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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Author’s note: Day 4 of Fluffy July 2026! Masterlist here. Thank you @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for letting me borrow her OC Jophiel! I hope you enjoy~
Warnings: mentioned bullying, injuries, feather-pulling, fractured bones, building fury, one sided attraction, one sided astartes x astartes, mentioned astartes x astartes, violence, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it!
Summary: Cedric treats Jophiel’s wounds and seethes.
"Cedric..." Jophiel called out, his eyes shining brightly as he tried to blink away the tears before they could fall. His lower lip was both split and trembling a little. He had a black eye and his wings were an absolute mess of twisted feathers. Some of them were even damaged or broken, and he was holding himself in a careful manner that spoke to either one of his arms being sprained or broken. "I need a bit of help, when you've got a minute..."
The young apothecary's eyes widened as he rushed over to the winged Blood Angel as the other swayed on his feet, catching him before Jophiel could fall more than a couple of inches "Of course, Jophie. You know that I'm here to help, whenever you need, however you need it."
"Thank you. I... I'm not sure how much longer I can stay standing, things got pretty... Pretty ugly out there." The young librarian in training admitted, leaning more of his weight onto Cedric. His ankles were swelling, bruised and had angry marks that looked like fingers wrapping around them.
Cedric swallowed hard, filling that information away as he carefully carried the other Primaris over to the exam table and setting him on it gently. It took him a couple of moments to summon the correct words to say, his hearts in an absolute storm of conflicting and stressed emotions "What happened, Jophiel? Where does it hurt the worst?"
"You know the pack of Space Wolf Blood Claws who keep causing problems?" Jophiel answered, pausing for a moment before saying "My wings hurt the worst. The bastards threw a weighted net over my wings while I was sparring with one of them and they demanded answers of me that I couldn't give them. They... Really didn't like that, and took it out on me. They only stopped with Nanael, Kerubiel and Claude showed up. I suppose they don't like it when the odds aren't in their favor."
Cedric did not know why the young pack of firstborn space wolves were being allowed to run roughshod over everyone with no consequences whatsoever by the higher ups. He had quietly reported every instance of bullying that the fuckers had done to himself, and to the others. Including Olly. He'd been told that their Sargant would speak to them about it, and was in charge of discipline.
As far as Cedric could tell, said Sargent had done fuck all about it. His hands were careful, and gentle as he checked Jophiel over for injuries, asking "Can you give me more details about what happened? I know that those fuckers are..." He had. Many thoughts about those bastards, none of them were good or kind. "Privileged little bastards, but the more I can document about what they've done, perhaps this time they'll actually receive consequences."
He doubted it, considering the fact that they'd physically bullied a baseline and had seemingly gotten a slap on the wrist for it. The preferential treatment was maddening, but not surprising. Cedric kept his fury and bloodlust under lock and key, so as to not radiate a murderous aura where Jophiel might be able to pick up on. He didn't want to further upset him.
"I... There isn't much to tell, unfortunately. Ouch! Did you just pull one of my pin feathers?" Johpeil responds, wincing and peering over one shoulder at Cedric as he worked. "I was in one of the sparring rooms, practicing my hand to hand combat. I'd been in there for about an hour or so, and then Herliefr, Kolr, Baggi and Snorri came in. I said hello and I thought they'd ignored me, which was rude, but at least they weren't trying to start trouble. Again. Or so I thought."
"I had to remove it, it was badly bent out of shape and snapped in three different places." Cedric explains "Would you rather I give you a warning first? I'm going to have to pull at least a half a dozen more feathers. They really did a number on your wings." They would pay tenfold for this. He would make sure of it. For all of the stupid shit they've done and received no censure, not even a slap on the wrist for being shitty bastards. Jophiel had the least to do with what happened to their missing brother, after all. Targeting him just because they thought him to be the weakest and most vulnerable was shit behavior. Not that Cedric expected anything better from the four arrogant pieces of shit. "Please continue explaining. Oh, and I hope you don't mind that I am recording this, in order to submit it to their superiors as further proof of their lack of discipline."
"No, I don't mind." Jophiel answers, shifting a little. Primaris marines who had behaved even half as poorly as the four of them had been in the far future would have been culled or sent on death missions until they either begged their superiors for clemency, or died. But... Firstborns always did give each other preferential treatment and more grace. And there was something else on the edges of his Sight. Something... Someone dangerous that the four of them knew about, that kept them from receiving more dire consequences for their actions. Which was still grox-shit, but unsurprising. He clears his throat and continues his report "Snorri and Baggi approached me, and asked to spar. I reminded both of them that we weren't supposed to spar one another unsupervised because they keep trying to bully my brothers. They... Didn't like that and attacked me. I hadn't realized that Herliefr and Kolr had flanked me until I felt one of them grab my left wing."
Jophiel took a moment to catch his breath, pressing a hand against a couple of his ribs, panting a little, the room started spinning unpleasantly beneath and around him.
Cedric let Jophiel take his time in gathering himself and his thoughts as he steadily worked to get the other's wings in order. From what his auspex told him, he needed to brace both of Jophiel's wings as the primary wing bones had hairline fractures. This damage was catalogued and noted. He also tallied the broken bones mentally on The List of things that the fuckers needed to pay for. "Take the time you need, brother." He was as gentle as he could be, under the circumstances.
"I tried to fight them off, and to get up to the high ground, but one of them - either Herliefr or Kolr I'm not sure which - wrapped the weighted net around my wings and used that to drag me down to the ground. They asked me questions about Algerets' disappearance. I told them the truth, that I didn't know anything about his disappearance. They... Didn't seem to like that answer and started to kick me with their feet and occasionally hit me with one of their fists while repeating the same questions over and over again. I really don't know anything about what happened to their brother, though! Why... Why would they hurt me like this? I've only ever tried to be friendly and nice to them." Jophiel asked plaintively, sniffling a little as he tried not to burst into tears.
