#Djoseras

[utane]

Fair Djoseras Elder kynazh

[tunaze11x]

[fmab]

did these a while back but here is some sketches of my design headcanons for some TDK characters!

[c0gwizard-v2]

Currently reading The Twice-Dead King (Reign) and a bit obsessed with Djoseras and his boyfriend Zultanekh

What if Djoseras weared some light silvery makeup even at battlefield at necrontyr era? This kynazh could serve not only to his dynasty

[bastardsunlight]

//POV you're the second son of the Dynasty and you fucked up

[detachhunter]

I am inconsolable and in tears as I think about this again, but it's fine. I'm fine. It's fine, I promise. I'm lying.

Spoilers for The Twice-Dead King: Ruin below. This is an appreciation post about Djoseras and I'm hurting.

Djoseras is only a supporting character in the TDK novels, but I really want to argue that he is perhaps the MOST IMPORTANT character outside of our boy, Oltyx, who is, of course, the protagonist. Now, he's not present for the most part, usually a referred to character and his actual "on screen" time is very limited. However, there are just scenes that shape Djoseras' character so immensely, giving him a level of character depth usually not reserved or expected for side characters, and though it's mostly through Oltyx's perception of him (so, skewed or otherwise), his brother is just. So important.

So, shout out to Djoseras who taught Oltyx the hard lessons even if he himself found discomfort in what he was teaching him.

Shout out to Djoseras who protected Oltyx by skewing a significant event that ultimately led to his brother being exiled instead of executed.

Shout out to Djoseras who went back to comfort Oltyx who was so scared of going through the furnaces of biotransference.

Shout out to Djoseras who who inscribed upon his immortals all their names and deeds upon their necrodermis to show who they were/are.

Shout out to Djoseras who feigned ignorance just so he could talk to his brother before his departing to the capital to trying making Unnas see reason about the incoming Imperial Crusade that would see all of Ithakas destroyed.

Shout out to Djoseras who stayed behind to give Oltyx the time he needed to flee and take what survivors he could with him before Antikef fell.

Shout out to Djoseras who, despite everything, will always love his brother and wishes nothing more than for him to thrive.

Please, remember him.

[instantpizzarevolt]

me, re-reading TTDK, and getting really emotional before time to sleep

[magistralucis]

Oh the things we do for internship [Snippet]

(Haven't posted wips for a while. The prompt was @metashard's, the pairing: Lysikor/Phillias. This was originally part of Lacunae - a drabble collection that began in July - but it just kept growing and growing, and I can no longer deny this will have to be its own thing 🤣

Pre-biotransference TDK. Phillias is a junior Triarch Praetorian, shadowing the Ithakas-Ogdobekh war on the Ithakan side. The Ithakans don't like her much because politics™, which she could put up with, if not for a stowaway who complicates things. She does not get paid enough to handle this. 🤦‍♀️)

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It did not take long for them to notice the stranger's presence.

Phillias was listening in when the elder prince of Ithakas was informed of the situation. The praetorian-in-training guessed he'd joined them about two hours into the march, and her host was inclined to agree. From the very back of the procession to the front the news had traveled, in whispers and nudges: credit where it was due, they'd said, the stranger had tried to blend in as seamlessly as possible. An Ithakan glyph tattooed on his wrist marked him as one of their own, and if not for the glaring lack of a marching partner, he might well have gotten away with it until evenfall.

Kynazh Djoseras took note of the disturbance. Notably, he did not address it on the spot. It was not until his troops had stopped for the night, and the evening tents had been set up, that he turned to the stranger and spoke: "Bold of a sutler to come this far without demands."

The hooded stranger chuckled. "Is that what I am now?" He had a reedy voice, dampened by the sand and exhaustion, but his speech was steady. "A sutler it is then, my lord, though a poor one. No money, nothing to trade."

The kynazh wasn't having it. "Stand."

