#Are they loyalist? Yes. Are they traitor? Yes

[contemplatingoutlander]

Patel is a very dangerous conspiracy theorist. Putting him in charge of the FBI will destroy the independence of that institution. Patel will likely turn FBI agents into 'enforcers' for the Trump agenda that will be used to investigate and intimidate his critics.

“We will go out and find the conspirators — not just in government, but in the media — yes, we’re going to come after the people in the media who lied about American citizens, who helped Joe Biden rig presidential elections. “We’re going to come after you. Whether it’s criminally or civilly, we’ll figure that out. But yeah, we’re putting you all on notice, and Steve, this is why they hate us. This is why we’re tyrannical. This is why we’re dictators.... Because we’re actually going to use the Constitution to prosecute them for crimes they said we have always been guilty of but never have.” Kash Patel (Dec. 2023) on Steve Bannon’s “War Room” podcast

Indoctrinating Children Into MAGA Beliefs

I don't know if Patel is just corrupt or he actually believes the conspiracy theories about the 2020 election having been rigged, or that "federal bureaucrats in the 'deep state' tried to overthrow the former president."

Regardless, Patel actually wrote a series of children's books whose purpose was to indoctrinate children into the belief that the Democrats had created terrible "plots" to prevent Trump from becoming and remaining president

Here are the book series titles: The Plot Against the King (April 1, 2022),The Plot Against the King 2000 Mules (Aug. 29, 2022), The Plot Against the King 3: The Return of the King (Sept. 9, 2024).

Furthermore, the article above claims the book series features Patel "as a 'wizard' defending “King Donald.'”

Below is the cover from the third book. You can see Patel as the "wizard" on the left:

I'm sorry, but anyone who stoops to indoctrinating children regarding MAGA conspiracies should NOT be in charge of the FBI.

For a humorous take on the second book in the series, by a left- leaning TikToker SnoozeAlarmMom, see this POST.

[Below the cut are some excerpts from the article. It's one of the more thorough articles out there about Kash Patel, so I highly recommend reading it.]

President-elect Donald Trump announced Saturday he would pick Kashyap "Kash" Patel, a 44-year-old loyalist with little significant experience in federal law enforcement, to serve as director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. [...] A former senior law enforcement official who interacted with Patel in the past said he was not qualified for the position.

"It’s ridiculous. He’s arguably the least qualified person ever nominated for a senior position in federal law enforcement," said the former official, who asked not to be named citing fears of retaliation from Trump. "I don’t know anything significant that he achieved at the DOJ. He was not well regarded as a prosecutor." [...] Patel has promoted the falsehood that the 2020 election was stolen from Trump as well as the baseless conspiracy theory that federal bureaucrats in the “deep state” tried to overthrow the former president.

Patel has called for replacing “anti-democratic” civil servants in law enforcement and intelligence with “patriots” who he says will work for the American people. In his memoir, "Government Gangsters," he described the current political moment as “a battle between the people and a corrupt ruling class." [...] Patel has also echoed Trump’s rhetoric labeling journalists as traitors and calling for “cleaning out” of allegedly disloyal federal civil servants. In an interview last year with longtime Trump ally Steve Bannon, Patel vowed to go after “conspirators” who he claimed had abused their positions in government.  “The one thing we learned in the Trump administration the first go-around is that we have to put in all-American patriots top to bottom,” Patel told Bannon. 

“And the one thing that we will do that they never will do is that we will follow the facts and the law and go to courts of law," he said. "And correct these justices and lawyers who have been prosecuting these cases based on politics."  “We will go out and find the conspirators, not just in government but in the media — yes, we’re going to come after the people in the media who lied about American citizens who helped Joe Biden rig presidential elections," Patel said. "Whether it’s criminally or civilly, we’re going to figure that out — but yeah, we’re putting you all on notice."

A “wizard” defending “King Donald”

Patel joined Trump on the 2024 campaign trail and has promoted his memoir, a film adaptation of the memoir and a line of children’s books featuring him as a “wizard” defending “King Donald.” [...]  A former senior federal law enforcement official who served under Trump during his first term said that the Patel and Gaetz nominations were signs of Trump's disdain for the DOJ and FBI and both agencies' efforts to not be used to settle political scores.

"He's just going to run roughshod over them," predicted the former official, who asked not to be named due to fear of retaliation by Trump. "He’s thumbing his nose at the DOJ and FBI with these nominations. He’s going to effect his will regardless of our norms."

[ahrianee]

I love your design for traitor Roboute! Do you have any lore for him?

I'm so glad you like my design for Traitor! Roboute!(˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

And if I have some Lore for this silly Au that I created with the excuse of drawing a bad Roboute and... Yandere.

Basically, traitors are loyal and loyalists are traitors. In this case, the one who started the heresy was Lion el' Johnson. This au, the winners were the traitors.

Erebus is the one who convinced Lion that the Emperor was hoarding all the power for himself and was not going to share it with them.

In this Au the one who dies is Fulgrim, if Fulgrim takes the place of Sanguinius.

Traitors

Lion [Blessed by All the gods]

Roboute [ Blessed by All the gods]

Sanguinius [Blessed by Slaanesh]

Leman

Jaghatai Khan

Corvus [This has been too obvious and easy]

Ferrus [ Blessed by Tzeentch]

Lorgar Yes, he's still a heretic, and no one will judge me for that, I hope...

Vulkan [ Blessed by Nurgle]

Yes, I tried to make some sense of it at first, then after seeing how difficult it was I just made it so that whoever was most suited to be blessed, my boyfriend has helped me a lot with this.

And I just left a sketch of Traitor!Roboute.

Someone who has a slightly more arrogant and confident attitude, knowing the capabilities he has, has a somewhat inflated ego.

And here's also a sketch of Tzeentch! Rena

Rena who in this Au, was corrupted by the promises of knowledge offered to her by Tzeentch.

Roboute was not at all pleased that his fiancée continued to ignore him, and one thing led to another and he ended up locking up his own fiancée to keep her by his side.

