca feels...suddenly yanked back into the present. "I uh...I..." He looks to Rushal for guidance.
The elder raven nods, gently placing a hand on his younger brother's shoulder.
Vorca takes a deep breath, and he slumps slightly. "It...it still Hurts." He says, honestly, timidly.
Heartbreakingly.
Alastor's presence had helped. It had taken his mind off the pain in his heart and soul, easing it.
But not removing it.
He locks eyes with this...psycher he supposes.
He doesn't know how that's possible here? But if they're the supposed expert he won't question it.
"Please...make it stop hurting."
Lullaby's eyes and expression are soft, they nod. "I will do what I can."
A small, fragile, baseline hand reaches out. After a moment of hesitation, Vorca gently places his upon it.
The feeling is instant.
Where once there was this...almost cold, biting itch, like thorns sinking into his heart. Instead slowly warmth seeps in, it was slow but inevitable, like the march of spring on winter's frozen grip.
And those sharp, icy, thorns, that acidic cold pain that had wrapped around his soul even before his so called 'Break Up' are gently cut and melted away.
A few more minutes pass, turning his insides from ice to thawing frost to tepid water and finally to something that feels warmed beneath the sun.
"Aaaaaand there. That should be the last of it." Lullaby declares, standing back up straight. The psycher stretches their fingers and rolls their shoulders to work out the kinks. "How are you feeling dear?"
He...he feels. "Better."
It doesn't suddenly make him happy. It doesn't magically stitch his broken heart back together.
But...instead it just feels like...the feeling of knowing he's no longer alone.
And that...seems like what his heart needs more than anything else right now.
Vorca can actually muster a small smile. Its not wide or grand, but it is true.
"I feel Better." He nods glancing to Rushal who gives him an affirming nod.
The human known as Lullaby grins. "I'm glad for that dear. I am very glad."
The happy moment is suddenly interrupted by Khopesh's custom vox tone.
Ocean Ma-an~ Take me by the Hand~
Lullaby's pulse picks up suddenly. Normally it wouldn't that goofy tone was Hebe's custom tone.
But knowing what they do about where Keme and Hebe are right now...
Khopesh has the same expression they do. Worry but also determination.
Hebe's voice is tight and only the extensive training he has as both an astartes and as an infiltration specialist is what allows him to keep his voice as steady as it is. "We have a problem. There's a level 4 astartes breaching the perimeter of the target's home. Renegade... No a Chaos Marine. Possibly both. His markings put him as a Lord.
He pauses for a moment and continues "The target is speaking with the Warp Antibiotic, urging her to flee with her. The target mentioned at least one Astartes stalker that she attempted to flee cross-country. I'm going to try tranq him to give us a bit more breathing room. We're going to need a welcoming-subduing party for the level 4."
He's tracking the warlord as he charges through the fence - the sound of ceramite on wood a horrible, shrieking sound that both of the mortals on the other side of the building and street heard, which caused the target to physically grab the Warp Antibiotic and start dragging her further from the source of the sound, babbling in absolute panic.
Hebe lines up the shot, taking in a deep breath and hitting the noisy bastard in the neck twice, as the darts he had loaded into the rifle were calibrated for baselines. One shot might slow him down, depending on how Chaos-y he is, but two should definitely slow him down.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?“ Rocket shouted, attempting to pull herself away.
Being extra careful not to allow Mallory to come in contact with her bare skin. The shock had made Rocket to let some of her aura go, which wouldn't be a problem... But Mallory's body had started to shake and the air surrounding her took on that faint smell of ozone that made it clear her psykery was attempting to rebel against Rocket's Blank aura.
The crack of wood and pounding ceramite steps had Rocket looking back, mostly ignoring the struggling Psyker, her untrained body hardly a match to Rocket's bulk and fitness. What broke through the fence... Or rather, who. The Blank knew a Chaos Lord when she saw one, she had one of those in her house!
There was no chance of direct escape. Even if Rocket dialed her powers up, or used her hiding ability, Mallory's Bond to the Astartes would inevitably lead him to them. And Mallory was still screaming, body shaking— at some point, she had grabbed Rocket's hand, and the psykery was raging in her. Making her near-incoherent.
Mallory screamed something, shrill and accusatory, but it all faded into the background at the presence of a stronger enemy.
The Astartes was now watching them, helm tilted, chest heaving visibly even under the protective ceramite casing. Making no move to lunge as of yet— and Rocket directed 100% of her attention on him, even as her arms slowly but surely squeezed Mallory closer into position towards her. A faint scent of blood joined the smells of kicked dirt and ozone. The psyker's nose was bleeding. Rocket did not take her eyes off of the Chaos Lord's helm.
Something tapped against the juncture of his thigh and leg, where his armor was thinner, more flexible. A second dart hit him just as Rocket finally wrestled with the psyker and jabbed her tranq gun in the side of Mallory's neck. The human psyker went down like a bag of rocks.
Rocket squared up and stared at the Chaos Lord, standing over Mallory's body much like a very protective dachshund, or a Chihuahua.
At Vorca’s question, Alastor nodded. ‘I have had very few problems myself. Most do understand sign. Not to mention these devices do exist’ He pulled out his phone, demonstrating how to make the device speak out loud what he typed.
It was getting increasingly clear that he didn’t have a tongue, just a stump where it should be.
‘I could have had my tongue regrown at some point. Just didn’t seem important.’ Alastor commented by way of explanation.
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Rushal carefully hugged Lullaby, mindful of the fact he was so much bigger and stronger. ‘It is good to see you two. Altani will be delighted if you come visit. She is catching up pretty well on where a child her age should be in her schooling. I don’t know where she gets the energy to run around the farm, finding every bird nest, berry patch and interesting critter.’
Even in sign, his fond affection for the one named Altani was plain to see. His daughter or something?
‘I will remain in the room if you need me to while Lullaby sets your bond to rights.’ He finally stated, letting Lullaby start to work.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
***
Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
***
Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
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Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
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To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
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To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
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To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
To @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws from @LivingLaVidaCoola:
I'm trying to find a good therapist. It's hard to find one in a completely new city, okay? Get off my ass
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To: Amonhep
From: Cedric
Have I made any missteps, sir?
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Vorca looks over at his older brother, and blinks. It takes him a couple of moments before his hands begin to move, trembling with exhaustion, pain and sorrow "It's an honor to meet you, sir. I am battle brother Vorca. A hug would be welcome, sir. And... Thank you, sir."
Alastor makes a noise that might be a laugh. Before continuing to sign. ‘No need to be so formal, Vorca. Alastor will do.’ He hasn’t actually spoken a single word, it’s all been sign.
‘From what I was told, you were unfortunate enough to run into a woman who seems to have issues with Astartes. You were not the first so hurt, sadly.’
Alastor made a grumbling noise, realizing that hecouldn’t hug and talk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Vorca, drawing him close. Soft cooing noises of comfort coming from his throat as he rubbed Vorca’s back.
Alastor was warm, and held him so carefully and tenderly. Seemingly reluctant to let go anytime soon.
He should be a little terrifying, what with all those scars, not just on his face. What had this giant even been through?
(Forgive me if it’s been mentioned, but what time is Vorca from?)
Vorca has noted that the older Raven Guard hasn't spoken aloud - but some of his brothers are nonverbal for a variety of reasons. His size and scarring are impressive and a little intimidating... But he can also tell that the other means no harm.
he hugs the other back tightly, burying his face into one of the other's shoulders, shaking a little as tears stream down his face. He really had done all that he could in order to try and accommodate his bonded. He doesn't really remember how he'd gotten to this medbay room, either. He'd...
He remembered leaving his (former?) bonded's home and stumbled towards a nearby park to try and sort out his thoughts and feelings. He'd been so tired and heart-sore and had closed his eyes for a few moments -
then he woke up in a medical cot with a stern-faced Thousand Son. Vorca does not want to let go for some time, either.
Rose, what every your thinking about typing send it. It opens a path where less catastrophic options have the potential for marginally less dire potentials.
Warn the toxic idiot.
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Reply to LivingLaVidaCoola From TaleSpinner823:
Changing to More Info with a healthy side of do not dox yourself.
Oh Hell. Context's kinda important. Your first post basically reads like the most narcissistic self absorbed permanently adolescent sociopathic rant I've ever encounter. Projected some of my metric ton of trauma. With more context, please don't dox yourself, you are in a horrificaly bad everybody loses situation.