The stranger obeyed at once. Some three-quarters of a Synaptic Disintegrator fell out from under his robes. The unassembled pieces rolled forward on the sand, followed by everything else that had bound him to the earth: copper weights, ammunition, salt rations, scarab amulets, a whole selection of dream-tobacco in tins and cases and bundles.

The Ithakan troops gazed upon this farce stone-faced. All save for Phillias. At that time she was green and new, and couldn't resist the tiniest smile quirking her lips, though she was quick to re-assume the indifference demanded of her role.

Djoseras closed his eyes. "Lysikor of the House of Leukas. Explain yourself."

"A decan ago we were hit by a geomagnetic superstorm." Lysikor replied, paying no heed to the shock that rippled through the men: that cannot be! Phillias understood this was a major subsidiary house of Ithakas. She wondered why a scion from such a family was bearing the Mark, nor why he was doing - well, whatever he thought he was doing, creeping around outposts, stalking them, or something else. "Mass malfunctions from both sides - all communications broke down, as did the vehicles and the gauss weaponry, and we fended for ourselves with the bare blade. The Ogdobekh fled in the confusion but our nemesor was killed. I know not where the rest have gone."

The officers exchanged looks of dismay. If Lysikor had been with whom they were marching to help in the first place, that was the entire reason for their journey nixed. A geomagnetic storm, Kynazh Djoseras seemed to be brooding through the still waters of his expression, another gift from the accursed sun of Tamar. "All parties were on foot?"

"Yes. If they made repairs I do not know of it."

This planet lay close to the Ogdobekh crownworld. They would've had the easier escape than the Ithakans, if anyone had been able to do so at all. "Is it possible we will run across either side?"

"It may be, but for my part, I saw no one. They'd scattered too far for one man to find."

"For one man distracted by dishonorable matters, perhaps." Djoseras replied sternly, and as if on cue four lychguard brandished their warscythes in Lysikor's face. With a scornful gaze he made known to his troops how Lysikor's items were distinctly Ogdobekh in fashion, from the design of the dream-tobacco cases to the copper-plated scarabs rolling around. "Foe or not, I might remind you that looting is punishable by death."

"This is going to make me sound like a robot, kynazh, but I don't consider life to be a valid metric in my decision-making." Lysikor wasn't intimidated in the slightest. He gazed straight into the prince's eyes, dark against dark in perfect serenity. "The sons of Ithakas are not afraid of sacrifice, and to be frank with you, I didn't think I was going to survive this. If I'd been worried about that I would've taken their rations, not their bagatelles. Their only purpose is to keep track of the enemies I saw felled."

"By you?"

"Most from the storm, some by me, especially in the past few days." Lysikor held out his monocular scope, which had been melted clean through in the middle by a gauss shot. Phillias's gaze fell upon the scarabs: five on their own, two threaded as pendants, both the cords and the faience stained amply with blood. "Got even with me, almost."

Djoseras heaved a deep sigh and rubbed his forehead. Nothing more of value would come of this interrogation. For the first time since her posting, Phillias saw exasperation in the young kynazh's face, he who was normally so stern and unflappable.

Yet for whatever reason Djoseras did not order the outsider destroyed. Maybe it was the need to salvage something from this failure, or perhaps what Lysikor had said about life and its utilitarian disregard had resonated with the kynazh. "Were these not desperate times, and every last hand not necessary, I would smite you here and now. But these are strange times indeed. Make no trouble or else you will be struck down, upon this world or out of it, wherever we may be."

"I thank the kynazh and the lords of Antikef for this mercy." Then at last Lysikor bid his prince his obeisance, taking down his hood and bowing low on the ground, his long unkempt hair falling about his face. As he straightened back up he caught Phillias's eye, and gave her a glimmer of a smile, regarding her with a surprisingly pure curiosity. "And my lady - you are?"

"Lady Phillias."

Djoseras's final words for that evening were directed to the praetorian: both address and admonishment, the intended subject left ambiguous. The proceedings were over and the evening tasks of his troops must resume, and that meant she was to return to the highborns' tents with the others. She made no spoken reply, and neither the kynazh nor the interloper demanded it.