Ps: In this Au he gets his arm back... Only now it's a "bird" arm with feathers

Yes... This whole Au is an excuse for a Yandere plot... I don't regret anything... I learned to draw to fulfill my delulus thoughts

✨💕

[shockstarcels]

the confrontation between starscream and megatron in All Hail Megatron, is a concise way of showing their idealogical split and conflict between the two of them. it tackles the root of their issue immediately, by beginning the conversation with starscream sarcastically complimenting megatron's conquest, only to be met with sincerity from his leader. he was not seen, nor taken seriously as the second-in-command, despite his warning that there would be traitors after this victory. his voice was heard but not listened. he was treated like a petulant novice.

"your memory fails you, megatron. i was there even before there was a beginning. before you."

it came to a point where starscream reminded megatron of his position in the decepticon. he's not a confused, easily impressed warrior that megatron seemingly like to think. he has been fighting for the decepticon cause even before megatron came into the picture.

the wounds deepened when megatron disregard his words, and instead, attempt to appease starscream by complimenting him and compares him to a true decepticon. which, if anything, is a fucking insult to starscream as he's been reduced into a poster for the faction, and nothing more. yes, he does fight for the decepticon and he is willing to be the face of it, but megatron patronized him into a mere accessory.

which ironically led starscream to fulfill the prophecy on his own. he gather his own ally with his loyalist by his side, in order to usurp megatron.

it's interesting to see the source that cause the friction in their partnership. it was layered with secrecy for millennials, and starscream felt underestimated by megatron's perception of him, and megatron withhold too many information from his own second-in-command. there was no respect in this teamwork. there's an imbalance between the two of them which led starscream to distrust megatron and his objective for the decepticon.

[horizon-verizon]

People often say Daenerys won’t get any support because she’s the Mad King’s daughter, but this ignores the enduring support for the Targaryens that persists throughout Westeros. There’s a significant base of loyalists and general sympathy for House Targaryen, especially as discontent grows among the smallfolk. In regions like the Riverlands and King’s Landing, dissatisfaction with the Baratheons, Lannisters, Tullys, and even the Starks has grown. The Faith has also grown dissatisfied. Tywin’s men have burned septs, and the capital is reeling from starvation and chaos. The Lannisters’ repeated crimes against both the gods and the people have only made matters worse. While much of this frustration stems from the chaos of recent wars and misrule, it also traces back to the flaws in Robert’s reign. Smallfolks even look back on Aerys with a degree of nostalgia and a sense of favor.

She looked about to see that no guards were near, and spat three times. "There's for the Tullys, and there's for the Lannisters, and there's for the Starks." "It's a sin and a shame," an old man hissed. "When the old king was still alive, he'd not have stood for this." "King Robert?" Arya asked, forgetting herself. "King Aerys, gods grace him," the old man said, too loudly. A guard came sauntering over to shut them up. The old man lost both his teeth, and there was no more talk that night. (ACOK, Arya VI)

This kind of sentiment isn’t new—it’s been a risk since the start of the series. The Targaryens gaining support once they start looking like a viable option has always been part of the story. Even Robert Baratheon, at his strongest, feared this possibility:

"Perhaps. There are ships to be had in the Free Cities, though. I tell you, Ned, I do not like this marriage. There are still those in the Seven Kingdoms who call me Usurper. Do you forget how many houses fought for Targaryen in the war? They bide their time for now, but give them half a chance, they will murder me in my bed, and my sons with me. If the beggar king crosses with a Dothraki horde at his back, the traitors will join him." (AGOT, Eddard II)

Robert’s paranoia underscores the enduring loyalty of Targaryen supporters, many of whom remained dormant, waiting for the right moment to rise again. This fear was not unfounded. Daenerys has everything she needs to rally support: she’s Aerys’s daughter, Viserys’s heir, the mother of dragons, the Queen of Meereen, and she has an army. The stage is perfectly set for the Targaryens to look like the answer everyone’s been waiting for.

Yes, exactly, I agree. A lot of people let the show dictate how they will see the series itself go and use the excuse of GRRM not finishing the books, when they ignore or don't know how to comprehend the clues or suggestions of the text to even try to deviate from their first or early impressions. And/or they are already sexist or have biases they haven't and/or are unwilling to confront, so they are eager to evaluate situations without using the actual text. Annoying.

[kit-williams]

Husbandry Angron part 2

Part 2 to this fic

For @egrets-not-regrets for helping me here is your reward for helpin me.

@liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Thank you @squishyowl for the dividers

Dozens of apothecaries and human brain surgeons were there in the large surgery room in the base, curtesy of the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists making it in such a short amount of time. Waiting in the wings were flesh crafter sorcerers as there was little chance for failure as this was a primarch. They had to try their best as they were going in blind.

With his skull cap removed they could see the mess... "Jesus Christ." A surgeon said looking at the mess... a mess of wires and brain matter barely holding together.

"Um, is... is his skull cap growing back?" Another human said noticing how the bone was slowly stitching itself back together and regrowing.

"Yes it is." the head apothecarian said walking up and taking a look as he was in full armor, "Get the flesh crafters on standby." The chaos space marine ordered as why he was head surgeon? He had worked with the consortium.

The humans were the ones who were mostly going to be working on the primarch given their small deft hands could be delicate in this situation. Hours dragged on and metal was removed leaving gaping holes in his brain to which the sorcerers and his own natural healing factor worked hard to repair. This meticulous surgery pushed the limits of what was thought possible for both humans and Astartes... they were dealing with a Primarch and whatever genetic monstrosity it meant to be a primarch curtosey of the Emperor. Several powerful sorcerers sat around the building all pooling the warp and keeping it stable so that the flesh crafters could utilize it with ease.

Apothecarians all communicated on the private vox channel when the humans would pause having to remove the regrowing skull cap or when they were stumped on how to remove a particularly tricky nail. Oh there was one from each legion, minus the World Eaters, sometimes there were even two from the same legion; one a traitor and the other a loyalist. But, outside the building were gathering war hounds and world eaters... they gathered like lost dogs just limping their way here... all there and all silently hoping...

Angron opened his eyes as he could hear the gentle click of knitting needles and a calm beat of a heart he knew over the white noise that the dozens of medical machines had become. He sat up looking toward the click of the needles...