"Because they assume that they are right and righteous, which means they think they have the right to bully, belittle and demean anyone who they think is obstructing them seeking the justice they assume that it is that they are seeking." Cedric answers, his voice low and trying to be consoling, even as his hands shook briefly in fury. Control, He needed to keep control of himself. "They're wrong, of course. But they refuse to see that. Is there anything else you'd like to report?" He prompted.
"Right! The rest of what happened. I don't know how long they were beating me up and trying to get answers I don't have out of me. Nanael came in through a window and dragged one of them off of me. Then Keru and Claude appeared - I think they did their teleporting tricks to get into the room as quick as possible and dragged two more off of them. And Thressl charged into the room through the door and punched the last one off of me. I managed to get up off of the floor and untangled from the net when some of the older first borns showed up and ordered everyone to stop fighting. I was ordered to report to the medbay while everyone else was being lectured about brawling without supervision." Jophiel finished, his bandaged wings curling in closer to his body. "I think they were scolding our brothers a bit more because you know. There were five of us and four of them so the numbers were unfair."
Cedric's hands tightened for a couple of moments as the rage threatens to overwhelm him again. He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. The scent of JOphiel's distress and blood does little to help his fraying control over his temper. He opens his eyes, and Jophiel has gotten up off of the exam table and mid-flinging himself at Cedric. He catches Jophiel and hugs him close "Jophie?"
The younger primaris hides his face in one of Cedric's shoulders "I know you're angry. They aren't worth your fury, brother. I'll heal in time, and they'll stop at some point."
"... When? When will they stop? When will they be properly censured? When they attempt to kill another one of us? I can't stand by while they bully and hurt my loved ones any longer, Jophiel. But rest assured, what I do will not harm you or the others. That I will do my best to ensure." Cedric answers, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. His hearts are full of care and fondness and a fury that is curdling into more hatred.
"You love me?" Jophiel asks, his voice small and unsure.
"Always." Cedric answers, smiling tenderly at the Blood Angel. He means it with all of his hearts as well, although he is quite certain Jophiel misinterprets what he means. He's dating someone else, for one thing. Someone more confident, someone more sure of himself and likely kinder. He's good for Jophie, which is all Cedric can ask of anyone.
Jophiel beams and cuddles Cedric closer "I love you too, brother! I did message Tomas earlier, and he's in the waiting room, going to be my safety buddy."
He resists the urge to press a kiss to the other's forehead as he hugs Jophiel a little closer "Good. I've patched up all of the wounds I know about, do you need more time, or are you ready to head out?" He has a bunch of paperwork waiting for him and he knows that there are more patients who need to be seen. But he will linger with Jophiel for as long as the other needs him.
The young Blood Angel hugs him for a little while longer before letting go. "I'm going to head out now. I know you're really busy and on duty today. See you later."
"See you later, Jophiel." Cedric answers with a small smile. He begins to clean up the room after Jophiel is gone, sending a copy of the recordings and the documentation and picts he had taken of Jophiel's injuries the the firstborn who was allegedly in charge of the thrice-damned blood claws, along with the firsborn nominally in charge of Jophiel. With those tasks done, he continues his work day, as the beginnings of a plan begin to take shape.
Tristan is going to be fucking pissed off. He might show them some of the fighting moves he learned from Lion. He’s currently trying to get his sword out of lockup so he can beat the shit out of them. Letting his hands heal more be damned.
I love so many of your posts. The one about the Primarch’s child dating a criminal made me wonder how the Primarchs would react to their kid dating Jago Sevatarion. I mean, we already know how Curze would react, but the others? I have joked more than once that his daughter dating Sevatar is how you get Corvus to fall to Khorne, for instance.
Lmao Sev is getting all the girls in this one and a lot of enemies in this one!!! @nereidof40k
Konrad Curze
Konrad thinks that his first captain lost his will to live because there is no other reason why he would decide that it’s a good idea to date his daughter. Sev on the other hand might find out why the people of Nostramo decided to call him Night Haunter. Konrad is constantly watching and waits for one of the terrible futures to come true. For now his daughter has made it clear that she can handle herself but reminding the first captain of his own mortality didn’t hurt anyone, right?
Corvus Corax
Is going right to the source of the problem: Konrad. Will appear to the Night Haunter, threatening that if anything happens to his daughter he’s going to personally kill all of the accursed Night Lords and then Konrad no matter the consequences. Same goes for Sevatar. He will try to pressure his daughter to end the relationship and always keep tabs on the two of them. Oh how he wants to wipe that cocky smirk off the First Captain but for now he needs to wait and watch.
Sanguinius
Sanguinius knows he can’t reason with Konrad and forcing his daughter’s hand might end up badly too. Well if she wants to date him then fine but that also means Raldoron or Azkaellon will be the constant companions. Secretly he’s going to find an opportunity to corner the first captain and have a nice little chit chat about what will happen if his daughter gets hurt. Best believe Sev never thought how scary the angel could truly be and it’s ironic how similar he is to the Night Haunter in the end.
Fulgrim
He has nothing against Konrad or his legion but does that mean he wants his daughter to date one of them? Nope. He understands the appeal of the rugged First Captain but he will politely ask his daughter to please pick someone else since he knows there is no way she’s safe with Sevatar. If not then he will at least try to mold the first captain into something presentable which involves removing all the damn trophies as a start! You’re getting blood all over his soft rug! And he better go and take a shower since the stench of blood is disrupting.