With one long glance back she stood, then turned around, and left the clearing with her glaive in hand.

[redsasexualdisaster]

the twin kynazs of ithakas

[ghostinthegallery]

"Remember me." 💖

Drabble based on this lovely set of prompts. spoilers for Twice Dead King below, canon-typical 40k violence. Enjoy!

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Immortality—it transpired—had been yet another lie by their cruel gods. Living metal was powerful, miraculous, but not untouchable. Nothing was. 

A fact Djoseras was painfully aware of as he parried the power sword wielded by the Astartes, a warped and empowered weapon of humanity. His own phaseblade crackled as the sword scraped down the weapon’s edge. He was growing weaker, less and less able to fend off the giant’s attacks. Djoseras had begun this fight damaged, burned from the inside out after channeling the energy of Antikef’s entire defensive array through his core. His silver carapace was charred black, giving him a strange, mottled appearance.

In the end neither of us managed to keep our silver, Oltyx, he mused. 

At the thought of his brother, power surged through Djosera’s flux. That was why he had chosen this doomed last stand. To give Oltyx time to reach the exodus fleet and leave these ancient, cursed stones behind. Leave the old ways behind.

Leave him behind.

Djoseras charged, a wordless cry bursting from his damaged vocal buffer. Dust-choked air swirling around him. The space marine captain paused for a fraction of a second, surprised by Djoseras’ sudden aggression. Their blades connected again in a flash. Djoseras did not believe in flashy swordsmanship. His weapon’s purpose was to kill, not entertain like some gilded court dancer. Every strike was precise, economical, rationing was little power Djoseras had left in his core. 

He managed to sink his phaseblade into the astartes’ pauldron, cutting into the droplet of blood painted there. Djoseras ripped the piece of armor free and flung it into the dust. He thought he had finally created an opening. 

It was his turn to be surprised. The space marine snarled through his helmet and barreled into Djoseras, exposed shoulder colliding with his chest. Djoseras thought he heard something crunch at the impact, but if the unclean warrior felt any pain he did not show it. They both toppled, the space marine’s bulk driving Djoseras into the rubble strewn ground.

Around them, the battle between Djoseras’ Immortals and the other space marines still raged. Djoseras watched one astartes’ head dissolve in a flash of green gauss fire. Heros had fired the shot. Djoseras remembered that he had been nearly as accurate as a deathmark in life. Djoseras’ tiny blade had inscribed hundreds of kills onto the Immortal’s living metal, each a clean shot to the head or heart.

To Djoseras’ left, Seroth fell, ripped to pieces by enemy fire. A natural teacher, who had taken new recruits under his wing. Qeret collapsed next, her leg blasted out from under her. Still she fired, taking down another Astartes before a knife pierced her ribs.

I promised to remember you. Djoseras’ phaseblade blocked the overhead strike from the astartes on top of him. The warrior pressed and the weapons drew closer and closer to Djoseras’ faceplate. I tried. I am sorry to fail you now.

That was when the seed of fear truly took root in his mind. When the unclean died it was not truly the end. It may not be pleasant, but their souls had somewhere to go, something to look forward to or to dread. Djoseras had no soul. There was no existence after this. And as Antikef crumbled around him, he understood that he would have no tomb to serve as a place of remembrance. The only afterlife the necrons could cling to was denied to him. 

The energy sparking from both energy blades burned his necrodermis. His motor actuators stuttered. Something in his shoulder joint was starting to melt. He was going to die here. In seconds he would cease to exist.

In the early years of their war, Djoseras had that Zultanekh would be the one to kill him. One good blow with the hammer and Djoseras would die, quickly if not necessarily cleanly. He almost wished that had come to pass, but of course then he could not have asked the crown prince of the Ogdobekh to watch over Oltyx now. A small comfort. Zultankeh would likely guide him better than Djoseras ever had. 