To summarize:
You have the Sight. You can see bonds, probably other ridiculous spooky bullshit. I don't have it but runs in my family even if it always skips a generation. My aunt who has it gave me the run down in case I ever had kids even though I'm in the off generation.
You've had a fuck pile of astartes related bad shit, including other peoples Bonds transferring to you if I read that one bit correct. Bonds that won't break at a simple rejection: which is what it takes on either side 99.99999% of the time.
Bonds you've experenced and/or Seen actually feed on the self/lifeforce/psyche of at least one party
To synthesize with what you said with I know:
Good News/Bad News:
The Sight is almost never the only bit of spooky shit someone has. In my family is shows up as dousing that actually works and the odd premonition. Untrained Spooky shit Atracts Trouble
Good news:
If you have other spooky shit that you haven't learned how to use and fully control there's a stellar chance if you lock it down, you're not gonna be catnip for astartes, or spooky Chaos-y crap.
Bad news:
The only people I know of that can teach spooky shit so it doesn't go catastrophicaly bad are all astartes or astartes adjecent.
Worse News:
Courtesy of Black Templars being... well Black Templars and finding out because they fucked around the more times a person snaps a bond the more fucked up each subsequent bond will be. And the highter the probability more fucked up individual whatever causes bonds will throw in your path. Unless you've already met some of the real bastards who live out in the deep wildnerss, you have no idea. There are fuckers that look the roving crusades of BTs look friendly and sane.
Another fact we know mostly because of Black Templars, individuals who break enough bonds inivatabley end up with bonds that bind so tightly that neither party is able to break the bone.
Whether you like it or not, meant it or not, or even believe it or not, if you don't have a kill count with how you've broken your unwanted bonds it's divine intervention.
According to my Aunt, Bonds normaly look like being tied togeather with attack plants. Soemtimes their all pretty and happy with nice associations. Other times it's like seeing people traped in the thornes leading to sleeping beauty's castle. If you're seeing bonds manifesting as actual chains that is and I quote "really bad bad juju."
I've told you everything the I know of that pertains to what you've described. You've got more info to run your own risk analysis.
So the ghosts and other things isn't me losing my mind? Greaaat. Cool cool cool. Fuck!
God I wish a simple "no thank you" would work. I've tried. Heavens know I tried. It didn't work and the no made things. So much worse. Hence the deliberate emotional sabotage so they fuck off first.
Not all the bonds I've seen manifested as chains. But... Enough of them have. My mother and that bastard were one such kind. I begged and told her that his chains would suffocate her to death. She never listened to my warnings. I was right about them suffocating her to death, not that I had anything but my word against his as to what happened that night.
The parasitic roots I've seen latched onto normal people as they fade and fall into-
that. That was real? fuck
Good News:
I would really, really like to not be catnip for astartes anymore
Bad News:
fuck me sideways, who are the astartes-adjacent people? Do you mind if I private message you about it? I... Really don't want to encounter more astartes until whatever the fuck curse this is, is under control
I thought grandmother was joking about the family curse. fuck fuck fuck
Worse News:
This was the only way I could drive the bastards away - that or flee the city/country and doing the latter is expensive as fuck and not fast.
the kill count comment is. Ominous. But given what I've seen of the bonds between us humans and astartes... I'm not surprised that bonds can kill. THey've just slowly killed the humans, or were before. Before the bond transferred to me and I had to drive the bastards away before I would be eaten
They were some absolutely rancid-vibes oversized bastards. No matter their alleged alignment
Amonhep to Cedric: you have not made an errorr- but you did have an insight i wished to speak with you about. "Why are their emotions bleeding" I saw you write.
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Email chain: all
Sometimes it's needed so that worse stuff doesn't happen. We have Tech types and others monitoring this chat so most won't be able to view what Lady Rose sent.
- Torglite of Rot Bone
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Hura to Rocket: perhaps you could try and speak with @livinglavidacoola in person about some of their issues? Their reactions to what you are will be rather immediate for an untrained Psyker to a Trained Blank. Slightly random thought- there is a rather darling young Ultramarine- Olly i want you to meet. I think hes mildly Blank and untrained.
Alastor obliges, holding Vorca tenderly for as long as he wants. Stroking his back, letting him cry himself out.
He almost wishes for his tongue back. The poor younger brother. He’s had a rough time of it. Through no fault of his own. At first he had wanted to really hurt the woman, but Altani had smacked his arm and told him no.
He keeps mouthing words of comfort. It doesn’t matter where Vorca is from, he realizes. Deliverance or Terra. He’s a younger brother in need. It’s a heady feeling. Maybe, just maybe, Isstvan V wasn’t the last time he had anything to do with the Raven Guard.
If Vorca looks up at Alastor’s face at some point, he shifts a little so he can quickly sign. ‘The people here can help you. They are good people.’
Vorca holds onto Alastor until he cries himself out. Once he does, he pulls away a little, wiping his face dry and signs back "Good to know. I am still trying to find my feet here on Ancient Terra."
Trying to find other brothers has been difficult, though Vorca is keenly aware of the fact that his chapter is stealthy and tends towards small numbers compared to most other chapters.
Alastor nods. ‘If you need help finding other brothers, they can help there as well.’ He makes no move to pull away. ‘I thought Isstvan V was the last time I would see any brothers, but here we are.’
Rushal thought he was doing good. But he can’t shake the thought that he had been at least somewhat unkind in cutting ties as he did. The legion was changing, yes. But…
He shakes his head. ‘Apologies. Memories. I am sorry you went through what you did. You did not deserve to be caught up in her issues, little brother. Let us know what you need, and these people will do their best to help.
Vorca nods, though the does fidget with his hands a little before signing back “I would like to meet other brothers, if they are amenable.” His eyes widen further at the mention of that cursed, betrayal-death filled misery.
He had not realized that the older brother before him had been one of those who had likely fallen in that treacherous, miserable battle by the hand of vile traitors who had been thought to be allies and brothers at arms at the time.
“Memories, good and bad haunt us all, Alastor. I just… I could tell that something was off, but did not know where or who to turn to.” Vorca confessed. From what he had read on the Ancient Terran Noosphere, those astartes who had bonds were ecstatic to have them, and claimed that they were well loved and cherished. Which was good for them, but had felt… So terribly isolating.
Alastor nodded. ‘Yours is not the first bond I have heard of going wrong. Always tragic when it happens. Nobody is happy with her for it. There is base housing to be had, if you so wish. The Alliance looks after its own. Now, there are Astartes from all over the timeline here. Before and after the Heresy. Have anyone explained about the Alliance and how things work here?’
It didn’t occur to Alastor to offer his own place. While there was room, not many people could cope with sharing a farm with Sevatar, Sigismund, occasionally Sevatar’s nephew, and a ten year old astropath.
Sabriel will fly me. It'll take about 60-90 minutes to get there. Please pass on to your snipers that Sabriel (winged Lamenter, yellow armor, please don't shoot him) will drop me off around the block from Mallory. I'll loiter until she comes out - I don't think sticking an unstable Psyker and a Blank together in close quarters is a good idea. Unless you wish me to treat her as a Hostile Target, in which case I cannot guarantee her survival (and you need to file the appropriate paperwork with my Base Commander for that anyway).
About to meet with injured RG. Good to hear Alastor is keeping him calm. Also meat pie was Delicious.
Signed Cross Faction Bond Specialist
...
"Thank you so much. Oh my goodness. Mm!" Lullaby takes a huge bite from the pie as soon as they manage to unwrap it from the wax paper around it.
"I told you to grab something as we left." Khopesh chides gently. There's not really anger in it just teasing. He takes his own pie as well.
Rose is a bit less amused. "You didn't Feed yourself before leaving?"
"Mm! Didn't think there was time. Didn't know how long that EC had been holding out." You counter, finally feeling able to slow down and less like you're about to fall over. "I can eat later. Didn't know if he'd last with a delay."
Rose huffs, crossing her arms but she relents. "Fair enough."
"Still, you work better when you're fed." Khopesh replies, ruffling Lullaby's hair.
"True. And there's more work to be done. Speaking of which, where are Keme and Hebe right now?"
Khopesh is about to answer with whatever assignments they'd been given today but a chime comes over the message app.