Vulkan
He will make it abundantly clear he’s against the relationship and bring up all the reasons why his daughter should stay away from the Night Lords. Vulkan thought he raised his daughter better and is worried that she will become as sadistic as Sevatar since there is no way he’s a good influence on her. He hesitates to break up their relationship himself since he knows it might push his daughter even further away but he keeps an eye open just in case he might need to step in.
Leman Russ
The only thing keeping that’s keeping from just straight up killing Sevatar is the fact that his daughter probably smacked him down and told him to stay out of her dating life. Don’t get Leman wrong, he doesn’t mind a person who’s not perfect but there is a difference between doing some small crimes and being a Night Lord. All space wolves show that Sev is not welcome and Leman is waiting for him to fall from grace with his daughter to get his teeth on the first captain.
Angron
Angron heard that the First Captain is a strong so maybe it’s a good choice for her. He believes his daughter can handle most things by herself including her dating life while he stays behind and only waits for her to come to him. One word from her and he will annihilate the first captain of the Night Lords for her, consequences be damned. But other than that who knows, maybe even Angron will be impressed by Sevatar.
Lion El’ Jonson
So there is a thing called star crossed lovers and Lion will make sure it becomes reality in the truest sense of the word. Your daughter is getting shipped off to the other end of the galaxy with no way of contacting the first captain. Sevatar was lucky that someone managed to talk Lion down from going after his head, telling him that it might turn into a diplomatic disaster that no one needs. But yeah his daughter is going to experience K-drama level of angst.
Ferrus Manus
A bit conflicted since he wouldn’t say he likes the Night Lords very much but at the same time the first captain is regarded as one of the best fighters and that means he has at least strength. That doesn’t mean he will suddenly go and allow it and his daughter being as head strong as him means it will result in arguments. After that he begrudgingly steps away stays vigilant and ready to help her out as soon as it’s needed.
Perturabo
Tells her “do what you want, I don’t care” at the prospect of her dating basically anyone but he cares a lot and tries to sabotage the relationship. He sees the Night Lords as a bunch of maniacs and Sev is no exception even if he looks competent. So he takes the very reasonable approach of banning him from his home and ship. No dating can happen if they can’t even meet each other. Besides his daughter is too good for them anyway!
Rogal Dorn
Not in a thousand years will he allow his daughter to mingle and he’s straightforward about it. He sees no reason in lying or pretending to like him and tells her openly that Sev is neither welcome nor should she continue the relationship. Even if his daughter ignores him, he will just straight up place guards that forbid Sevatar from entering or he will make sure that she remains on Terra with him while the Eight Legion is busy fighting somewhere in the galaxy. Secretly he hopes that maybe she will see reason once they are separated for a prolonged period of time.
Magnus
From reading old scriptures he knows that love can bloom in the most unlikely places. He had just hoped that it wouldn’t bloom with Sevatar. He tries to be supportive but then again the more he looks at him the less Magnus understands what she likes about him. Especially with her bright head she could’ve had anyone and there are certainly nicer people out there too! At least he can try and research some of Nostramo culture and the eight legions customs that hopefully go beyond terrorizing civilians.
Jaghatai Khan
Allows it but frowns at it greatly. Look he’s a free spirit and the same goes probably for his child too. However just because he’s like that doesn’t mean that he will pretend on liking it. He had also considered to just stage an honor duel with his best warriors to get rid of Sev but in the end he didn’t want to invoke the ire of his daughter. Now he just waits and genuinely hopes that his daughter will just end the relationship herself once she sees the true nature of the first captain.
Roboute Guilliman
He had thought, no, hoped he had misheard but fate wasn’t on his side that day. In his favor Guilliman tries to do the best out of it even if he’s not thrilled. After all he had worked with even worse odds against him. At least he can try to build some diplomatic relations while he tries to find a better candidate for his daughter and remove Sev from her vicinity since he’s aware that harsher measures might get the opposite effect. Internally though he’s screaming at the fact that his daughter decided to go down the bad boy route when there are so many fine scholars on Macragge
Horus Lupercal
He would be tearing at his hair if he had any. No he understands the possible benefits of his daughter dating other legionaries since it could strengthen his own influence over other legions. But the Night Lords? He’s already on his way to tell Konrad to keep his damn son on a leash and sends his people to give Sevatar a warning. After all, the eight legion is not the only one who has gangs in their ranks.
Lorgar Aurelian
His eye twitches because again maybe it’s a divine sign that tells him their legions need to work together more often and he needs to talk with Konrad more but…does she need to date one of them??? He tries not to mind this union and yet something in the back of his mind is yelling at him for allowing his daughter to date someone like Sevatar and it irks Lorgar that a the first captain seems to enjoy it driving him up the wall!
Mortarion
Takes it surprisingly well. Mortarion is perhaps one of the few who gets along with Konrad and doesn’t mind his sons that much. He is of course wary but at the same time it’s not like any legionaries are any better and he would feel like a hypocrite allowing her to date another mass murderer who tries to justify his actions instead of owning it like the Night Lords and especially someone like Sevatar.
Alpharius/Omegon
Can come in handy for them. They might not want their daughter dating anyone at all but at least someone high ranking as Sevatar. Still they send some of their Astartes to infiltrate the Eight Legion just as a precaution. They don’t want to reveal their cards too soon by threatening Sev but they definitely keep an eye out for him and try to figure out what she likes about him. They don’t see the appeal.
I have the image in my head of the Astartes Horus sent(the Mournival in trenchcoats and fake mustaches) to give Sevatar a "Friendly Warning" geting very beat up and not by Sev. Their baby sister jumped them on the way there and beat them up. Just lamenting "Why did we have to teach the Wolf Princess how to fight so well???"