"Welcome back." Your soft voice greeted his ears as there was a gentle smile on your lip, "It's been a few days and in that time, let me tell you, I've met more space marines than I've ever seen." You say as you put down your project. You wait a couple of beats and your smile falters as Angron continues to sit there, "They..." He could hear your swallow, "They said there might be..." again you swallow doing your best to stay strong, "unknown side effects." You finally walk closer, looking up at him as your tiny hand rests on his, "Angron?" You say softly.

For Angron... he was overwhelmed by the fact that there was no longer any pain... his mind rushing trying to think of how to react and interact when there was no pain at the base of it all. He picked you up and held you close, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, as large tears rushed down his face. Words... oh so many of his brothers were good with words in any occasion by here words would do him little good. As Angron wept in joy... joy... he could finally feel another emotion again without pain after so long.

The devourer of worlds... the warlords of madness and bloodshed... so many of them subjected themselves to the nails but now... so many of them came to get them removed. Feral Astartes came to get them out. As once more they came to him like a dog to follow their father. A legion of beaten dogs they were... but they were dogs who could still wag their tails.

[candyswirls]

Bat Fledgling - Pt 5: Welcome

Previous - Next - MasterPost

Summary: They arrive back home at the Raven Lord’s base.

This Night Lord Baby is getting the home and family he deserves

I’ve always imagined that a number of Corvus’s sons joined him in the warp and he ended up collecting others.

Hidden within several cavernous crags and sharp peaks was their base. A red river poured from out it into a massive and high waterfall. Mist flowed up high into the air. Just under a ledge was an unseen cave. It looked like it went forward only a few meters before abruptly ending. A simple illusion of perspective.

Far into the cave was the Raven Lord’s base. At first it had been a hiding place. A very good one. Him and his band of warriors camped out in the darkness. Now it was a secret fortress. Ten thousand years allowed them to bring it from shambles to an unmoving ship.

It was stockpiled with scavenged weapons and ammunition. Food storage came from their greenhouses and if filtered, the water was drinkable. It’s hue came from the sediment and soil springs the area.

Kiri whispered into the Raven Lord’s ear as they approached.

“Is this where we’re going to live?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“It’s pretty.”

“Wait till you see the inside.”

Kiri’s looked astonished, “Inside?? Where??”

Corvus smiled as they descended towards the bottom of the waterfall. They slipped behind it and climbed up to the cave.

About 8,000 years ago they had created a false wall to deter enemies should they find the place. It opened with a simple hidden knob and locking mechanisms.

The door swung open and they stepped into the impeding darkness.

Kiri held onto Corvus as they walked forward.

“Corvus Corax and guest,” he said aloud.

“Tevro.”

“Abbott.”

Another false wall opened, light pouring out.

“Lord Corax!” Called out several voices.

The Raven’s current band of warriors was a mix of different legions. Some had left their traitorous ones and had never wanted to join chaos in the first place. Others were members of loyalist chapters who became trapped in the warp. A number of his own sons had joined as they searched for him in the warp. He’d picked up some space wolves looking for his brother and had a surprising amount of Emperors Children and Night Lords that had joined.

“Is that a child?” A Night Lord asked.

A gasp rang out.

It was Adile, a former emperors child. It was known that he adored babies and children of any kind. He had dealt specifically with neophytes and cared for them.

“Hello there sweet baby!” He greeted. “How precious you are! Oh he’s so small, much smaller than any neophyte I’ve met.”

Kiri, albeit a bit shy, waved to Adile.

Adile wore his heart on his sleeve. An extremely caring individual and true romantic. Adopting various pets and helping anyone he could. It was easy to see when he fell in love with someone or something, even with the mask he wore. Corvus saw the exact moment he fell in love Kiri.

“Lord Corax where did you find this most precious baby?” He gushed.

“This is Kiri and he was being held by the word bearers for the mission,” Corvus explained. “I’ve rescued him and brought him here.”

“Of course,” Muttered Honsin. The former word bearer for was incredibly bitter about his legion and especially his Primarch.

Corvus set Kiri down.

“He’ll stay here,” Corvus said. “He’s already mutating and has been passed around to enough guardians.”

Tevro added, “Lord Corvus has adopted him. A little brother.”

“Daddy!” Kiri giggled as he hugged the Primarch.

Adile let out an audible “aw”.

“We don’t have clothes or armor that would fit him,” mentioned one of the Night Lords. “I can take his measurements and use some of the scrap fabric too small for us.”

Avikona had taught himself sewing in his spare time and had used it to help the band.

“Where is Bora?” Corvus questioned.

Several motioned to the med bay.

He led Kiri into there, motioning for the others not to follow.

Bora was working with several vials and bowed to the Primarch.

“Lord Corax,” he said as he moved around the table. “It pleases me to see you safely returned. How may I-“

He spotted Kiri.

“I…” Bora gaped. “A child?? One from Nostramo?”

Kiri’s smile faded.

“He was being held by the word bearers,” Corvus stated. “He’s been in and out of stasis.”

He picked up Kiri and placed him upon an exam table.

“He was… being experimented with,” Corvus retold, gritting teeth. “Seeing the effects of starting the Astartes process at an earlier age. He had begun at barely 6 years old. First with the Night Lords. Granted by my brother himself. Then given to the Word Bearers. I want you to make sure he’s okay.”

“I don’t want the Night Haunter’s geneseed,” Kiri said quickly. “I want it out. I can be a Raven Guard!”

He seemed almost frantic.

Bora looked from the boy to Corvus, his face only changing once he saw the Primarch’s own expression.

“Let’s do an evaluation,” Bora said quickly. “Then we can go from there.”

“Behave for, Bora,” Corvus said.

Kiri looked up, suddenly fearful, “You’re leaving me??”

“I must debrief the rest of my warriors,” he explained. “Don’t worry, Bora will take care of you. I’ll still be here at base.”

Kiri grabbed Corvus’s arm, refusing to let go.

“Please stay,” Kiri begged. “Don’t go. Stay with me. Or I can go with you!”

His desperation alarmed the Raven Lord.

They’d become too attached. Kiri only trusted him. But he was a Primarch and had responsibilities. He couldn’t focus on just one son. He would learn that he could rely on his new brothers.