I have let the relevant parties know of you and Sabriel's arrival.
- Hura
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Zaarius lets out a dramatic gasp at Rose's words. "Lady Rose! Please have mercy on this poor soul." He starts clutching at his chest in playful dramatic as he moves from side to side a little. He spots Cato signing at Cedric, he backs off and away from where he was 'deviling' his brother- which was him mostly trying to do his job and not heckle the overopinated and overrated Tercelle.
It did not occur to Vorca to ask if he could stay specifically with Alastor - in part because the younger Raven Guard suspected that the other might live on one of the bases - or perhaps close by. He shakes his head when the other asks about what he knows about local protocol “They have not, sir. I arrived in the wilderness and as soon as I made it to civilization, I found myself bound to… To Miss Mallory and everything was overwhelming and my vox was damaged, so I was working on trying to repair it and trying to figure out who I should approach.”
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Cedric’s gaze fixes on Cato as he watches the other sign swiftly, starting to sign back just as quickly, answering the commander’s questions as best as he could. He nods politely to Lady Rose.
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DM from LivingLaVidaCoola to TaleSpinner893:
I will keep that warning in mind, although I… I have to say, the thought of whatever curse or whatever Spooky Shit that has been afflicting me for… Quite a while to be turned off, if only for a little while actually sounds nice.
I did not know that about the alliance. None of the astartes I have been bonded to mentioned it once. To be fair to Vorca, which I… I will admit that I haven’t been, he did say outright once he had enough of a grasp of one of the languages I speak that he did not know where he was. The others… I am pretty sure had been on earth for long enough to know this.
At least, that horrific bastard of an Astral Claw sure as fuck had been. The Iron Hand and the thousand son, too. Maybe not the EC?
I… Happen to be close to one of those cities, as a matter of fact. While I am… Wary about going to where a bunch of apparently pissed off at me astartes might be, I will reach out to [email protected] and try to speak with them. I… Can only hope that they respond.
Your information has been very helpful, and I am grateful that you’ve taken the time to speak with me, despite our initial interaction being… Not good on either of our parts.
I… I hope your bond continues to be a healthy one? I wonder if the spooky shit I do could help at some point? Lethal bonds are horrific to watch.
Subject line: Please help me deal with Spooky Shit
God morning/affternoon/evening, depending on what it is today.
… Fuck I don’t know how to do this.
I very much hope that the information I was given about you was right.
I was given your email address by someone who claimed that you knew about the Spooky Shit and that you could turn it off? I have some sort of family curse that has afflicted me since I was a child.
I… fuck I am going o sound absolutely fucking crazy, especially if this is just a random email.
Nevermind. This is a troll email. Hahaha gooot youuuu
Alastor immediately pulled out a stack of pamphlets from his belt pouch. The usual assortment. Though he did peel one off and put it on the bedside table. ‘There are pamphlets. The one I put aside is about bonds. That can wait until later. Given your experience I would suggest amending it to add the less perfect variants at any rate.’
As he handed over the pamphlets, Astartes sized, and in Gothic, he grinned. “You had your vox with you? Lucky. I arrived with nothing but a chainsword.’
He was quite certain there were baseline women who had been staring. Which had been an ego boost, he wouldn’t lie.
Indeed, Alastor wasn’t in armor, though his fatigues were Raven Guard black. And the shirt looked like he might burst out of it if he took a deep breath.
Did Vorca even know that this was M3 Terra, poor guy?
‘Take your time reading. I am going nowhere. If you have questions, ask. I can’t guarantee I know the answer, but someone around is bound to.’
Alastor found himself considering maybe he should get more involved with his fellow Ravens.
(Guys, I have a thought about Rushal’s beef with Corvus.
Rushal is Terran, one of the Pale Nomads who were the original legion before Corvus.
Until Corvus arrived, the Raven Guard way was the Pale Nomad way. But Corvus changed the legion culture. I can see that pissing Alastor off)
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
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Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
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To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
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To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
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To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
To @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws from @LivingLaVidaCoola:
I'm trying to find a good therapist. It's hard to find one in a completely new city, okay? Get off my ass
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To: Amonhep
From: Cedric
Have I made any missteps, sir?
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Vorca looks over at his older brother, and blinks. It takes him a couple of moments before his hands begin to move, trembling with exhaustion, pain and sorrow "It's an honor to meet you, sir. I am battle brother Vorca. A hug would be welcome, sir. And... Thank you, sir."
Alastor makes a noise that might be a laugh. Before continuing to sign. ‘No need to be so formal, Vorca. Alastor will do.’ He hasn’t actually spoken a single word, it’s all been sign.
‘From what I was told, you were unfortunate enough to run into a woman who seems to have issues with Astartes. You were not the first so hurt, sadly.’
Alastor made a grumbling noise, realizing that hecouldn’t hug and talk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Vorca, drawing him close. Soft cooing noises of comfort coming from his throat as he rubbed Vorca’s back.
Alastor was warm, and held him so carefully and tenderly. Seemingly reluctant to let go anytime soon.
He should be a little terrifying, what with all those scars, not just on his face. What had this giant even been through?
(Forgive me if it’s been mentioned, but what time is Vorca from?)
Vorca has noted that the older Raven Guard hasn't spoken aloud - but some of his brothers are nonverbal for a variety of reasons. His size and scarring are impressive and a little intimidating... But he can also tell that the other means no harm.
he hugs the other back tightly, burying his face into one of the other's shoulders, shaking a little as tears stream down his face. He really had done all that he could in order to try and accommodate his bonded. He doesn't really remember how he'd gotten to this medbay room, either. He'd...
He remembered leaving his (former?) bonded's home and stumbled towards a nearby park to try and sort out his thoughts and feelings. He'd been so tired and heart-sore and had closed his eyes for a few moments -
then he woke up in a medical cot with a stern-faced Thousand Son. Vorca does not want to let go for some time, either.
Rose, what every your thinking about typing send it. It opens a path where less catastrophic options have the potential for marginally less dire potentials.
Warn the toxic idiot.
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Reply to LivingLaVidaCoola From TaleSpinner823:
Changing to More Info with a healthy side of do not dox yourself.
Oh Hell. Context's kinda important. Your first post basically reads like the most narcissistic self absorbed permanently adolescent sociopathic rant I've ever encounter. Projected some of my metric ton of trauma. With more context, please don't dox yourself, you are in a horrificaly bad everybody loses situation.
To summarize:
You have the Sight. You can see bonds, probably other ridiculous spooky bullshit. I don't have it but runs in my family even if it always skips a generation. My aunt who has it gave me the run down in case I ever had kids even though I'm in the off generation.
You've had a fuck pile of astartes related bad shit, including other peoples Bonds transferring to you if I read that one bit correct. Bonds that won't break at a simple rejection: which is what it takes on either side 99.99999% of the time.
Bonds you've experenced and/or Seen actually feed on the self/lifeforce/psyche of at least one party
To synthesize with what you said with I know:
Good News/Bad News:
The Sight is almost never the only bit of spooky shit someone has. In my family is shows up as dousing that actually works and the odd premonition. Untrained Spooky shit Atracts Trouble
Good news:
If you have other spooky shit that you haven't learned how to use and fully control there's a stellar chance if you lock it down, you're not gonna be catnip for astartes, or spooky Chaos-y crap.
Bad news:
The only people I know of that can teach spooky shit so it doesn't go catastrophicaly bad are all astartes or astartes adjecent.
Worse News:
Courtesy of Black Templars being... well Black Templars and finding out because they fucked around the more times a person snaps a bond the more fucked up each subsequent bond will be. And the highter the probability more fucked up individual whatever causes bonds will throw in your path. Unless you've already met some of the real bastards who live out in the deep wildnerss, you have no idea. There are fuckers that look the roving crusades of BTs look friendly and sane.
Another fact we know mostly because of Black Templars, individuals who break enough bonds inivatabley end up with bonds that bind so tightly that neither party is able to break the bone.
Whether you like it or not, meant it or not, or even believe it or not, if you don't have a kill count with how you've broken your unwanted bonds it's divine intervention.
According to my Aunt, Bonds normaly look like being tied togeather with attack plants. Soemtimes their all pretty and happy with nice associations. Other times it's like seeing people traped in the thornes leading to sleeping beauty's castle. If you're seeing bonds manifesting as actual chains that is and I quote "really bad bad juju."