But will you think of me when I am gone? Djoseras wondered as the Astartes above him growled like a feral beast. Will you remember our schemes? Our battles? Those nights we met in secret and you reminded me that we still had so much to live for? 

The astartes cried something in its guttural, alien tongue. A chant that its comrades soon took up. Two more of Djoseras’ immortals died. The invaders were so maddeningly assured of their victory.

I asked you to remember us, Oltyx. Djoseras felt the broken stones of Antikef digging into his back. Let me give you something worthy of remembering.

Djoseras angled his blade, let the space marines sword slide down and sliced into his faceplate. It sheared through his ocular, into his neural hardware. Alarms blazed through Djoseras’ systems. Half the world simply vanished.

But not the marine, who had jerked off balance. Exposing the weaker armor around his throat.

Djoseras jammed the tip of his blade through the space marine’s flesh where neck met shoulder. He drove the blade deeper, showering himself with unclean blood. The revulsion he expected at this did not come. Probably because the power sword had cut off the part of his neural system that could feel disgust. At least he could still feel some relief. Antikef was far from safe, but this threat would not come for Djoseras’ little brother.

“I am sorry,” he whispered. “I taught you the wrong lessons. I could not protect you from our father or from yourself. Now I have placed the weight of our dynasty on your shoulders, and I cannot even help you bear it.”  

The astartes captain slumped and fell, staining the stones of Antikef red.

Djoseras’ remaining vision blurred. Went dark. He did not pray to any god. His kind were far beyond that. But it felt like prayer, facing the heavens and speaking to the two people who might be his tomb and monument where there could be no stone. 

“Please,” he said. “Remember me.”

[beril66]

Heyo folks! So here's a list of this for another fic I am going to workon. I am writing here the rules so I don't forget and I would love to see people give me their opinions on what I can add! This time it IS a crossover series with Cuthulhu Mythos! (Mostly lovecraft lore and some other writer's take on it sprinkled in. No Other gods vs Great Old Ones nonsense though that was a stupid adition to Mythos I will DIE on this hill)

Our skele bois and everyone really are going to learn the HARD way there are being infinitely scarier and powerful than measely star parasites or amalgamation of emotions :D

This came after a delightful conversarion with a friend in space battle. So some heads ups;

Other gods or Outer Gods as people know them are the undisputed strongest things for what I hope obvious reasons. Put an unshattered C'tan or a chaos god in front of Nyarlathotep and they'll beg for their life

Azathoth DID NOT create 40k or any universe. Its a fan theory. It was Yog-Sothoth ;)

The races such as Elder Things and Great Race of Yith are among the oldest and most advanced (they are basically the Xeelee's since thats what they are meant to be in OG mythos Lovecraft was just shit at math and science) creatures in the verse. Remember how Mep'het'Ran bitched to the Necrontyr about how they also fought with the cruel old ones and lost and turned into celestial fart gases...well he didn't TECHNICALLY lie.

It just wasn't the 'Old Ones' Necrontyr were thinking XD (for real though in the ONLY alliance these two races ever forged they kicked the shit out of C'tan and destroyed their OG bodies) for these races, species in 40k galaxy might as well be monkeyd hitting each other with sticks. The difference between them are that great.

That war happened not 200 million year into the big bang btw. Yeah...when the first stars were babies. Elder Things and Yith are that old...they might be that old in OG mythos too now that I think about it 🤔

Remember Nihilakh Yyth seer? Yeah that thing is another unfortunate race Yith used as bodies and left long before necrons ever came...unfortunately the inhabitation caused the race to develop clairvoyance. And we all know what happened to the poor bastards.

The Elder things came to earth was basically an amish community got tired of ultra advanced tech XD they are the reason earth has life. They came waayyy before the billion year mark Lovecraft gives. First one celled organisms on earth appeard around 3.7 billion years ago. Yeah.

Randolph Carter is/was a friend of Big E's and still kicking in 40k with his silver key. Fully living in dreamlands with his friends and boy-ahem eternal headache Nyarlathotep though. He and Trazyn will become GOOD friends...maybe Orikan too. Tech wizardry isn't just belong to necrons after all.