“It is fine,” Corvus assured. “Bora is very good and can take care of you. You’ll be fine. I have to go.”

“No!” Kiri cried out.

“Kiri you need to let go,” Corvus said, an edge of annoyance in his tone.

“Don’t leave me!” Kiri started to cry. “Don’t leave me here! Don’t abandon me!!”

He froze, staring at his frantic child. Kiri’s eyes darted back and forth from Corax to apothecary tools.

“Okay,” he relented. “I’m staying. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not abandoning you.”

He found himself picking up and holding Kiri as the boy cried. He rubbed his child’s back and looked at Bora. The apothecary was severely out of his element. He’d been apprenticing back when the heresy happened. He had studied many things but struggled when initially putting things into practice. He hadn’t dealt much with neophytes or aspirants.

Once Kiri had calmed down enough, Corvus sat him on the exam table again but kept a hand on his back.

“Bora?” Corvus asked.

“Yes,” the apothecary said. “Let’s ask a few things first. Do you know what surgeries you’ve had?”

Kiri was significantly calmer and seemed to be back to his happy self. An occasional sniff sounded and his eyes were puffy. He willingly gave answers.

“You say you’re nine?” Bora asked as he checked Kiri’s teeth.

“Uh-huh,” Kiri answered. “But I’ve been in stasis since the heresy. Most of the time.”

Bora frowned and looked over the height and weight measurements he took then felt Kiri’s head again.

“Do you feel bigger?” He asked.

Kiri nodded.

“What about longer? Besides being bigger does your body feel the same?”

Kiri thought a moment. Bora asked as he few more questions and even took an x-ray.

“If we had records that would be nice,” the apothecary muttered.

He continued to mutter as he looked over scan he took.

Corvus smoothed back Kiri’s hair, “I’m going to speak with him. I’ll still be in the room and you can see me.”

Kiri nodded.

He moved to the far side of the room.

“What are you thinking?” He asked Bora.

“He’s not nine,” the apothecary answered. “I mean, ten thousand years and cryostasis and all. But his proportions are wrong for that age. It may have been three years passing but… he’s gotten bigger but he hasn’t grown. Technically he’s still just barely six. Effects of the Astartes process as our life span is increased.”

“He is very young and immature,” Corvus muttered.

Bora showed him the x-rays.

“He’s had fractures,” Bora said. “None needed for the Astartes process. Lots of additional scars as well. He’s thin, and not a healthy pale and… he’s sick. Obviously he would not begin the Astartes process again until he’s much older but if you also want the night lord geneseed removed he is going to need to get better and stronger before I can even consider doing anything.”

Corvus nodded.

“Throne,” Bora sighed. “My mentor told me I was going to be placed with the neophytes and I got every single bit of information of children and children’s medicine I could find. Then the heresy happened but I still have those books. Read up in them when I’m bored. Last night actually. Thank goodness I did so. Needed a refresher.”

Corvus sighed heavily as he processed Kiri’s condition.

“What of how attached he is?” Corvus questioned. “I believe some is due to fear of medical tools. But I can’t have him with me always.”

“My Lord, might I be candid?” Bora asked.

“Of course my son,” He answered.

Bora looked down then back to his Primarch, “You have always cared deeply for your sons. For the imperium. For the Emperor, beloved by all. We feel it and appreciate it. Yet you have such a deep connection to this boy.”

“I love all my sons equally,” Corvus assured.

Bora shook his head, “I don’t mean that. He’s young, hurt, and very emotional. He will required more attention and care. But… he’s attached to you. And I think you him.”

“I know I need to start keeping my distance,” Corvus muttered. “It’s not wise.”

“My Primarch,” Bora interjected. “We are but few in numbers and have been with you for near ten millennia. I would say we are closer than even the Great Angel was with the ninth. I think it is good and helpful.”

Corvus sighed and looked at his son for a moment before pulling him into an embrace. Tears pricked his eyes.

“I have lost too many sons,” he said. “I fear the day I return to the imperium I will not be able to bring myself to love my legion again. It’s been so long and it hurts to care and lose so many.”

“You already care for the boy,” Bora pointed out. “That is a good sign.”

“I fear to do so,” Corvus admitted. “Even more so that I can’t stop it.”

Bora rested his head upon his Primarch’s chest. They were stable in resources as they were during the crusade. But it had taken so much to get here. So long.

“Father,” Bora said. “You smell like the warp and not in a good way.”

Corvus chuckled, “You are right.”

He moved over to Kiri who sat patiently. He lit up as Corvus reached out for him.

“We both need to bathe,” Corvus told him.

“I haven’t had a bath in forever!” Kiri said excitedly.

As they exited the apothecary, Avikona, was waiting outside.

“Lord Corax,” he bowed. “If I can get his measurements I can start right away.”

Kiri flinched away as the Night Lord reached out.

“It’s okay,” Corvus said as he set Kiri down.

Avikona knelt down, “Hold out your arms. I just need to measure your torso and wingspan first.”

Kiri did so and watched as Avi used a string to get his measurements. Then his height and other things.

“Thank you,” he said as he swept off towards his room.

Kiri clung to Corvus’ leg.

“Come along,” Corvus urged. He kept his stride short and slow so Kiri could keep up.

Adile waited outside the showers for them.

“I’ve already filled a bath for both of you,” he said. “Nice and warm. Towels are laid out in there and everything else is set up.”

“Thank you Adile,” Corvus said.

“Come along,” Adile said as he offered a hand to Kiri.

The boy took it as they followed the Primarch in.

Adile assisted him with removing his armor and setting it aside.

Kiri stared at the filled bath, standing near the edge. It was carved out of the stone. Corvus suddenly wondered if Kiri could swim. All the others baths were Primarch and Astartes sized. But he was so little. He could easily fall in and drown.

“Kiri,” he called. “Come over here. Don’t run.”

Kiri came over, looking up at Corvus with a smile. He picked him up and Kiri ran his hands over his feathers.

“They’re soft,” Kiri commented. “Will I get feathers? With your geneseed?”

“Maybe,” he said. “Let’s get these rags off of you.”

He removed Kiri’s oversized shirt and the pair of shorts he had been wearing and gave them to Adile. He brought Kiri over to the tub and slowly sunk in. There was a step that was shallow enough that Kiri could sit there.