Horus is very confused when he goes to have words with Konrad and Sevatar is offended on both his own and the Daughter's behalf. No one showed up to try to intimidate him personally. This is an insult to both him and the daughter. What kind of father doesn't do that?! Does Horus think Sevatar is that pathetic? Does he value his daughter that little?
this is when they discover that Horus' precious sweet baby girl beat up the delegation and they're still in the apothicarium.
How are Horus and Konrad taking this? Sevatar is of course a smug menace.
Horus would have no idea whether he should be proud of his baby girl (she is the size of a short end of average astartes only proportional) or really exasperated.
Konrad is definitely picking on his brother though for underestimating his child.
I love so many of your posts. The one about the Primarch’s child dating a criminal made me wonder how the Primarchs would react to their kid dating Jago Sevatarion. I mean, we already know how Curze would react, but the others? I have joked more than once that his daughter dating Sevatar is how you get Corvus to fall to Khorne, for instance.
Lmao Sev is getting all the girls in this one and a lot of enemies in this one!!! @nereidof40k
Konrad Curze
Konrad thinks that his first captain lost his will to live because there is no other reason why he would decide that it’s a good idea to date his daughter. Sev on the other hand might find out why the people of Nostramo decided to call him Night Haunter. Konrad is constantly watching and waits for one of the terrible futures to come true. For now his daughter has made it clear that she can handle herself but reminding the first captain of his own mortality didn’t hurt anyone, right?
Corvus Corax
Is going right to the source of the problem: Konrad. Will appear to the Night Haunter, threatening that if anything happens to his daughter he’s going to personally kill all of the accursed Night Lords and then Konrad no matter the consequences. Same goes for Sevatar. He will try to pressure his daughter to end the relationship and always keep tabs on the two of them. Oh how he wants to wipe that cocky smirk off the First Captain but for now he needs to wait and watch.
Sanguinius
Sanguinius knows he can’t reason with Konrad and forcing his daughter’s hand might end up badly too. Well if she wants to date him then fine but that also means Raldoron or Azkaellon will be the constant companions. Secretly he’s going to find an opportunity to corner the first captain and have a nice little chit chat about what will happen if his daughter gets hurt. Best believe Sev never thought how scary the angel could truly be and it’s ironic how similar he is to the Night Haunter in the end.
Fulgrim
He has nothing against Konrad or his legion but does that mean he wants his daughter to date one of them? Nope. He understands the appeal of the rugged First Captain but he will politely ask his daughter to please pick someone else since he knows there is no way she’s safe with Sevatar. If not then he will at least try to mold the first captain into something presentable which involves removing all the damn trophies as a start! You’re getting blood all over his soft rug! And he better go and take a shower since the stench of blood is disrupting.
Vulkan
He will make it abundantly clear he’s against the relationship and bring up all the reasons why his daughter should stay away from the Night Lords. Vulkan thought he raised his daughter better and is worried that she will become as sadistic as Sevatar since there is no way he’s a good influence on her. He hesitates to break up their relationship himself since he knows it might push his daughter even further away but he keeps an eye open just in case he might need to step in.
Leman Russ
The only thing keeping that’s keeping from just straight up killing Sevatar is the fact that his daughter probably smacked him down and told him to stay out of her dating life. Don’t get Leman wrong, he doesn’t mind a person who’s not perfect but there is a difference between doing some small crimes and being a Night Lord. All space wolves show that Sev is not welcome and Leman is waiting for him to fall from grace with his daughter to get his teeth on the first captain.
Angron
Angron heard that the First Captain is a strong so maybe it’s a good choice for her. He believes his daughter can handle most things by herself including her dating life while he stays behind and only waits for her to come to him. One word from her and he will annihilate the first captain of the Night Lords for her, consequences be damned. But other than that who knows, maybe even Angron will be impressed by Sevatar.
Lion El’ Jonson
So there is a thing called star crossed lovers and Lion will make sure it becomes reality in the truest sense of the word. Your daughter is getting shipped off to the other end of the galaxy with no way of contacting the first captain. Sevatar was lucky that someone managed to talk Lion down from going after his head, telling him that it might turn into a diplomatic disaster that no one needs. But yeah his daughter is going to experience K-drama level of angst.
Ferrus Manus
A bit conflicted since he wouldn’t say he likes the Night Lords very much but at the same time the first captain is regarded as one of the best fighters and that means he has at least strength. That doesn’t mean he will suddenly go and allow it and his daughter being as head strong as him means it will result in arguments. After that he begrudgingly steps away stays vigilant and ready to help her out as soon as it’s needed.
Perturabo
Tells her “do what you want, I don’t care” at the prospect of her dating basically anyone but he cares a lot and tries to sabotage the relationship. He sees the Night Lords as a bunch of maniacs and Sev is no exception even if he looks competent. So he takes the very reasonable approach of banning him from his home and ship. No dating can happen if they can’t even meet each other. Besides his daughter is too good for them anyway!
Rogal Dorn
Not in a thousand years will he allow his daughter to mingle and he’s straightforward about it. He sees no reason in lying or pretending to like him and tells her openly that Sev is neither welcome nor should she continue the relationship. Even if his daughter ignores him, he will just straight up place guards that forbid Sevatar from entering or he will make sure that she remains on Terra with him while the Eight Legion is busy fighting somewhere in the galaxy. Secretly he hopes that maybe she will see reason once they are separated for a prolonged period of time.