I've told you everything the I know of that pertains to what you've described. You've got more info to run your own risk analysis.
So the ghosts and other things isn't me losing my mind? Greaaat. Cool cool cool. Fuck!
God I wish a simple "no thank you" would work. I've tried. Heavens know I tried. It didn't work and the no made things. So much worse. Hence the deliberate emotional sabotage so they fuck off first.
Not all the bonds I've seen manifested as chains. But... Enough of them have. My mother and that bastard were one such kind. I begged and told her that his chains would suffocate her to death. She never listened to my warnings. I was right about them suffocating her to death, not that I had anything but my word against his as to what happened that night.
The parasitic roots I've seen latched onto normal people as they fade and fall into-
that. That was real? fuck
Good News:
I would really, really like to not be catnip for astartes anymore
Bad News:
fuck me sideways, who are the astartes-adjacent people? Do you mind if I private message you about it? I... Really don't want to encounter more astartes until whatever the fuck curse this is, is under control
I thought grandmother was joking about the family curse. fuck fuck fuck
Worse News:
This was the only way I could drive the bastards away - that or flee the city/country and doing the latter is expensive as fuck and not fast.
the kill count comment is. Ominous. But given what I've seen of the bonds between us humans and astartes... I'm not surprised that bonds can kill. THey've just slowly killed the humans, or were before. Before the bond transferred to me and I had to drive the bastards away before I would be eaten
They were some absolutely rancid-vibes oversized bastards. No matter their alleged alignment
Amonhep to Cedric: you have not made an errorr- but you did have an insight i wished to speak with you about. "Why are their emotions bleeding" I saw you write.
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Email chain: all
Sometimes it's needed so that worse stuff doesn't happen. We have Tech types and others monitoring this chat so most won't be able to view what Lady Rose sent.
- Torglite of Rot Bone
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Hura to Rocket: perhaps you could try and speak with @livinglavidacoola in person about some of their issues? Their reactions to what you are will be rather immediate for an untrained Psyker to a Trained Blank. Slightly random thought- there is a rather darling young Ultramarine- Olly i want you to meet. I think hes mildly Blank and untrained.
Alastor obliges, holding Vorca tenderly for as long as he wants. Stroking his back, letting him cry himself out.
He almost wishes for his tongue back. The poor younger brother. He’s had a rough time of it. Through no fault of his own. At first he had wanted to really hurt the woman, but Altani had smacked his arm and told him no.
He keeps mouthing words of comfort. It doesn’t matter where Vorca is from, he realizes. Deliverance or Terra. He’s a younger brother in need. It’s a heady feeling. Maybe, just maybe, Isstvan V wasn’t the last time he had anything to do with the Raven Guard.
If Vorca looks up at Alastor’s face at some point, he shifts a little so he can quickly sign. ‘The people here can help you. They are good people.’
Vorca holds onto Alastor until he cries himself out. Once he does, he pulls away a little, wiping his face dry and signs back "Good to know. I am still trying to find my feet here on Ancient Terra."
Trying to find other brothers has been difficult, though Vorca is keenly aware of the fact that his chapter is stealthy and tends towards small numbers compared to most other chapters.
Alastor nods. ‘If you need help finding other brothers, they can help there as well.’ He makes no move to pull away. ‘I thought Isstvan V was the last time I would see any brothers, but here we are.’
Rushal thought he was doing good. But he can’t shake the thought that he had been at least somewhat unkind in cutting ties as he did. The legion was changing, yes. But…
He shakes his head. ‘Apologies. Memories. I am sorry you went through what you did. You did not deserve to be caught up in her issues, little brother. Let us know what you need, and these people will do their best to help.
Vorca nods, though the does fidget with his hands a little before signing back “I would like to meet other brothers, if they are amenable.” His eyes widen further at the mention of that cursed, betrayal-death filled misery.
He had not realized that the older brother before him had been one of those who had likely fallen in that treacherous, miserable battle by the hand of vile traitors who had been thought to be allies and brothers at arms at the time.
“Memories, good and bad haunt us all, Alastor. I just… I could tell that something was off, but did not know where or who to turn to.” Vorca confessed. From what he had read on the Ancient Terran Noosphere, those astartes who had bonds were ecstatic to have them, and claimed that they were well loved and cherished. Which was good for them, but had felt… So terribly isolating.
Alastor nodded. ‘Yours is not the first bond I have heard of going wrong. Always tragic when it happens. Nobody is happy with her for it. There is base housing to be had, if you so wish. The Alliance looks after its own. Now, there are Astartes from all over the timeline here. Before and after the Heresy. Have anyone explained about the Alliance and how things work here?’
It didn’t occur to Alastor to offer his own place. While there was room, not many people could cope with sharing a farm with Sevatar, Sigismund, occasionally Sevatar’s nephew, and a ten year old astropath.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
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Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
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To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
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To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
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To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
To @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws from @LivingLaVidaCoola:
I'm trying to find a good therapist. It's hard to find one in a completely new city, okay? Get off my ass
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To: Amonhep
From: Cedric
Have I made any missteps, sir?
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Vorca looks over at his older brother, and blinks. It takes him a couple of moments before his hands begin to move, trembling with exhaustion, pain and sorrow "It's an honor to meet you, sir. I am battle brother Vorca. A hug would be welcome, sir. And... Thank you, sir."
Alastor makes a noise that might be a laugh. Before continuing to sign. ‘No need to be so formal, Vorca. Alastor will do.’ He hasn’t actually spoken a single word, it’s all been sign.
‘From what I was told, you were unfortunate enough to run into a woman who seems to have issues with Astartes. You were not the first so hurt, sadly.’
Alastor made a grumbling noise, realizing that hecouldn’t hug and talk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Vorca, drawing him close. Soft cooing noises of comfort coming from his throat as he rubbed Vorca’s back.
Alastor was warm, and held him so carefully and tenderly. Seemingly reluctant to let go anytime soon.
He should be a little terrifying, what with all those scars, not just on his face. What had this giant even been through?
(Forgive me if it’s been mentioned, but what time is Vorca from?)
Vorca has noted that the older Raven Guard hasn't spoken aloud - but some of his brothers are nonverbal for a variety of reasons. His size and scarring are impressive and a little intimidating... But he can also tell that the other means no harm.
he hugs the other back tightly, burying his face into one of the other's shoulders, shaking a little as tears stream down his face. He really had done all that he could in order to try and accommodate his bonded. He doesn't really remember how he'd gotten to this medbay room, either. He'd...
He remembered leaving his (former?) bonded's home and stumbled towards a nearby park to try and sort out his thoughts and feelings. He'd been so tired and heart-sore and had closed his eyes for a few moments -
then he woke up in a medical cot with a stern-faced Thousand Son. Vorca does not want to let go for some time, either.
Rose, what every your thinking about typing send it. It opens a path where less catastrophic options have the potential for marginally less dire potentials.
Warn the toxic idiot.
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Reply to LivingLaVidaCoola From TaleSpinner823:
Changing to More Info with a healthy side of do not dox yourself.
Oh Hell. Context's kinda important. Your first post basically reads like the most narcissistic self absorbed permanently adolescent sociopathic rant I've ever encounter. Projected some of my metric ton of trauma. With more context, please don't dox yourself, you are in a horrificaly bad everybody loses situation.
To summarize:
You have the Sight. You can see bonds, probably other ridiculous spooky bullshit. I don't have it but runs in my family even if it always skips a generation. My aunt who has it gave me the run down in case I ever had kids even though I'm in the off generation.
You've had a fuck pile of astartes related bad shit, including other peoples Bonds transferring to you if I read that one bit correct. Bonds that won't break at a simple rejection: which is what it takes on either side 99.99999% of the time.
Bonds you've experenced and/or Seen actually feed on the self/lifeforce/psyche of at least one party
To synthesize with what you said with I know:
Good News/Bad News:
The Sight is almost never the only bit of spooky shit someone has. In my family is shows up as dousing that actually works and the odd premonition. Untrained Spooky shit Atracts Trouble
Good news:
If you have other spooky shit that you haven't learned how to use and fully control there's a stellar chance if you lock it down, you're not gonna be catnip for astartes, or spooky Chaos-y crap.
Bad news:
The only people I know of that can teach spooky shit so it doesn't go catastrophicaly bad are all astartes or astartes adjecent.