He ran his fingers through the water. Little hands stretched out, mesmerized by the feeling.

Corvus reached out his own hands and spread them under Kiri’s. They engulfed them.

Kiri ran his fingers along the lines of the Primarch’s palms. He grinned up at the Primarch.

Corvus smiled back.

He would have let him soak for a bit longer but dirt and patches of blood were starting to drift off of him.

He scrubbed gently with the soap they had, taking extra care with his hair. It was ratted and dense.

“Might need to cut it,” Corvus mentioned.

“No!” Kiri protested as he covered his head.

“Okay,” Corvus replied. “Let me keep working at it.”

As he pulled apart knots, Adile washed his own hair. He had become somewhat of an assistant to Corvus. Taking over duties usually assigned to serfs.

Adile had received severe head trauma and brain damage. The daemon possessing him deemed his body too broken to pilot and fled.

Corvus and those with him at the time found him. They nursed him back to health and helped to reteach him basic skills. Due to their kindness, he stayed with them, even as he gained back some memories.

He now functioned well on his own. He was extremely positive and couldn’t sense pain or temperature. Life was great in Adile’s eyes.

Corvus got through Kiri’s hair and used a cup to rinse him. Kiri popped the bubbles that appeared and giggled.

Adile was ready with a towel as Corvus handed his child over.

“Time to dry off!” Adile sang as he wrapped it around Kiri and took him away.

Corvus sunk deeper into the bath to get himself clean.

Adile set Kiri on a counter and dried him off. Only his face peeked out from the towel.

The Primarch dove under the water to rinse himself then climbed out. He wrapped himself and went to Kiri.

“Thank you Adile,” he said as he picked up Kiri.

Adile bowed.

Avikona left a small loincloth and a simple night gown in the Raven Lord’s room.

“Are those for me?” He asked.

Corvus nodded.

He had Kiri put them on as he put on his own casual clothes. He smoothed back the boy’s hair. It was now sleek and shiny.

“Do I have to sleep alone?” Kiri asked, worry hiding within his eyes.

Corvus caressed his cheek.

“You can stay with me tonight,” he said.

His beak retracted and he pressed a kissed to Kiri’s forehead.

Kiri giggled and climbed into his arms and pressed a kissed to his cheek.

As he held the boy, Kiri let out a few small sobs.

He pulled back and looked down at Kiri.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

Kiri shook his head as he wiped his eyes, “I’m really grateful. Thank you, daddy. Is this my home now?”

Corvus nodded.

“Okay,” Kiri sighed. “Good. I missed having a home. And a bath. And being…”

More tears streamed down his round cheeks.

He laid down with Kiri in his arms, rubbing his back and holding him close to his chest.

“Shhh,” he soothed. “It’s okay. It’s all okay. You’re safe now. You’re going to be taken care of.”

He recalled his own first bath. Kind gentle hands cleaning away the grime and dirt off of him. How nice it felt afterwards. Being cared for and clothed.

Kiri’s breath turned rhythmic as he fells asleep. Corvus ran fingers through his hair, unable to stop watching him. So little. So precious.

He muttered to himself, “Emperor, beloved by all, master of mankind, my father. Forgive this request so close to a prayer. Give me strength and knowledge to deal with this child. Help me to care and nurture him. He is so little and young, and sweet. I fear these tender and protective feelings I have that continue to grow. Guide me as I raise him. I’m afraid I cannot let him go. Please father, hear my plea.”

He pressed another kiss to Kiri’s forehead as his own exhaustion began taking over.

[troutfur]

Curlfeather being in a constantly changing form depending on the current perception of her actually made an image just stick in my head

What if, in her final conversation with Frost, after First finds out everything about the plans and so forth. She meets her daughter looking like a normal cat, not a demon, not an angel, just her mother.

One final exchange and farewell with Curl being herself and being viewed as a complex person by her daughter, before the truth is told to the clan and she is forever framed as an evil demon and traitor in their stories and folklore that never truly cared about anyone.

She gets to remain a person, for one last time, in her daughter's memory at least before it is overpowered by clan consensus

OOOOH! Yes! Yes! You get me!

As the dust is settling after Splashtail's defeat and the four Clans are brokering a deal that satisfies the pro-occupation side, the isolationists, Berryheart's faction, and even the exiled Tigerheartstar's loyalists, Frostpaw (who they expected to act as the kingmaker but is currently incapacitated) has her gauntlet of near death experiences.

Curlfeather is a reocurring vision, flickering between the demonic vision of her mauled, reanimated corpse and the regal star-pelted cat/celestial heron of her bird form. As the conversation with her daughter in her dreams ebbs and flows, at times Frostpaw's perception of her aligning with one form or the other, the debate rages on in the waking world. We see this through the eyes of Mistpaw and Graypaw (perhaps Mistpool and Graysky already?), not exactly the leaders of the opposing factions but very influential figures on the two movements either way. And they show a similarly complex view of their mother arising in tandem with what their sister is experiencing.

At that last crucial moment, as Curlfeather gets her last word in, the whole of the puzzle clicks and her thoughts begin to settle. She sees for a few moments that vision of Curlfeather, neither as saint or damned soul, just her mother as she was in life for one last time. And in that pivotal moment the deal is brokered and she's officially condemned by the new WindClan leadership. Curlfeather settles in her form as a damned soul and the soon-to-be-named Icestar does the Sisters soul retrieval ritual thingy she does in the books.

And such is sealed the fate of Curlfeather, the arc-long ambiguity about her being put to rest. I would say that from that moment on, she'd haunt Reedwhisker's place of death, with the ghost story surrounding her warning against coming to close to the edge of the whole he was thrown into.

[gulnarsultan]

After rebellion Stannis informs Robert that Queen Rhaella with Viserys III, Modern Reader and some loyalists left the Dragonstone and they lost the track.

Robert Baratheon: I’m disappointed. Not only Targaryens escaped, but also Lady Y/N Lannister escaped as well. She became a traitor to the crown, she must be punished for this.

I don’t think that Yandere platonic Lannisters would let Robert hurt Modern Reader. Meanwhile Modern Reader was with Queen Rhaella during her labour.