Magnus
From reading old scriptures he knows that love can bloom in the most unlikely places. He had just hoped that it wouldn’t bloom with Sevatar. He tries to be supportive but then again the more he looks at him the less Magnus understands what she likes about him. Especially with her bright head she could’ve had anyone and there are certainly nicer people out there too! At least he can try and research some of Nostramo culture and the eight legions customs that hopefully go beyond terrorizing civilians.
Jaghatai Khan
Allows it but frowns at it greatly. Look he’s a free spirit and the same goes probably for his child too. However just because he’s like that doesn’t mean that he will pretend on liking it. He had also considered to just stage an honor duel with his best warriors to get rid of Sev but in the end he didn’t want to invoke the ire of his daughter. Now he just waits and genuinely hopes that his daughter will just end the relationship herself once she sees the true nature of the first captain.
Roboute Guilliman
He had thought, no, hoped he had misheard but fate wasn’t on his side that day. In his favor Guilliman tries to do the best out of it even if he’s not thrilled. After all he had worked with even worse odds against him. At least he can try to build some diplomatic relations while he tries to find a better candidate for his daughter and remove Sev from her vicinity since he’s aware that harsher measures might get the opposite effect. Internally though he’s screaming at the fact that his daughter decided to go down the bad boy route when there are so many fine scholars on Macragge
Horus Lupercal
He would be tearing at his hair if he had any. No he understands the possible benefits of his daughter dating other legionaries since it could strengthen his own influence over other legions. But the Night Lords? He’s already on his way to tell Konrad to keep his damn son on a leash and sends his people to give Sevatar a warning. After all, the eight legion is not the only one who has gangs in their ranks.
Lorgar Aurelian
His eye twitches because again maybe it’s a divine sign that tells him their legions need to work together more often and he needs to talk with Konrad more but…does she need to date one of them??? He tries not to mind this union and yet something in the back of his mind is yelling at him for allowing his daughter to date someone like Sevatar and it irks Lorgar that a the first captain seems to enjoy it driving him up the wall!
Mortarion
Takes it surprisingly well. Mortarion is perhaps one of the few who gets along with Konrad and doesn’t mind his sons that much. He is of course wary but at the same time it’s not like any legionaries are any better and he would feel like a hypocrite allowing her to date another mass murderer who tries to justify his actions instead of owning it like the Night Lords and especially someone like Sevatar.
Alpharius/Omegon
Can come in handy for them. They might not want their daughter dating anyone at all but at least someone high ranking as Sevatar. Still they send some of their Astartes to infiltrate the Eight Legion just as a precaution. They don’t want to reveal their cards too soon by threatening Sev but they definitely keep an eye out for him and try to figure out what she likes about him. They don’t see the appeal.
I have the image in my head of the Astartes Horus sent(the Mournival in trenchcoats and fake mustaches) to give Sevatar a "Friendly Warning" geting very beat up and not by Sev. Their baby sister jumped them on the way there and beat them up. Just lamenting "Why did we have to teach the Wolf Princess how to fight so well???"
Horus is very confused when he goes to have words with Konrad and Sevatar is offended on both his own and the Daughter's behalf. No one showed up to try to intimidate him personally. This is an insult to both him and the daughter. What kind of father doesn't do that?! Does Horus think Sevatar is that pathetic? Does he value his daughter that little?
this is when they discover that Horus' precious sweet baby girl beat up the delegation and they're still in the apothicarium.
How are Horus and Konrad taking this? Sevatar is of course a smug menace.
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Two things about this, apart from making me howl with laughter.
1) This excerpt from The Painted Count proves what I heard about Gendor Skraivok. That he has a comfortable bed crammed into his quarters because he couldn’t get used to standard Astartes beds.
I would clown him for it, except at my age (47), I actually can relate.
2) I think I found the perfect spouse for both Skraivok and Fulgrim, given their sword obsession. 🤣
https://zelda.fandom.com/wiki/Fi
(The spirit of the Master Sword from the Legend of Zelda games.)
Two things about this, apart from making me howl with laughter.
1) This excerpt from The Painted Count proves what I heard about Gendor Skraivok. That he has a comfortable bed crammed into his quarters because he couldn’t get used to standard Astartes beds.
I would clown him for it, except at my age (47), I actually can relate.
2) I think I found the perfect spouse for both Skraivok and Fulgrim, given their sword obsession. 🤣
https://zelda.fandom.com/wiki/Fi
(The spirit of the Master Sword from the Legend of Zelda games.)
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Funny request incoming! How would the Primarchs react to hearing one of their own Astartes say something unbelievably stupid within earshot when asked about where do babies come from by another younger Astartes?
Like when you hear someone say something so impossibly wrong and stupid, but with such confidence, that it leaves you stun locked for a moment
(I don't know how to name this🤣)
“Brother… where do babies come from?” A very young astartes newly enlisted and still with that tragic ‘I have never had a normal childhood and I think nutrition paste is cuisine’ energy asks.
An older astartes with the confidence of a man who has conquered worlds but never attended basic biology replies something so wrong that reality itself pauses.
Lion El’Jonson
“Babies are produced when a fortress monastery’s machine spirit approves a compatible pair of skull measurements.”
The Lion freezes and everyone in the room feels the temperature drop by seven degrees. He turns his head very slowly and gives the astartes exactly three seconds to realize his mistake.
“Explain.”
The Astartes tries but it only gets worse. The Lion places one hand over his face and is privately wondering whether the Emperor included basic reproductive knowledge in the great crusade educational package or if this was yet another one of his tbd details.
“You will attend a remedial lecture.” The Lion concludes. The Dark Angels later classify the incident, the younger astartes is told the truth, the older one is assigned to archival duty until shame becomes part of his personality.
Fulgrim
“Babies are made when two people both become aesthetically complete enough that a cherub manifests.”