Magic other than warp exists and it is both intransically bound with tech and seperate enough. Mostly safe too if you manage to keep your head while learning.

Assume all weird creatures in mythos exist.

Deep Ones have their own planet and allied with Big E around 2020s. They have full on STCs under their planet and still can build and understand DAOT tech, they are just smart enough to hide it really well. And since all of them are immortal most of the ones on the planet (pure and hybrids both) are over 30.000 years old. And remember EVERYTHING. Rest of the Imperium thinks they are filfhy mutants to be avoided. Deep Ones and hybrids mostly bleakly amused seeing most were alive in 1920s America how humanity seems to abandon one type of racism then immediatly embracing another.

Lost 2 Primarchs taken a worship of the Other Gods...this is magnetitudes more dire than chaos worship.

Orikan, Trazyn and Phillias will meet an interesting human who knows more than she ever should...if they are nice to her she might even draw them when they were necrontyr. She A LOT to say about their relationship during flesh times...revelations might or might not cause eternal sense to loss , pain and horror to what was lost...and maybe hope. 🤷‍♀️ (yes during Trazyn's bubble confinement)

Except Nyarlathotep to pop on Song of Oblivion and taunt Szerakh. Randoph migh or might not put the fear of actual gods in Szeras too

Anrakyr and Zulthanekh (don't ask me how they will ever meet I am just taken by the idea of their friendship because of ghostinthegalleries) will get a history lesson of the galaxy from Nyarlathotep.

Shoggoths are allies of humanity. As they lived only the really intelligent and sentient ones survived and after their ACTUAL discovery humanity (DAOT) have been not only nice to them but give them human rights Elder Thing colony never thought of. Surviving ones are fiercely loyal to humanity but few know their existance.... for obvious reasons. They are a hard counter for tyranids and help preserve Big E.

Big E was aware of other gods and there was no stopping them. Thankfully the only one who was invested into the galaxy was Nyarlathotep and Big E just pointed out sitting back and watching the inevitable clusterfucks all races cause would be infinitely more entertaining. (Randoph also threathened Nyarlathotep with sleeping on couch in Ilek-Vad XD)

...AND thats it. Thats all I got for now. I would love to see your suggestions Lovecraft and 40k lovers!

[utane]

A little color for these two this time 👀

[dongtopus]

Shout out to Djoseras. No context given.

[fmab]

A little drawing of a scene from the Twice Dead King, and a quick doodle of Djoseras getting to meet the subminds scarab!

[c0gwizard-v2]

Headcanon:

In the time of Flesh necrontyr got some night clubs (totally different for royals and commoners but this is another story).

Music trends and whole vibes was very different from dynasty to dynasty.

Maybe Ithakas had light pop and dance/electro pop and most common activity was drinking something, sitting comfortably and chatting with your besties, occasionally taking breaks to actually dance. The whole place painted in pastel tones with occasional bright colored highlights and has high fashion glass and mirror statues, colorful light reflects and scatters in bizarre pattern. Whimsy + comfortable, never overwhelming. Vip cabins full of colorful cushions and exquisite drinks, there's chill lo-fi beats there so you're kinda in your own private mini club. Great for flirting or gossiping the living shit out of your court.

And then there's night club in Ogdobekh. Heavy techno with the mix of hardbass blasting though flashing lasers and smoke so hard that you can feel your guts and soul mixing together with every beat. Drinks are rare occasion, there's separate bar section bc alcohol here is strong and after one glass you're already lowkey blasted and can't dance those wild dances properly.

Vip cabins provide sensual detox - it's chill, dark and quiet there. No one here usually wants to load their head with secrets after experiencing intense music and loading 6 tequilas. There's only room for rest here, then going back to grind or leaving home, no third option.

And I think Djoseras would die in Ogdobekh nightclub. Zultanekh would die in Ithakas club too, of boredom

[bastardsunlight]

//death by snu snu* intensifies

*radiation