Queen Rhaella: Promise me, Y/N…. Promise me to keep my children safe.

Modern Reader: I promise, my Queen.

After Daenerys was born, Rhaella died. Viserys and Daenerys would have been completely alone, but luckily they have Modern Reader. Soon, most loyalists started to leave them.

Viserys III: Y/N, are you going to leave us too?

Modern Reader holds little Daenerys: What? No. I won’t leave you. Now come on, Viserys. We need to find a shelter.

Viserys III: Then what?

Modern Reader: Then, we’ll go to my friend and live there for quite some time. I’ll teach you how to use a sword, so you could be able to protect yourself and your sister. We’ll find allies and return to Westeros.

Viserys III: Hm, all right. Y/N?

Modern Reader: Yes?

Viserys III: Thank you for not abandoning us.

Modern Reader: Your welcome.

After that they found a shelter.

Modern Reader is strong, she will work with her friend, starting from sailing to the fighting pit, where Modern Reader wins. Meanwhile their friend keeps an eye on Targaryens. Modern Reader spends her free time, teaching Viserys how to use a sword and raising Daenerys under her wing. Well, what happens afterwards. Only this time Viserys won’t act like a piece of shit, and he would love Daenerys as his sister and Daenerys won’t be scared of her brother.

Sooo? What do you think?👀👀👀

Keep this secret between us. Stannis had caught them. However, at the reader's request, he released them. (Stannis secretly always admired the reader.🤭🤫)

The reader will certainly not abandon Viserys and Daenerys. It will protect them. It will raise them and become the mother/sister figure in their lives. It's hard to predict what will happen next. But the reader is certain that she will never allow Daenaerys to be forced into marriage.

[ahrianee]

I've been talking to my boyfriend about an AU where traitor primarchs are loyal and loyalists are traitors, and just thinking about a Traitor Roboute makes my neurons fire (The fanarts I see on Twitter help me keep thinking about it)

Yes, he is the one I talk to about most of these things and he also gives me the idea of most of the things I don't know well about WH40K yet.

A sandwich with Roboute and Traitor! Roboute where Rena is in the middle

[ourtalechara]

Currently thinking about leebury as enemies to lovers, but I only just started shipping it so they haven't become lovers yet, and I'm enjoying their arguments. Like, Yes Lee, put that loyalist scum in his PLACE. TELL him what he is. Samuel, shut this incompetent fool up. His whining won't make up for the fact the traitors would never win with someone like him in command. GET HIM.

[kit-williams]

Hoof Care

Yes I was really thinking of Baldamort's voice for Drar (Watch his video on the Master of Executions and well you can probably figure out where I got Drar's voice from)

Husbandry tag list: @egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

thank you @squishyowl for the 40k themed dividers

It was that time of the month again where you'd get a call to go to them they paid you quiet a bit and of course you weren't the only person going... it was always a big big event. You head to the Iron Warrior's base near the city... most Chaos Space Marines' don't have bases but their loyalist counterparts do... though Iron Warriors are an exception not a norm. Though you weren't sure as the Iron Warriors didn't have too much friction with their "traitor" selves? You didn't understand nor really bother too.

The norm would be the fact that there is a Night Lord base being built somewhere given that there were now enough loyalist night lords demanding it. But you made sure your tools were sharp and everything was ready... you knew the only downside of the Iron Warriors was the fact that both loyalist and traitor elements kept pushing and vying for power within their own... faction?

As you backed your truck in and got out you could hear his crooning... he was old had that slightly withered lit to his voice as it croaked out of him as if he had ruined his vocal cords time and time again. "Missy so nice of you to join us." Drar the Warpcutter spoke and if you remembered he said he was the leader of a warband known as the Malefactors of Sin.

"Lord Drar... and hello Helios." You politely said as his Master of Executions followed. The big man behind him looked at you and you swallowed... you didn't get the feel good vibes everyone else got. Your eyes flicked to their weapons... to the skulls up their belt... and you had a feeling Drar enjoyed the fact you were afraid of them. "Where is Vasso..." You ask for the current "chapter master" and you watch Drar wave his hand.

"Busy. The child is going to work himself to death at this rate and I... took the liberty of playing host for him." He says with a grin, "But enough pleasantries... you're the final one to arrive." You flinch as his massive hand pushes against your back and you move into the hanger.

Chaos Space Marines of countless chapters and warbands were here all highly mutated. Heavy hooves clipped and clopped against the floor as centaurs made their way to the designated zone. You headed over to the other ferriers as Drar trilled his goodbye and Helios just gave a nod. You could see where other space marines were watching and learning how to take care of their mutated brothers and cousins as in the far corner you could see iron warriors guarding feral marines that took the offer for maintained care but do not want humans touching them. You could understand as it took you a long time to get over the wrongness of your clients.

At least they behaved better than horses, the massive hooves were clipped and trimmed even polished if they wanted too. The utterly massive Black Legionary stallion... Troc was his name, he would have been such a pretty black horse, brought his own shoes... shiny brass things. He liked his hooves painted a nice solid black.

You could hear Adamatar bellowing as the white minotaur had hurt one of his hooves and so trying to get him to behave enough to put a block on his hoof was feeling like an impossible task. You could spy long tails wagging as fur coats were being brushed... a canine centaur of a Night Lord was half asleep as he was getting his jet black fur coat groomed and nails trimmed on his paws. You trimmed the frog of Troc's hooves just shaping his hoof as he was currently gushing about his bonded... a little girl who had a habit of calling him "pony" or "horsey" when she got overly excited and also calling him "Truck".

The shiny iron horseshoes of a bulky draft of an Iron warrior caught your eye. They certainly liked to feel pretty.... you shiver as a heavily mutated space marine lumbers past... organized chaos of it all and you're getting paid enough that it makes you not have to worry about the slower times of the year.

You could see someone with their body leaning into a massive stomach maw just cleaning the teeth of the marine. You stop looking as you hammer in his shoe and work on cutting the nails and then applying the black hoof polish.... rinse and repeat.

Sure they cooperated more then an actual animal but it was still a lot of hard work. "Hey!" You snapped at someone's apprentice. "Don't just walk behind them!" You said pointing out the fact that they were just walking right behind the centaurs. Which if he was working with actual horses was bad practice.