Fulgrim hears that and for one brief second his face is completely blank in absolute psychic disconnection. “My son, that was the ugliest sentence ever spoken in my presence.” He begins a lecture that starts with biology, becomes art theory, detours into poetry, condemns ignorance as a crime against beauty and ends with the entire squad being enrolled in Foundations of Human Life, Courtship and Not Embarrassing Your Primarch in Public.
The younger Astartes leaves informed while the older one leaves emotionally exfoliated.
Perturabo
“Babies are assembled in batches like munitions, civilians simply lack quality control.”
Perturabo stops walking and turns around. “Repeat that.” The Astartes repeats and Perturabo just stares with the face of a man discovering a structural flaw in a bridge he personally designed.
“You believe the human species is manufactured like artillery shells?”
The Astartes hesitates. “...With less reliability, my lord.”
Perturabo closes his eyes and you can hear one of his remaining hopes die. He gives the most brutally efficient reproductive biology lesson in Imperial history complete with diagrams, mechanical analogies and insults.
“If I ever hear you explain biology through siege logistics again I will assign you to inventory every bolt in the fleet.” The primarch concludes. The younger Astartes now understands.
Jaghatai
“Babies come from speed, when two people ride fast enough beneath the open sky, the wind chooses.”
Jaghatai hears this and laughs immediately. “That is the stupidest thing I have heard this century.” The older Astartes looks embarrassed and the younger one looks confused. “Listen, life is stranger and far less aerodynamic than that.”
He explains it plainly and with surprising gentleness but keeps laughing every time he remembers ‘the wind chooses’. For the next several months the entire brotherhood uses the phrase ‘the wind chooses’ whenever someone announces a birth on a compliant world.
Russ
“Babies come from drinking enough mead and winning a wrestling match against fate.”
Russ nods slowly and for one horrifying moment everyone thinks he agrees until he speaks.
“That is wrong, but not as wrong as it should be.” He walks over and claps the older warrior's back hard enough to almost crack the armor. “You’ve got the spirit, pup, but you’ve missed several important steps.”
“Does wrestling occur?” The younger astartes asks.
Russ thinks about it. “Sometimes.”
A wolf priest immediately materialize from nowhere. “My lord, please allow me.”
Russ is removed from the conversation before he can make it worse. Later he hosts a feast where he tells a long extremely inappropriate Fenrisian version of the facts of life involving wolves, storms, endurance and respecting women because otherwise they will kill you and deserve to. The younger Astartes learns something but nobody is sure of what exactly.
Dorn
“Babies are grown when a household reaches sufficient structural stability.”
Dorn hears that and looks at the astartes with the expression of a fortress wall being disappointed.
“No.”
“No, my lord?” The Astartes straightens.
“No.”
The younger astartes waits for more and Dorn realizes with visible pain that more is required so he explains reproduction with the exact tone he would use to describe masonry, it’s terrifyingly practical with out unembellished or euphemisms despite the entire squad wishing there had been euphemisms.
“Don't invent civic infrastructure theories about childbirth again.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Also households do benefit from stability.” Dorn adds. “But that is unrelated to conception.”
Konrad Curze
“Babies come from nightmares, if enough people are afraid in one place a small human appears to continue the suffering.”
Curze hears that and makes a weird sound that may be laughter.
“Wrong.” He leans in. “But thematically… interesting.”
The younger Astartes is now more confused and significantly more traumatized, Sevatar who has been standing nearby ends up explaining the basics in the driest possible tone while Curze occasionally interrupts from the shadows with comments like “and then they are born screaming.”
Sanguinius
“Babies are made when two souls love each other so much that the Emperor sends them a tiny servant.”
Sanguinius hears this and looks physically pained. “My son, that is… very sweet.” He approaches gently and places a hand on his shoulder. “And almost entirely incorrect. Love can be involved, often, one hopes it is but there is also nature at work.”
He explains it kindly and with enough delicacy that nobody feels mocked and with enough accuracy that the sanguinary priests silently nod in approval. The younger Astartes understands, the older one is embarrassed but not crushed. Sanguinius later asks the Chaplains whether perhaps the legion’s education has been a little too focused on swordsmanship and blood rites.
Ferrus
“Babies are manufactured through inferior organic replication, the flesh copies itself because it lacks proper modularity.”
Ferrus stops hammering and slowly sets down the tool. “You are technically approaching a concept and somehow still failing. The flesh is weak, yes, but it isn’t a forge template.” He explains reproduction in blunt practical terms using enough biological detail to be correct and enough mechanical comparison to keep them from panicking.
“You won’t teach again until you understand the difference between organic process and manufacturing.”
“Yes, father.”
“And don't call infants unfinished components, civilians dislike that.”
The Iron Hands quietly amend several educational scrolls.
Angron
“Babies come from blood, enough blood spills and eventually life crawls out of it.”
Angron hears and everything stops, the older Astartes suddenly realizes he has chosen the worst possible primarch to say this near.
“No.” Angron turns, jaw tight. “That is what monsters tell themselves when they only know how to make corpses. People are born from bodies, women and from pain, yes, but not that kind, it isn’t a slaughter. Don’t make life sound like one of our battlefields.” Then he walks away before anyone can see too much on his face.
Guilliman
“Babies are issued by local family governance after a successful marriage petition and population sustainability review.”
Guilliman hears this, his face is calm but his soul nearly left his body.
“...Issued?”
“Yes, my lord, by civic authority.”
Guilliman blinks very slowly. “I have failed you.”
“No, my lord!” The Astartes immediately panics.
“Yes, clearly. Somewhere in your education a catastrophic omission occurred and now you believe municipal paperwork is reproductive.”