Worse News:
Courtesy of Black Templars being... well Black Templars and finding out because they fucked around the more times a person snaps a bond the more fucked up each subsequent bond will be. And the highter the probability more fucked up individual whatever causes bonds will throw in your path. Unless you've already met some of the real bastards who live out in the deep wildnerss, you have no idea. There are fuckers that look the roving crusades of BTs look friendly and sane.
Another fact we know mostly because of Black Templars, individuals who break enough bonds inivatabley end up with bonds that bind so tightly that neither party is able to break the bone.
Whether you like it or not, meant it or not, or even believe it or not, if you don't have a kill count with how you've broken your unwanted bonds it's divine intervention.
According to my Aunt, Bonds normaly look like being tied togeather with attack plants. Soemtimes their all pretty and happy with nice associations. Other times it's like seeing people traped in the thornes leading to sleeping beauty's castle. If you're seeing bonds manifesting as actual chains that is and I quote "really bad bad juju."
I've told you everything the I know of that pertains to what you've described. You've got more info to run your own risk analysis.
So the ghosts and other things isn't me losing my mind? Greaaat. Cool cool cool. Fuck!
God I wish a simple "no thank you" would work. I've tried. Heavens know I tried. It didn't work and the no made things. So much worse. Hence the deliberate emotional sabotage so they fuck off first.
Not all the bonds I've seen manifested as chains. But... Enough of them have. My mother and that bastard were one such kind. I begged and told her that his chains would suffocate her to death. She never listened to my warnings. I was right about them suffocating her to death, not that I had anything but my word against his as to what happened that night.
The parasitic roots I've seen latched onto normal people as they fade and fall into-
that. That was real? fuck
Good News:
I would really, really like to not be catnip for astartes anymore
Bad News:
fuck me sideways, who are the astartes-adjacent people? Do you mind if I private message you about it? I... Really don't want to encounter more astartes until whatever the fuck curse this is, is under control
I thought grandmother was joking about the family curse. fuck fuck fuck
Worse News:
This was the only way I could drive the bastards away - that or flee the city/country and doing the latter is expensive as fuck and not fast.
the kill count comment is. Ominous. But given what I've seen of the bonds between us humans and astartes... I'm not surprised that bonds can kill. THey've just slowly killed the humans, or were before. Before the bond transferred to me and I had to drive the bastards away before I would be eaten
They were some absolutely rancid-vibes oversized bastards. No matter their alleged alignment
Amonhep to Cedric: you have not made an errorr- but you did have an insight i wished to speak with you about. "Why are their emotions bleeding" I saw you write.
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Email chain: all
Sometimes it's needed so that worse stuff doesn't happen. We have Tech types and others monitoring this chat so most won't be able to view what Lady Rose sent.
- Torglite of Rot Bone
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Hura to Rocket: perhaps you could try and speak with @livinglavidacoola in person about some of their issues? Their reactions to what you are will be rather immediate for an untrained Psyker to a Trained Blank. Slightly random thought- there is a rather darling young Ultramarine- Olly i want you to meet. I think hes mildly Blank and untrained.
Alastor obliges, holding Vorca tenderly for as long as he wants. Stroking his back, letting him cry himself out.
He almost wishes for his tongue back. The poor younger brother. He’s had a rough time of it. Through no fault of his own. At first he had wanted to really hurt the woman, but Altani had smacked his arm and told him no.
He keeps mouthing words of comfort. It doesn’t matter where Vorca is from, he realizes. Deliverance or Terra. He’s a younger brother in need. It’s a heady feeling. Maybe, just maybe, Isstvan V wasn’t the last time he had anything to do with the Raven Guard.
If Vorca looks up at Alastor’s face at some point, he shifts a little so he can quickly sign. ‘The people here can help you. They are good people.’
Vorca holds onto Alastor until he cries himself out. Once he does, he pulls away a little, wiping his face dry and signs back "Good to know. I am still trying to find my feet here on Ancient Terra."
Trying to find other brothers has been difficult, though Vorca is keenly aware of the fact that his chapter is stealthy and tends towards small numbers compared to most other chapters.
Alastor nods. ‘If you need help finding other brothers, they can help there as well.’ He makes no move to pull away. ‘I thought Isstvan V was the last time I would see any brothers, but here we are.’
Rushal thought he was doing good. But he can’t shake the thought that he had been at least somewhat unkind in cutting ties as he did. The legion was changing, yes. But…
He shakes his head. ‘Apologies. Memories. I am sorry you went through what you did. You did not deserve to be caught up in her issues, little brother. Let us know what you need, and these people will do their best to help.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
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Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
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To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
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To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
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To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
To @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws from @LivingLaVidaCoola:
I'm trying to find a good therapist. It's hard to find one in a completely new city, okay? Get off my ass
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To: Amonhep
From: Cedric
Have I made any missteps, sir?
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Vorca looks over at his older brother, and blinks. It takes him a couple of moments before his hands begin to move, trembling with exhaustion, pain and sorrow "It's an honor to meet you, sir. I am battle brother Vorca. A hug would be welcome, sir. And... Thank you, sir."
Alastor makes a noise that might be a laugh. Before continuing to sign. ‘No need to be so formal, Vorca. Alastor will do.’ He hasn’t actually spoken a single word, it’s all been sign.
‘From what I was told, you were unfortunate enough to run into a woman who seems to have issues with Astartes. You were not the first so hurt, sadly.’
Alastor made a grumbling noise, realizing that hecouldn’t hug and talk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Vorca, drawing him close. Soft cooing noises of comfort coming from his throat as he rubbed Vorca’s back.
Alastor was warm, and held him so carefully and tenderly. Seemingly reluctant to let go anytime soon.
He should be a little terrifying, what with all those scars, not just on his face. What had this giant even been through?
(Forgive me if it’s been mentioned, but what time is Vorca from?)
Vorca has noted that the older Raven Guard hasn't spoken aloud - but some of his brothers are nonverbal for a variety of reasons. His size and scarring are impressive and a little intimidating... But he can also tell that the other means no harm.
he hugs the other back tightly, burying his face into one of the other's shoulders, shaking a little as tears stream down his face. He really had done all that he could in order to try and accommodate his bonded. He doesn't really remember how he'd gotten to this medbay room, either. He'd...
He remembered leaving his (former?) bonded's home and stumbled towards a nearby park to try and sort out his thoughts and feelings. He'd been so tired and heart-sore and had closed his eyes for a few moments -
then he woke up in a medical cot with a stern-faced Thousand Son. Vorca does not want to let go for some time, either.
Rose, what every your thinking about typing send it. It opens a path where less catastrophic options have the potential for marginally less dire potentials.
Warn the toxic idiot.
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Reply to LivingLaVidaCoola From TaleSpinner823:
Changing to More Info with a healthy side of do not dox yourself.
Oh Hell. Context's kinda important. Your first post basically reads like the most narcissistic self absorbed permanently adolescent sociopathic rant I've ever encounter. Projected some of my metric ton of trauma. With more context, please don't dox yourself, you are in a horrificaly bad everybody loses situation.
To summarize:
You have the Sight. You can see bonds, probably other ridiculous spooky bullshit. I don't have it but runs in my family even if it always skips a generation. My aunt who has it gave me the run down in case I ever had kids even though I'm in the off generation.
You've had a fuck pile of astartes related bad shit, including other peoples Bonds transferring to you if I read that one bit correct. Bonds that won't break at a simple rejection: which is what it takes on either side 99.99999% of the time.
Bonds you've experenced and/or Seen actually feed on the self/lifeforce/psyche of at least one party
To synthesize with what you said with I know:
Good News/Bad News:
The Sight is almost never the only bit of spooky shit someone has. In my family is shows up as dousing that actually works and the odd premonition. Untrained Spooky shit Atracts Trouble
Good news:
If you have other spooky shit that you haven't learned how to use and fully control there's a stellar chance if you lock it down, you're not gonna be catnip for astartes, or spooky Chaos-y crap.
Bad news:
The only people I know of that can teach spooky shit so it doesn't go catastrophicaly bad are all astartes or astartes adjecent.