"They won't kick." They countered back.

"Yeah but they still can't see you and when you work with an actual horse they will kick if you walk right behind you. Give them the same berth as you would an actual horse because if one of these boy's kicks you're going to die." You huff as you resume working on the hooves of the Iron Warrior as someone was working on his horns... it was sometimes easier to do multiple tasks on the same marine as they kept still.

Lunch was provided and it was nice... it felt normal to have that lull in working as you grabbed a coffee as you worked in shifts... went around inspecting other's techniques... watching how some of them were teaching their apprentices, in various fields, or how they were teaching the Astartes on how to take care of their own. Sometimes a feral marine would be brave and try to get taken care of by one of us "mortals" but you never volunteered you had plenty of Astartes asking for you to work on them personally.

But the day blurred on by till you were getting handed a stack of cash of a few thousand dollars with the hope that you would come back same time next month and as well as the cavate that if something changed they would inform you. Again you see Drar as you head back to your trunk and a cup of coffee, that looks so small in his hands, is given to you. "What's this for?"

"Job well done?" He croons.

"Ah yes the usual hush coffee so I don't tattle on Vasso of you playing chapter master huh?" You say ignoring the scowl on his face as you sip the coffee, "or... is it hush coffee to keep me from tattling again to Vasso because you enjoy scaring people?"

"Mouthy little mortal aren't you." He hisses as you cow slightly, far too tired to not be filled with dread as he moves far too smoothly for something so big. He spat to the side, "But something like that."

"And like usual I'm going to be the last one to leave because you like chatting." You say tiredly as you drink the hot brew that made you feel tired. You had enough for a hotel in the city for tonight though... beds were always available here at the fortress. "I have a feeling you're going to chat me up so long I might just have to spend the night."

Drar laughed, it was hardly a pleasant sounding thing... it was dark and ominous... it was downright an evil sounding thing that ended rolling in his chest till it quieted. "You look exhausted."

You just drank the coffee to prevent yourself from making a 'captain obvious' joke, "I might stay tonight or at least get a few hours of shut eye."

"Then let me play the good host once more." He crooned and you just locked your car after placing your tools inside... just a few hours of sleep then you'd make the drive home.

[supercomputer-lizard]

Do you want to know the identities of the lost primarchs?

You have read the title, blah, blah, blah, give vote

This is the third poll I have done that is related to Warhammer 40k, they just do really well and here are the other two I have done (this one has the link to the other one):

Edit: this link is to my newest (as of now) poll, the final part of the primarch fuckablity polls, unless I make people play bed, wed, behead with the victor, should I?

[sadlybluespirited]

Rambling Thoughts

I don't know guys, I think I like Jurian as a character and maybe (controversial) I don't think he's entirely wrong for feeling a sense of betrayal in regards to Miryam.

Should he heal and move on from what happened?

Yes.

Has he?

No.

Is that like an irredeemable quality about him? I don't think so. He's a human that's been an eyeball for 500 years. I would also be a little unhinged with my behaviour. There's just some things that will forever change you and that's that. Also(Chapter 7 from the audiobook):

"...and she left me for that pretty faced prince the moment I put my people before her."

"I heard she left you because you became so focused on wringing information from Clythia that you lost sight of the real conflict."

"Miryam told me to go ahead and fuck her for information. Told me to seduce Clythia until she'd sold out Hybern and all the loyalists. She had no qualms with that. None."

"So all of this is to get Miryam back?"

Not to believe a man's word or anything but if true, quite a gnarly thing to endure. I think what's forgotten is that Clythia (Amarantha's sister) was as bad as Amarantha. Even if Clythia fell in love with Jurian, it would be akin to an owner loving their pet because humans were chattel slaves. There's no evidence thus far that implies that Clythia came to respect Jurian and his personhood. She owns his people so while he's trying to seduce her, she's still carrying on being a slave owner. He'd have to watch her continue to be that knowing that to them (those human slaves), he was probably viewed as a traitor. He might have been viewed as a traitor by human freedom fighters at the time. He's risking a hell of a lot for the sake of his people and Miryam by extension. Maybe I'm a little more passionate about this being from a country that's dealt oppressive systems. I don't know. He's just a little heart breaking to me and the image of a "mad man" that's just hell bent on petty revenge that SJM is painting him as just feels mildly insulting.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Wich are your favorite Primarchs? Traitor and Loyalist?

If we talk about traitors, then it's definitely Perturabo. I'm like in the meme "people who like/people who also like".

To the question of why I like Perturabo, I can tell you about what an underrated character he is, how hard it was for him to live, seeing the Eye of Terror every day. That he was really not praised enough, but this does not give him the right to terrorize everyone. That he bore the entire Horus Heresy on himself, but in the end he still acted like an offended person. That he is incredibly cool, but at the same time a human character with his weaknesses and shortcomings. Which turned him into a killing machine despite his desire to create.

And to the same question I can answer: "lol, he's such a crybaby, lmao".

With loyalists it's more difficult. For some reason, I'm more drawn to traitors and Chaos. But if I really think about it, then most likely it's… Rogal Dorn :)

I don't know, I like his resilience and dedication. He is also incredibly human and was very upset when he learned of Horus' betrayal. He is loyal to the Emperor because he agrees with the Imperial Truths. But he did not love him like Lorgar, for example. He perceived him as a leader. The only parental figure in his life was his grandfather. The story about the cloak touched me very much at the time. And yes, Rogal never sought praise. It just so happened that he received it. But he also has his weaknesses and shortcomings. He actually provoked Perturabo several times. The moment with the painting is especially indicative.

Yes, the situation is very funny. Just guess which is my favorite work on the primarchs :)

[stromuprisahat]

What changes would you give to the Six of Crow duology, to fit it into a continuity where Darklina reunited and ruled Ravka? Honestly, aside from Nina's backstory, and a few other little tweaks, I don't think the duology would have huge changes. After all, Darklina can't change society that fast. I also think Nikolai Zoya and Genya could have appeared just as well. Simply Nikolai wouldn't be the king, but that wouldn't stop him from working with/for Darklina. And honestly, I've always found it a bit stupid that the king of Ravka goes on the road himself with two grisha when he has his own country to take care of.