“It is not?” The younger astartes whispers and Guilliman visibly ages.
He organizes an emergency curriculum reform within six hours. The original Astartes isn’t punished but he is cited anonymously in the introduction as ‘a demonstrated educational failure.’
Mortarion
“Babies grow from spores in damp places, that’s why civilians keep their houses warm.”
Mortarion hears that and for one long moment he stays in silence.
“No.”
The Astartes waits.
“And never say that again.” Mortarion continues.
“But my lord, don’t they grow?”
Mortarion looks like he has been stabbed by stupidity. “Not like fungus.”
“But there is an incubation-”
“Stop helping.”
He gives a short and factual explanation stripped of romance, mystery and any possible joy, he makes normal biology sound like a diagnosis.
“Life is already unpleasant, don’t make it idiotic.” The Death Guard accept this as inspirational wisdom.
Magnus the Red
“Babies are formed when two psychic signatures resonate and attract a soul fragment from the immaterium into a prepared vessel.”
Magnus slowly lowers his book, the statement is wrong but in a way that has wandered too close to several metaphysical arguments Magnus would absolutely like to have.
“No, not precisely.”
Magnus gives a lecture about reproductive biology, genetics, psychic resonance and the philosophical question of when consciousness enters matter. The younger Astartes looks increasingly haunted, the older one tries to take notes and gives up after the phrase ‘ontological threshold’.
After two hours, Magnus concludes. “So, in summary, you were wrong.”
“Where do babies come from then?”
Magnus smiles. “Let us begin again.”
Horus
“Babies happen when a great leader inspires a population hard enough.”
Horus hears this and nearly chokes on his drink.
“What?”
“Because morale increases birth rates, my lord.” The Astartes smiles proudly. This is the kind of wrong that has a tiny piece of political truth inside it, making it vastly more annoying.
Horus laughs first until he sees that the younger astartes genuinely believes it. “Oh. You’re serious.” He puts an arm around both of them like a beloved warlord about to deliver the most uncomfortable fireside chat of their lives. “Right. We are fixing this before you embarrass me in front of a remembrancer.” Horus explains it plainly, with charisma, humor and exactly enough vulgarity that they will remember it forever, by the end the squad is informed and slightly traumatized.
Lorgar
“Babies are granted when faith pleases the divine and a household becomes worthy of receiving a soul.”
Lorgar hears this and his eyes shine, that answer is wrong but it’s spiritually marketable. He interrupts only because he remembered he is supposed to be responsible. “My son… there is beauty in what you said but we mustn’t confuse metaphor with mechanism.” He then gives a lecture that is half biology and half sermon, the younger Astartes leaves understanding the basic reproductive process and also believing childbirth is a sacred ritual written in flesh. The older one is gently praised for seeking meaning but corrected for being factually disastrous.
Vulkan
“Babies are made when a family loves each other so much that they build one together, like a small forge project.”
Vulkan hears that and his face does the thing where he is trying very hard not to laugh because the answer is wrong but also extremely adorable.
“That isn’t how it works, my son, but I understand why you said it.”
He explains with warmth, patience and absolutely no shame. The younger Astartes asks many questions and Vulkan answers all of them.
“So they aren’t built?” The older Astartes asks.
Vulkan pats his shoulder. “No but they are raised, that’s the building part.”
Corvus Corax
“Babies emerge from silence when loneliness becomes too heavy.”
Corax hears this from the shadows and remains silent for so long that both Astartes assume they are safe until a voice comes from behind them.
“That was poetry pretending to be information, don’t do that.” Corax steps forward and the older Astartes almost jumps out of his armor.
“But it sounded meaningful, my lord.” The younger Astartes says.
Corax sighs and explains the truth quietly and directly, though with a melancholy edge that makes the whole thing sound like a tragic folk story.
“Loneliness may lead people to seek love and love may lead to children but babies don’t condense out of sorrow… Usually.”
The Raven Guard are left unsure whether that final part was a joke.
Alpharius Omegon
“Babies are created when two adults exchange classified genetic intelligence through a covert biological operation.”
Alpharius is nearby or Omegon or both.
“That isn’t entirely inaccurate.” He says
“It is also a terrible explanation.” The other twin speaks as he appears from absolutely nowhere.
“Was I wrong?” The older Astartes looks between them.
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Operationally.”
“Pedagogically.”
The younger Astartes is now more confused than before. The twins proceed to explain reproduction using intelligence terminology, espionage metaphors, at least three false examples, one true example disguised as a lie and a diagram that self-destructs after viewing.
“So… where do babies come from?” The younger Astartes asks at the end.
“Ask your apothecary.” Alpharius smiles.
“But don’t trust his first answer.” Omegon adds.
Don’t trust the “I’ve never been fed a single day in my miserable life” act. They’ve already had breakfast. And they ate two bags of snacks in the car on the way here. And they’re getting a proper lunch in about thirty minutes.
The steak they’re currently attempting to smuggle away from the barbecue is neither necessary nor deserved.
Also I thought that two 8ft murder sons are better than one:) thanks for the doodle idea🖤✨
WARHAMMER FANS: what the fuck is that Sevatar Joytoy design, sometimes it feels like you have no idea how the books describe any of your own characters
GAMES WORKSHOP: what books? Holy shit have we been publishing books?
WARHAMMER FANS: yeah dude
GAMES WORKSHOP: ohh thats what all those fucking emails were about, oh my goddd we've just been hitting the "sounds good" predictive text prompt, you guys this is so bad
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“Hey, so… We need to talk.” Emily says, tugging a little on her light brown hair with a finger, not looking directly at Ahirom as she speaks.