Worse News:
Courtesy of Black Templars being... well Black Templars and finding out because they fucked around the more times a person snaps a bond the more fucked up each subsequent bond will be. And the highter the probability more fucked up individual whatever causes bonds will throw in your path. Unless you've already met some of the real bastards who live out in the deep wildnerss, you have no idea. There are fuckers that look the roving crusades of BTs look friendly and sane.
Another fact we know mostly because of Black Templars, individuals who break enough bonds inivatabley end up with bonds that bind so tightly that neither party is able to break the bone.
Whether you like it or not, meant it or not, or even believe it or not, if you don't have a kill count with how you've broken your unwanted bonds it's divine intervention.
According to my Aunt, Bonds normaly look like being tied togeather with attack plants. Soemtimes their all pretty and happy with nice associations. Other times it's like seeing people traped in the thornes leading to sleeping beauty's castle. If you're seeing bonds manifesting as actual chains that is and I quote "really bad bad juju."
I've told you everything the I know of that pertains to what you've described. You've got more info to run your own risk analysis.
So the ghosts and other things isn't me losing my mind? Greaaat. Cool cool cool. Fuck!
God I wish a simple "no thank you" would work. I've tried. Heavens know I tried. It didn't work and the no made things. So much worse. Hence the deliberate emotional sabotage so they fuck off first.
Not all the bonds I've seen manifested as chains. But... Enough of them have. My mother and that bastard were one such kind. I begged and told her that his chains would suffocate her to death. She never listened to my warnings. I was right about them suffocating her to death, not that I had anything but my word against his as to what happened that night.
The parasitic roots I've seen latched onto normal people as they fade and fall into-
that. That was real? fuck
Good News:
I would really, really like to not be catnip for astartes anymore
Bad News:
fuck me sideways, who are the astartes-adjacent people? Do you mind if I private message you about it? I... Really don't want to encounter more astartes until whatever the fuck curse this is, is under control
I thought grandmother was joking about the family curse. fuck fuck fuck
Worse News:
This was the only way I could drive the bastards away - that or flee the city/country and doing the latter is expensive as fuck and not fast.
the kill count comment is. Ominous. But given what I've seen of the bonds between us humans and astartes... I'm not surprised that bonds can kill. THey've just slowly killed the humans, or were before. Before the bond transferred to me and I had to drive the bastards away before I would be eaten
They were some absolutely rancid-vibes oversized bastards. No matter their alleged alignment
Amonhep to Cedric: you have not made an errorr- but you did have an insight i wished to speak with you about. "Why are their emotions bleeding" I saw you write.
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Email chain: all
Sometimes it's needed so that worse stuff doesn't happen. We have Tech types and others monitoring this chat so most won't be able to view what Lady Rose sent.
- Torglite of Rot Bone
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Hura to Rocket: perhaps you could try and speak with @livinglavidacoola in person about some of their issues? Their reactions to what you are will be rather immediate for an untrained Psyker to a Trained Blank. Slightly random thought- there is a rather darling young Ultramarine- Olly i want you to meet. I think hes mildly Blank and untrained.
Alastor obliges, holding Vorca tenderly for as long as he wants. Stroking his back, letting him cry himself out.
He almost wishes for his tongue back. The poor younger brother. He’s had a rough time of it. Through no fault of his own. At first he had wanted to really hurt the woman, but Altani had smacked his arm and told him no.
He keeps mouthing words of comfort. It doesn’t matter where Vorca is from, he realizes. Deliverance or Terra. He’s a younger brother in need. It’s a heady feeling. Maybe, just maybe, Isstvan V wasn’t the last time he had anything to do with the Raven Guard.
If Vorca looks up at Alastor’s face at some point, he shifts a little so he can quickly sign. ‘The people here can help you. They are good people.’
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Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
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Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
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To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
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To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
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To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
To @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws from @LivingLaVidaCoola:
I'm trying to find a good therapist. It's hard to find one in a completely new city, okay? Get off my ass
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To: Amonhep
From: Cedric
Have I made any missteps, sir?
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Vorca looks over at his older brother, and blinks. It takes him a couple of moments before his hands begin to move, trembling with exhaustion, pain and sorrow "It's an honor to meet you, sir. I am battle brother Vorca. A hug would be welcome, sir. And... Thank you, sir."
Alastor makes a noise that might be a laugh. Before continuing to sign. ‘No need to be so formal, Vorca. Alastor will do.’ He hasn’t actually spoken a single word, it’s all been sign.
‘From what I was told, you were unfortunate enough to run into a woman who seems to have issues with Astartes. You were not the first so hurt, sadly.’
Alastor made a grumbling noise, realizing that hecouldn’t hug and talk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Vorca, drawing him close. Soft cooing noises of comfort coming from his throat as he rubbed Vorca’s back.
Alastor was warm, and held him so carefully and tenderly. Seemingly reluctant to let go anytime soon.
He should be a little terrifying, what with all those scars, not just on his face. What had this giant even been through?
(Forgive me if it’s been mentioned, but what time is Vorca from?)
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
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Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
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To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
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To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
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To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Fucking hell please for the love of what ever god you worship or deny, if you haven't gone help for happened to your family, do so.
I will conceded the point on the alcohol. That's a reasonable time to let the alcohol leave your system to be safe to drive. Like I said I burried some of my ride-or-dies because they said they knew when they were safe to drive and they weren't. Makes me a bit reactive on the topic.
Two no shit astartes are dangerous. The biggest thing that makes them that way? It's the same capacity to be a monster that every single human has. Which was brutalized into me by"real people" as a child. Humanity is just as present in our warcrimes as our collective drive to make the world a better place. Can't be a monster without being human. Otherwise it's just an onnery critter or hostile weather.
Bonds aren't something that are chosen. It's a lightning strike occurance. A spin of fortuna's wheel. The universe having a questionable sense of humor. Like one one hand, nobody would chose to be bonded to fuckers like your mom's, or my brother's, or you. On the other, my sister-in-law's bonded is the only reason she's alive, sane, and back with the family after what that whore-son did to my brother and his family. He didn't even realize there was a bond. Just followed his correctly aligned moral compas.
Emotional abuse is just as much abuse as physical and sexual abuse. And hun you just used the no less than six of the favorite phrases and stratgies the fucker used while breaking me down so little eight year old me wouldn't tell her parents when he repeatedly raped her for five years. The flying fuck it's not emotional abuse.
Would there be anything I could do to help? My own Raven Guard is beyond furious right now. He is positively vibrating with need to be useful. So I set him to chop up ingredients for cooking. But he is damn sneaky, and willing to do some fact finding if needed.
The Night Lord is equally disgusted. Although less stabby.
Thankfully the Black Templar is busy putting his own Chapter in order for the moment. I sincerely doubt this…woman would be improved by having one arm ripped off.
Oh, yes. What would a permanent fix for the Raven Guard be like? Both my Night Lord and our daughter say it’s important to fix it.
(Sunniva chimes in. So for the uninitiated, the other people she mentions are Alastor Rushal, Jago Sevatarion, Sigismund and Altani Shedu)
Hey there :)) I see that your requests are somewhat open, and I've come to really enjoy your fanfics and writing; you do such great work!! If I could request, where the reader is in love with the Primarchs but the love is unrequited, they end up getting the hanahaki disease but they are eventually saved since the Primarch reciprocates their love :D
I've never written (nor really read much of) hanahaki disease, so hopefully I did well.
Reader x unnamed primarch because I couldn't pick one.
I use the word parasite several times because thats what hanahaki is to me just a warning
It hurts.
You curl into yourself, a disgustingly floral taste on your tongue as you gag on yet another bloom. They'd gotten bigger- much bigger, coming out of you covered in blood and bile, thorns tearing your throat to shreds. It was a miracle you could still speak, much less work. But you had to stand. Had to force yourself up and to keep going. You had to see him one more time.
Your whole body aches in a way it never used to before the sickness took hold. You feel stiff, and like your body was no longer truly your own. And perhaps it wasn't. You were too far gone, and there was no cure coming. You had days, at best.
Hobbling down the corridor, no one stops you on your journey to the primarch.
You know what others are likely to say, if they ever found out the truth. You know that you would get lectured for the feelings you harbored for a man that was never yours to covet, then promptly dismissed to die on your own without the chance to even glimpse at him again. Or worse, turned into a servitor.
A cough rattles through you, more vile petals escaping your lungs and littering the floor at your feet. You catch a few in your hand, and glare down at them. They were so deceptively soft, delicate despite their vicious nature. You hated them. And you hated yourself for allowing them to become so prevalent within you.