Well yes, Nina wouldn't be on the road, but there's very little Grisha after the war, so we can get her some speeded-up training outside of Little Palace. Not abroad, maybe some station nearer the borders, where she'd be able to practice her linguistic skills talking to refugees, or interrogating captives.

Suli was best for missions in the northwest. Shu meant you’d be stuck translating diplomatic papers.

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 9

As you said, even a couple of powerful Grisha won't make their enemies behave in a day. Raids are to be expected. She could've been captured on Ravkan soil.

When drüskelle almost killed Alina on her way from Kribirsk to Os Alta, Matthias could be in a group infiltrating Ravka near Ulensk for example. It's both near Fjerda and the (remains of the) Fold, but then again, unexpected shenanigans would have to ensure to get them to Ketterdam.

West Ravka would be an easier choice then. They're likely to be unhappy about re-connection with their poorer, differently-thinking sibling. Show had openly admitted Westerners are selling Grisha to their enemies. Nina could be among them, except this time she'd still be a hormonal teenager with unfinished education.

KoS MCs would be more complicated.

Genya is still a traitor, and Aleksander's hardly the forgiving type. A veeeery big AU I've been thinking about for a while would be faking her change of heart to double-cross Alina. Picture a politically-shrewd spy, bleaching her own face for years to help overthrow her rapist... only for the Coup to go to hell.

A new variable appears, putting a greater value on her own peace and quiet than necassary change, and force failed to make her co-oparate. Loyalists boarded ship captained by a suspicious character, likely with agenda of his own... so the spy comes up with a sneaky strategy as the plan B, should it be necessary. When it becomes obvious Alina will slip through their fingers once again, an order comes to "stop her".

... and once everything's ready to take the throne, the Darkling with his forces secures the capital and plants his spy once again. Alina has a knack for escaping after all and who would have suspected mutilated girl, cowering in shadows?

That's one way to give Genya the recognition she deserves. Enter Evgenia Safina, the spymaster and/or ruthless, cunning delegate she should have become.

Zoya doesn't have much to offer, but quite a beef with the Darkling. He'll be always the one, who "killed" her aunt. And she's still just a replacable Squaller. If I were the Darkling, I'd use her as deterrent example. Public trial and fitting punishment.

Nikolai... well, the wisest course of action would be killing him off too. He's a possible competitor for the Throne, and he IS ambitious by himself, not merely in love with Ravka like we're told by the narrative.

Even discredited, there would be those preferring a bastard with a crown to the Saint-enslaving Satan.

It's true Sturmhond was useful to Ravka once, and could be so again, but how would we ensure that's what he'll remain?

And honestly, I've always found it a bit stupid that the king of Ravka goes on the road himself with two grisha when he has his own country to take care of.

That's to show he's a man of people! The boring kingly stuff's being done by itself!

Back to the start- SoC plot could remain almost the same, although it would offer a new storyline about how is Ravka trying to deal with the threat of parem. Or a mention here and there. Or nothing at all, if we're sticking with Crows-only POV and all their info would be Kaz's deductions and hearsay.

The Ravkan delegates in CK would simply be lead by Genya (See: above), so Wylan would get his face back, and the rest was mostly about collecting points for "well-known character appearance" anyway.

[pendleton-manor]

🐋🌊🥃🚬🕯️ for my princesses diana & amelia 💕🦍

:O!!! Seriously wasn’t expecting to get any for my own girls yay!!

Okie let’s see

Diana:

🐋— Yes! Aside from her relationship with the Pendleton’s, Dee also has a couple run ins with Granny Rags, the Boyles, and, in low chaos, Slackjaw!

🌊— No, Dee doesn’t worship him. She’s pretty unnerved by all things black magic related, considering what happened to her parents. She’s definitely not reading her strictures every day or anything though.

🥃—Kcjsjcnskd NO. If the Watch are ever called it’s probably because of a noise complaint or being drunk in public. She probably threatens to have them fired then Morgan throws money at them and she’s off the hook. Now, after the shit hits the fan with the loyalists and it’s revealed that her entire family is full of traitors to the crown? Who’s to say.

🚬—Uhhh I don’t know if you’d count her eating disorder? She definitely drinks a little too much and smokes but everyone does that, darling!! Everyone substitutes cigarettes for breakfast! Relaaaxxxxxx xoxo.

🕯️— Yea!! Some of them completely warranted!! Esma doesn’t hate her as much as she used to but she was totally based for holding a grudge. Lydia still probably dislikes her and just pretends she doesn’t exist lol. Granny Rags has probably forgotten about her by now, either assuming she died from the bone charm or going completely mad and forgetting she ever had beef with James in the first place. So yea she’s not the highest on Dunwall’s popularity pole 😔💅

Amelia:

🐋—Yes! She’s Sokolov’s estranged daughter but she also has a sort of partnership/relationship with Jindosh. Amelia probably has the most interactions with non-canonical characters, but she’s met Hypatia and soon she’ll probably have to face the Empress or her Lord Protector 😬

🌊—No, but she’s intrigued by the notion of the void. Probably would pray to the Outsider if she thought it would amount to anything, but she doesn’t obsess over him like her Father. Really I think she believes it to be a waste of time; what powers could the Outsider grant her that she couldn’t replicate with natural philosophy?

🥃— YEA probably. I think she’s probably been arrested a couple of times for minor crimes against humanity. Nothing that would land her in prison for more than a couple months at a time, though, and all that peace and quiet is probably welcome.

🚬—Uhhhh does Jindosh count? She’s very…obsessive with him. Probably would rather him die than leave her. Otherwise no because her father had a black-out problem with drinking and she thinks it made him dumber over time. Holy shit though if there are any amphetamines in this universe she should probably stay away.

🕯️— yes and no! Hardly anyone knows she exists. I have some non-canonical characters who hate her for forcibly amputating and experimenting on them but hardly any canon characters have met her yet in the story. Hypatia is suspicious and I’m sure if and when Corvo meets her, he’ll despise her for a number of reasons. But as of now in her lore, no!

Thank you for asking!!! I am blowing you a kiss 💋