“… Have we not been talking to one another off and on for most of the afternoon?” Ahirom asks, blinking a little in confusion as he stares at his bonded, tilting his head a little in confusion.
She lets out an irritated huff, rolling her eyes “I guess. I mean, I haven’t really been paying much attention, actually? I’ve been focused on some drama that a couple of my friends have been getting into. Apparently Chelsea and Amelie are fighting over who stole whose boyfriend again. Honestly, the two of them steal partners from one another all the time. It’s one of the things they do, as part of their weird rivalry.”
Ahirom blinks, feeling vaguely hurt that what he had thought as a reciprocal conversation about their plans for the weekend had been something that his bonded hadn’t even bothered to really register as something to actively participate in. He mentally shakes off the brief hurt - he knows how much her friends mean to her. “I see. What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”
“So… While you’ve been great! You’re a lot of fun, you’re super artsy and creative and beautiful, it’s just… I don’t. I don’t see this thing between the two of us working out long-term.” Emily explains, still refusing to look at him as she fidgets with her phone and her hair.
“… What thing?” Ahirom asks, his voice shaking a little, as he could feel his throat closing in horror, confusion and pain. She wasn’t rejecting their bond, was she? He… He hadn’t done anything to upset or anger her to that extent, did he?
“This… This whole… Relationship, thing. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a really sweet, great guy! Very attentive to what I want, and giving but… You see. You’re a little… Clingy. For me, you know? I tend to go for guys who are really aloof and reserved. Now, while there’s nothing wrong with being in touch with your emotions, I gotta say… You’re just. Not really my type, is all? It’s totally all me, not you.” Emily explains, each word hitting harder and hurting more than the last.
“II… I see. And you want… You want to end our… Relationship because I am… attentive to your needs and wants?” Ahirom asks, trying desperately to follow her line of logic, and failing.
“Yeah, exactly! See, I like my alone time, and my ability to be independent! You getting me pretty much anything I want or need when I speak up about it, is a little frustrating? That and -. Ah. Don’t worry about it. It’s just. I don’t think it’s going to work out - and before you do your whole sob story about the two of us being soul-bound together… Here’s the thing. Is it a really cute and romantic idea? Yeah, But I really, really don’t believe that it’s a thing that actually happens to people.” Emily continues, shrugging her shoulders and laughing a little, kicking her feet “I mean. This whole soul bonds thing is one step removed from actual soul- mate stuff, which is actual horse shit. In part because souls don’t really exist! The entire concept of souls and soul bonds probably came from some nutso religion to try to control the masses. I don’t believe in any of that crap. So, this has been a fun experience, you were great, the sex was awesome, but I’m bored now, so-“
She paused for several long eternities.
Ahirom wished that he could find something, anything to say that might convince her to let him stay. All that he could try to come out of his mouth was a tiny whimper, as tears ran hot and fast down his face. His hearts were shattered, and his soul was screaming in pain as his mind scrambled to try to figure out what he might have done wrong. Her words were devastating, and had wholly robbed him of the ability to speak.
Emily actually looked over at them for a couple of moments, hers brown eyes shining with mirth and amusement - as if she were utterly unaware of the absolute emotional devastation she was putting him through. “Jeeez! You’ve already started blubbering and crying, aren’t you? That’s so cringe. I told you from the outset that I don’t do serious romantic relationships! That if we were going to be together that it was going to need to stay light and fun. If you got too invested into this, it’s your fault, not mine. I’ll give you the rest of the day to pack your stuff, and be out of here. This is my apartment, you’re not on the lease, and I don’t want you anymore. So just… Go away.”
“I… I… Are… Are you sue about this?” Ahirom manages to croak out, though the words are immensely difficult to get out, as his broken hearts are lodged at the back of his throat, making talking or even breathing immensely difficult.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve known for a couple of weeks that I’ve started to get bored of this relationship. Again, you’ve been a really sweet guy, and all of my friends love you, my family thinks you’re great… It’s just… With you there, it’s no longer just what’s going on with me and my life, you know? They’re also wanting to include you in everything too and that means that the spotlight isn’t just on me, so I just… Need to not share that attention, you know? So. Yeah. I know that they aren’t great reasons to break up with someone, but they are mine. I’m not going to be talked out of it - do you really think that you’re the first astartes to go all moon-eyed over me? Nah. You’re the third one this year, actually. I don’t know what it is about me that attracts you giant, gorgeous but clingy fellas to me, but none of you can seem to resist me~! It’s super flattering in its own way, but I’m done with this now.”
Emily reaches over and pushes at his shoulder a little, as if she’s trying to get him to move off the couch. She normally wouldn’t have the strength to do so, but the absolute shock of her request - and the reasoning behind it, have him reeling and off-balance enough to have Ahirom stumbling down to the floor, a wounded sound leaving him.
“I…. I see. As you seem to be… Resolute in this… I will… I shall… I shall leave.” Ahirom responds, his hearts cracking and bleeding in agony as he staggers towards the bedroom that he and Emily had shared for months together. It takes him a couple of hours to pack, because his tears keep making it difficult for him to see anything.
When he finally emerges, Emily is looking at him again, a vaguely irritated expression on her face, as she jiggles one of her feet impatiently “Are you going to go yet, or what? You’ve been dragging your feet on this for long enough. Get out of my home.”
"I... I am. It took me time as I am mourning our relationship. as this is quite a shock and emotional blow for me." Ahirom explains. He won't beg on his knees for her, but only because she's made it abundantly clear that she has no care for him. Perhaps she never did. The thought makes his hearts ache worse. He'd messaged a dear friend of his, asking if he could crash at his and his bonded's place for a couple of days. While he could go to one of the bases, he really didn't want to interact with more people than he absolutely had to,
