#atramentar

Oh definitely:

First and foremost they all undergo the Astartes process which is in and of itself and incredibly vast procedure. But personality wise skeeter and pip are the ones to mature the most, bigs keeps his cynical sarcastic nature.

Pip actually ends up outgrowing Bigs by nearly a full head, thanks to Mama feeding them well and pip spending a longer time eating a consistent food source of course. Bigs is forever salty about it.

Bigs goes the route of the Atramentar, given he’s kept two kids alive in the underbelly of a hive city for the better part of 4 years it’s not very surprising that he’s got the skills to back it up.

Skeeter goes the route of the Warp Talon like Mama, not very far into their mutations yet but they developed the uncanny ability to crawl across surfaces like a spider and spin their limbs a full 180 without injury. (mama is so proud)

And finally Pip doesn’t really choose any specific route, he just goes where the chaos follows. (As is the case with all youngest siblings.)

Kadisa:Yes.

Everybody around them:

Sevatar! Yes. The irreverent, sociopathic, brilliant, best Night Lord.

@iretonmasade

I’ve posted some of his legendary snark here before, but here’s a moment where he’s actually being heroic, and doesn’t see what the big deal is.

He calls his favorite human pilot, Taye, out of a dogfight, to come give him a ride.

**

Sevatar was waiting for them, his armour streaked with scorch marks, and his chainglaive in hand. The calm at the eye of the storm, around him, the chaos of the hangar rattled and raged on, with serfs extinguishing fires, debris crashing down from the ceiling, and amber flashing lights warning of a depressurisation threat.

...

Taye didn't use the runway to touch down; she killed all thrust with timed bursts from her retros, and brought the fighter down in a tight spiral. Sevatar was moving the moment the landing claws crunched onto the deck. He jumped up, grabbed the edge of one slicked-back shark-fin wing, and pulled himself up with one hand.

'Go,' he voxed.

There was no answer, and a glance at the cockpit showed Kyven staring back at him wide-eyed from the rear-facing seat, with Taye hunched round in her throne, trying to see what was going on. He could hear them breathing over the vox.

'You... you can't be serious,' she said softly.

Sevatar stalked along the back of the fighter, mag-locking his boots to the Wrath's dark skin a few metres behind the cockpit. He shook his head at the naviseer's moronic expression of shock. 'I said go.'

He crouched low, taking three punches to smash a deep dent in the fighter's hull, just enough to grip the edge. He kept his spear held behind his back, angled away. The fighter thrummed beneath his boots, coming alive again.

'Sevatar, this is insane.'

He rolled his black eyes behind the red eye-lenses. How tiring it was, to hear those words yet again. Sometimes, he wondered if 'duty' was just a word to other people, and they never truly grasped its meaning.

...

'Get me to the Invincible Reason,' he voxed. 'My men are fighting aboard, and I'll die before I send them into a battle I wouldn't join myself.'

He could hear the grin in her words, the smile breaking through her disbelief. 'You're taking that oath of First Company brotherhood far too seriously,' she said.

Sevatar didn't reply. He was Atramentar. His brothers were Atramentar. There was nothing to say.

Alastor Rushal, the Raven

Buckle up, the daily portion of murderous Night Lords-madness is about to be served!

Alastor's a little-described character, but whose brief appearances have left a lasting impression on the fandom (and on me).

So many questions! What exactly happened between him and Sevatar? All just Stockholm syndrome or something else entirely? The traitor is silent about it (yeah, so much room for pun-related activities here ...). In any case, there's quite some fanfiction starring everybody's favourite Night Lord/Raven Guard-hybrid at Ao3. Mostly in connection with Sevatar and I definitely won't complain about that.