It was pathetic. You were pathetic. If you refused to be in his presence, had yourself reassigned, or simply closed your heart, you would be healing- at least somewhat. But in your stubbornness, in your inability to let go, you were essentially killing yourself. It was your fault this had happened to you, no one else's.
When you choked up the first few petals, you thought you'd been infected with some kind of xenos bacteria that one of the astartes or other serfs carried onto the ship unknowingly. But you'd been too afraid to tell anyone, fearing that you'd end up dead or worse. Which was stupid, in hindsight. If anything, the parasite was going to kill you.
And that's exactly what it is. A parasite. Except, it's not xenos in origin, but a very painfully human thing.
Apparently there is no name for it anymore, according to the doctor you were eventually forced to see when another serf caught you pulling a bloody half-bloomed flower out of your throat and dragged you there herself. It's an old parasitic disease, one that lives in the heart and feeds on emotion. There have been billions of reported cases, and all for a plethora of reasons, from the consistent ache of loving someone who doesn't love you in return with no respite from the pain of yearning, all the way to deep-seated anger that goes untreated and unfulfilled.
When asked where you sat on that wide scale, you'd thought for a moment, and said:
"I'm just so tired of all the endless war and fighting, and I desperately miss home."
The doctor had nodded, accepting your answer, and told you to find something to ease the mental and emotional strain you were feeling in order to starve the roots. Otherwise, the parasite would eventually completely take over and kill you in an extremely slow and painful way, growing a garden in your body that would choke air from your lungs and squeeze your heart until it stopped beating. Then you were told that once you were recovered, to not allow yourself to get worked up so much that your emotions overflow again, or you risk it returning.
You'd smiled, said you understood, and went to rest in your bed for the remainder of the workday and sleep cycle, coming to terms with the fact that you are, without a doubt, going to die.
Because you were a liar. It had nothing to do with missing home. Nothing to do with how deeply over being at war you were. The cause of your heartache was a man.
How horribly, predictably common.
But could you really be blamed? It was a man so unattainable you would be more surprised to hear that you're the only person to fall this hard for him and die to the parasite because of it.
Your beloved primarch. A man you served with such devotion, yet you were certain he barely registered that you existed. And why would he? You were a baseline. A serf. It was your duty to assist him with whatever tasks he tossed at you and your fellow servants. Yet you dared to yearn for him in ways that were unsuitable for your station so strongly that you'd made yourself ill to the point of absolute death.
The only way for you to recover, was to either fall in love with someone else before the parasite devoured you, or receive his love in return. Two things you severely doubted would happen. You were on your own, your already short life getting shorter by the hour.
You crush the petals in your hand and let them fall, before taking a wet, shaky breath, and continuing on your way. It was fine. You just had to put one foot in front of the other. Just had to find your way to his side where you longed to be.
Perhaps you'll cut your day short. All you really wanted was to be in the presence of your beloved for a moment, and you would be content. He wouldn't even notice, wouldn't miss you. He had plenty of others serving him- one of them would simply cover for you and he would never even realize it. You would simply disappear, barely a blip on his social radar.
You collapse against the wall, more harsh coughs racking your body painfully. There are so many blooms. So much blood. What a mess you were making…you'd have to…apologize to whoever ends up stuck with cleaning up after you…in the morning…
The world goes black.
-
Your eyelids are too heavy to lift as you start to wake, but your breaths feel a bit lighter- ever so slightly less painful than before.
The bed you rest on is bigger than you're used to, softer and warmer, and the air smells clean and somewhat sweet- like incense. It's pleasant, you think. You don't feel well, but you do feel better, and you'll just have to take that win and move on.
You try to remember what exactly happened, and come up empty. You'd been making your way to your primarch, to aid him in whatever way your weak body could. But you clearly hadn't made it- your wretched disease had made sure of that. It had stolen your air, and sent you into unconsciousness in the middle of the hall.
Some part of you, though, whispers that there had been a voice you loved. A panic calling of your name by lips you hadn't even realized remembered it. Then hands larger than they had any right to be catching you just before you hit the ground. But that had to be a hallucination. A dream. Because if it wasn't, that meant the person who'd found you like that was your primarch.
Your eyelashes finally manage to flutter, and there's a sharp intake of breath at your side.
"Are you returning to us?"
No. No no no.
He says your name, soft and worried, his hand coming to rest on your forearm.
"It's alright, take your time."
You hadn't been dreaming. He had found you. Had seen you in your misery, covered in blood and flowers. And he'd saved you. Or, at the very least, carried you to the nearest medic.
Light breaks through the darkness, your eyes slowly forcing themselves open. The hand on your arm never leaves, his warmth spreading over your skin as he traces a line along it with his thumb. Soothing, encouraging.
You look to the side. The image of him is blurry, but there is no mistaking him.
"There you are."
You try to offer him a simple 'my lord', but your throat is beyond wrecked, so your words turn more into a pained croak.
"Shh, none of that. Don't strain yourself."
The hand on your arm moves to brush ever so gently over your face, pushing hair back behind your ears.
"You scared the life out of me."
I'm sorry, my lord.
"I thought I was going to lose you."
As your vision begins to clear little by little, you can see how his face is twisted. As if the idea of losing you caused him actual, physical harm.
"They had to operate on you," His voice shakes a bit. He takes a breath, calming himself. "They couldn't remove it all, not without risking you dying, but the growth has at least been slowed."
So then, you weren't saved, but you'd been gifted more time.
"I knew you weren't well, but I didn't realize it was so serious. The doctor was enraged- I've never been lectured like that before. And I suspect you're in line for one as well."
Not surprising. Not only had you lied about the cause, but you'd let it get worse and worse without telling anyone until it was almost too late for you. Stars, it probably still was too late for you.
He takes your hand, cradling it gently in his much larger one.
"But I am beyond relieved to see you awake. Perhaps now we can get to the root of what's caused all this."
You think that was supposed to be a joke. You'd laugh, if it didn't hurt to do literally anything right now.
But then, realization sinks in. He was going to be asking questions. Expecting answers. And there would be no lying to him, he would catch it the moment you tried and force the truth out of you. You would have to admit your feelings to him, tell him that you were dying because you loved him and couldn't bring yourself to stop even though you knew he would never feel the same. You just hope he's kind about it.
He seems to have nothing left to say- or at least, nothing for the moment. He just holds onto you, gaze distant as he looks down at your joined hands. He looks more tired than normal, worn down by worry over you. It makes you feel guilty. He should be focusing on his duties, should be leading his sons to glorious victory. But instead, he is sat at your bedside, watching over you while you recovered for reasons you simply did not understand.
What did he gain out of this? What was the point in fretting over someone as unimportant as you?
It hurt. You didn't want him here. This strange affection he was giving you was making everything harder and you swear you can feel the parasite growing again, threatening to choke the life out of you once again.
Your coughing has him pulling you onto your side somewhat, allowing for those wretched, horrible flowers to fall out of you. The man at your side does his best to soothe you, rubbing your back and murmuring words you can't hear over the ringing in your ears.
Tears prick the corner of your eyes. You just wanted this to end. Wanted the pain to go away, and for you to finally be at peace. You were tired of the pain and misery and ache caused by your own foolishness.
The fit eases, finally, and your beloved pushes you to rest again on your back. He wipes blood from your lips with shaking fingers, an expression on his face you'd never seen before.
Fear. Real, true fear.
What was he so afraid of? Did he think he would catch what it was you had? Was he rethinking his closeness to you in this moment?
"It must hurt," He murmurs. "I- forgive me. I don't know what to do."
He sounds so…lost. His voice small.
You reach for him with a trembling hand, and he catches it when you lose the strength and it starts to fall back to your side. He holds it so carefully, pressing your cold knuckles to his lips.
"You need to rest," He says. "I'll be here when you wake again, I swear. Just promise me you will wake."
You make a noise, a promise in it's own way. You could never deny him, not even while confused as to why it was so important to him. Why you were so important to him.
"Good…good…"
He watches as you sleep, finally at some kind of peace. He'd been terrified to see you like that, so weak you couldn't even stand, vomiting blood and fully bloomed flowers.
How had he missed all of it? Yes, he'd recognized that you were sick, but he hadn't actually looked into it. You were smart, he'd trusted you to handle it on your own. Plus, you never mentioned it yourself, so he'd just…assumed you knew what you were doing. That you were medicated, getting better- even when he could tell you were getting worse.
He thought you would say something when it got too much. Let him help you.
But no- you'd kept your lips sealed. Been choking on these plants for who knows how long behind his back. And for what? To spare him concern? To keep yourself from being a burden? He didn't understand.
Had he not shown you special attention? Called upon you when he hadn't even needed the aid just to have you with him for a while longer? Had he somehow failed to show you just how much he cared for you?
Where had he failed? When had he lost the chance to correct his errors? And how does he fix it before you were lost to this sickness?
The doctor had explained the infection to him, told him what you'd said, and he'd immediately known it was a lie. He'd heard you speak of your home, never once was it with any kind of nostalgia or want to return. The only time you lamented the constant fighting was when he or his sons came back hurt, which made you worry.
Of course, he can't blame the doctor for not knowing better, for simply trusting your words as absolute truth. But even still, he wishes someone, anyone, had thought to investigate further.
He wonders, then, what it is that has this thing invading you. Was it love? Hatred? Sadness? All of the above? How could he make it better- make you better? What did you need?
Whatever it was, he would give it to you. He would tear both his hearts from his chest if you asked him to, and he'd do it without a single complaint. But you didn't know that. Somehow, that message had been missed, and now you were suffering in his bed because you hadn't been able to trust him with the truth.
Perhaps the fault lies with him. Perhaps where he thought he was communicating, you weren't hearing it. His words and actions had gone over your head, and he hadn't even realized it.
Fools, both of you.
He presses another kiss to your hand, hating how cold you were. He much preferred it when you were filled with warmth. Preferred when you smiled at him, filled with so much life and beauty that he stopped the ability to function properly.
His eyes catch the petals sitting heavy on the ground and scowls. If only they had been able to remove it all…if only it was that simple to save you. But no, a full removal with how much it had progressed would have absolutely killed you. And if, through some miracle, it hadn't died to the surgery, your emotions would be completely carved out. You'd basically be little more than a slightly more sentient servitor. He couldn't do that to you- couldn't let the doctors do that to you.
So he'd just had them buy you more time, even though they warned him that it was likely the parasite grew back quickly if you were left unattended- if your emotions weren't given the release they needed so they were no longer feeding the damned thing.
But now that he knew of it, he would be here. Even if it turns out it formed because of a love for someone other than him. This wasn't a parasite he could grow, so he would survive if you had another in your heart. In fact, he'd be happy, because it meant you could live longer- remain at his side longer. And if the other person denied you, he would find another way to ease the pain it would cause so that the flowers didn't completely take you.
Perhaps offer his own heart, though the idea of you turning him away is what had him hesitating for months since realizing his own feelings towards you. And if you accepted him, he would do everything in his power to keep you happy and content. He'd give you planets, fleets, a legion of sons who would bend the knee at your approach and love you as they should.
And if all of this was due to a different emotion? Well- he'd figure it out.
"Just stay alive," He murmurs to your sleeping form. "I love you. You cannot leave me before I get the chance to say it to you properly."
You take a breath, long and easy- easier than any you'd taken in weeks. He deicides it's a good sign. That whatever part of you heard him in your sleep truly was given some kind of relief at his words. He presses a third kiss to your hand.
"Rest well, and be at peace knowing that you're no longer alone. I am here, and I will not leave you to suffer any longer."
I'm surprised the knight kink crowd hasn't picked up on the fact that historical knights had a habit of capturing each other for ransom. What do you mean you don't see the sexual tension in rivals seeking each other out in battle or through ambush, deliberately avoiding harming their target so they may be taken back to the attacker's castle, either held as a prisoner or as a honored "guest" as the case may be, until they are redeemed by their friends and allies?
I feel like nostromens would be offended on yoinkee's behalf. Also depending on where they were from on the planet trying to figure out if they've just accidentally gotten hitched.
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I'm surprised the knight kink crowd hasn't picked up on the fact that historical knights had a habit of capturing each other for ransom. What do you mean you don't see the sexual tension in rivals seeking each other out in battle or through ambush, deliberately avoiding harming their target so they may be taken back to the attacker's castle, either held as a prisoner or as a honored "guest" as the case may be, until they are redeemed by their friends and allies?
Summary: Cedric is making a sandcastle, participating in a competition and deals with some would-be saboteurs.
Cedric carefully observed the stretch of ground that he had been told was his to build upon at his whim and desire. He gently touched the ground, scooping up a handful of the finely ground rock that the ground was made up of, allowing it to pass between his fingers. He looks over the tools he had been given to make the mock-fortification. One large bucket, two smaller buckets, an appropriately sized hand-shovel, and one stick.
He starts creating the fortification by starting to dig into the dry and soft upper layer of sand, keeping going until he finds the damp, but harder-packed layer beneath it. Cedric had been careful to pile the dry sand towards where the ocean waves crash into the sea shore, for transport later. Once he was certain that he had a good, smooth foundation, he got up and out of the four foot deep hole that he’d dug and began to dig a moat all the way around, for a rudimentary defense.
Once the moat was ready, Cedric carried the buckets of dry sand over to the water’s edge and dipping them into it, until he was sure that all of the sand and water had mixed together so that it would be an acceptable building material for what he needed it to be. He then carried the buckets back over to the hole that he had dug and his eyes narrowed a little as some of the dry top sand had been clearly kicked or pushed into the hole. A huff leaves the young black Templar and he puts the top sand back where he had placed it earlier, and got to work building the outer walls.
He was about a third of the way through making the outer walls, when he heard several giggles and the press of skin against sand behind him. Cedric frowned as he saw two teenage baselines and a baseline who couldn’t be older than ten years old, peering into the foundation of his sand castle, before they started to kick dry top sand into the hole.
“What are you doing?” Cedric asked, glaring up at them from when he was working.
The youngest of the trio squeaked and hid behind the legs of one of the teenagers.
The teenager closest to him huffed and rolled their eyes “We’re having some fun, man. Don’t sweat it.”
“Then have your fun elsewhere. I am building a sandcastle, and you kicking dry sand into the foundation of it is neither helpful, nor wanted.” Cedric mildly rebuked, keeping his tone even and calm, even as irritation bubbled just under the surface. Why did they have to bother him? There is miles and miles of beach to enjoy.
“Jeeze, don’t be so serious! It’s not as if we knocked down one of your walls. Kind of like thi-“ The second teenager responded, bringing one of their feet back and clearly aiming to kick out one of the walls that he had so carefully built.
Cedric was in front of that spot and caught their foot with two of his fingers, holding their foot very lightly but securely. “Do not. Attempt to destroy. My sandcastle. I am participating in a competition and do not appreciate your interference. There are miles of beach to enjoy that is not here where you are bothering someone else. I suggest that you leave.” With that, he releases their foot and uses minimal force to push them back. Not enough to send them flying, just enough so that they overbalance and have to take a couple of steps back, or risk falling over in front of the other teen and the baseline child.
“The fuck is wrong with you? You’re making sandcastles way too seriously! The point of them is that they don’t last forever. C’mon Daryl, Cora, let’s get out of here. There’s a rude bastard who doesn’t understand the meaning of fun over here.” The idiot teenager complained, aiming for bravado. The amount of fear that was coming off of them was almost insulting.
“Are you going to tell mom? I think we should…” Daryl - the other teenager - asked, also nervous.
“And tell her that we were messing around with an unknown astartes on the beach? We’ll be grounded for weeks!” The dumbest bastard of the three of them hissed back.
“Are we gonna have to give the five bucks back to the tall mister who told us to distract him from his castle-making?” The baseline child asked curiously, tilting their head up at the two teenagers curiously.
“Fuck no, we earned it. Let’s go, Cor.” Daryl answered, scooping up the child and heading off, with the idiot teenager trailing behind him, cursing Cedric out for not letting them do what they wanted.
Cedric returned to making his sand-castle. Once the outer walls were solid, he began making the inner defensive structures, going back to the water’s edge periodically to get more wet sand to work with. He will tell the judges what the trio of baselines had attempted to do, and give them the recording of their confession that they’d been sent specifically to try and sabotage him. Which, Cedric thought, was rather ridiculous, but it was against the rules.
