#Mer May 40K

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Paying it Forward

Past

Author’s Note: More of the Grumpy Thousand Son who was rescued by you.

Warnings: More unsustainable fishing practices, poor astartes they get tangled in the nets :/. Some swearing, they/them pronouns for the Reader, let me know if I need to add anything please.

Summary: Imhoden, the thousand son who was rescued by you, talks about you to his pod, among other things.

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Imhoden had spoken to his pod-mates about the human who had helped free him from the entrapping industrial fishing nets and more than a few of them were surprised that the human had helped him, without first demanding something from him in recompense before freeing him. One of the oldest of the pod warned him that while they hadn’t asked for anything for their help, that it’s likely a debt he owes to them. On Ancient Terra the warp-craft is far more difficult, taking far more energy and cost in supplies that they have precious little of to make. He agreed with the captain that he does owe the human something, for their help, but he hadn’t a name or much of what they looked like. After all, the human had been wearing protective gear to properly swim in the oceans depths that the space marines didn’t need.

“I did set a tracking spell on the human,” Imhoden tells his pod mates, “In case they are nearby and is in need of help, I can help them as they rescued me.”

“As they helped a member of my pod,” The Captain said after a few moments of thought, “I shall help you repay the debt if I find them first.”

“Yes captain,” he says with a nod of his head.

They continue to swim in the oceans of ancient Terra, they were trying to figure out just how they got here and if there is a way to get back to where and when they were before. Swimming through the water and through the air is an ability all space marines have. However, swimming in the air of this ancient Terra takes more effort and energy for some reason, that the Apothecaries have been trying to assess. Their pod, like many of the other pods, shivers, shoals of space marines have an uneasy alliance with each other. Except for some of the more… rigid of the Imperial lines.

Imhoden had never heard of a Black Templar before, and had much to his displeasure met one of the shouty sons of Dorn and the mad bastard had tried to kill him and his pod, decrying them as Witches, Heretics, and to be Purged and slain, to return to the light of the God Emperor of Man Kind. Throne on Terra. They were nightmare-ish to deal with, so his pod-captain had deemed the best method was to avoid the shouty little shits. Ugh, they gave Imhoden a headache jus thinking of them, and they are barely any better than those horrible Space Wolves, who are by far, one of The Worst Chapters Ever. The burning of Prospero is ever something that strokes the flames of wrath and hatred within every son of The Red King.

Several months later, he heard a chiming within his head, the small tracking spell he’d placed on the human who had rescued him informed him that they were nearby. He swam swiftly, after sending out a trilling call to his Captain about what he’d sensed and his captain gestured for him to go off and find the human. He focuses on the small tracking spell that he’d placed on them and swims swiftly and peers around to see where you are and what is going on. He sees his Rescuer trying to help a few Khornate Space Marines of the World Eaters out fishing nets. Unfortunately, the World Eaters are in Frenzy and are Not Listening. Mostly just bellowing, shrieking and flailing about, getting themselves cut more deeply. The blood and pain sending the idiot meat-heads into a further spiral of Rage and bloodlust.

He lets out a trilling call for his Captain and pod, this was going to take all of them to help the Idiot Khornate World Eaters and make sure that the human didn’t become lunch for the vicious thugs. He lets out a croon to the human, to let them know he was here- and where he was. They turn around and look for the source of the noise and recognize him, seemingly perking up and using their hands and words to explain the situation. He nods exaggeratedly and tells the human in his limited handle on their language that he understands and will help free the Angry Idiots. He warns the human that they need to get to the surface, as the… space marines within the nets will not be sensible or reasonable and might harm them, the human is stubborn at first, but sees more of Imhoden’s pod arrive and reluctantly goes back up to the surface. Imhoden swims up with them and follows them to their ship, tilting his head from side to side as he hears the human speak with the other humans on the ship.

“You should leave this area, will become very dangerous soon," He warns them.

[beethereal-knight]

Mer!40k Designs: Part 1 2 3 4

Alpharius (or Omegon), an enigmatic sea serpent.

... And also the last mer design for now, at until May rolls around...

[egrets-not-regrets]

After Stormbreaker: Catching Shadows and Propositions

Of Fin and Feathers AU: Mara and Warsmith Formicas discuss what had happened since the whole incident with Stormbreaker.

Author’s Notes: If the opportunity presents itself, Warsmith Eciton Formicas figures he might as well take advantage of it. He is totally not trying to rizz up the gannet harpy elder.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog , @bispecsual , @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , @ms--lobotomy , @whorety-k

@gra93fruit-blog , @i-am-a-dragon34 , @felinisnoctis

She spotted a shadow creeping along the edges of the area sectioned off for the healing ward, slowly creeping towards the colony nests. Mara heaved a sigh, walked closer, and called out to the shadow, “Ghilus, what are you doing? This is the third time I found you out of your bed.”

The shadow didn’t move.

“Ghilus…” the harpy’s voice dropped to a stern warning tone, “I see you, so show yourself. Are you sneaking out to find Kiri again?”

A large dark hand roughly scruffed the young Night Lord and hauled him out of his hiding spot, “Get back to your bed unless you want to test if Osteron can lecture you back to full health.”

Mara turned to the large venomfin mer, “Thank you, Warsmith Formicas.”

Eciton Formicas let go of the younger merAstartes. Ghilus scowled at the warsmith and the elder harpy, unhappy with being found before he could reach Kiri’s nest. The warsmith glared back, looking expectant, “So? Are you going to return to your bed or do you want to test Osteron’s lecture theory”

A shudder ran through Ghilus. Ugh. As if he hadn’t heard enough lecturing. Rest and let your wounds heal this, stop moving about blah blah that, stop being so impatient, don’t creep around the colony and scare the other harpies… Between Osteron and Zariel, he’s already heard enough of their blathering to induce another headache.

Getting exasperated by the besotted mer’s antics, Mara shooed him along with her wings, “Kiri is scheduled to come around soon. It is better that you head back now.”

Under the elders’ watchful eyes, Ghilus sulkily slunk back to the healing ward.

“Are the others giving you any trouble?” The warsmith asked with a frown.

Mara chuckled, “They were fine, if a bit restless. Thankfully, other merAstartes are there to keep an eye on their brethren.”

“My men reported that some of them have found their bonded counterparts among your harpies?”

Her smile turned slightly sheepish, “I’m afraid we may be stealing a few more warriors from you. To my knowledge, Ghilus has bonded to Kiri and Kalium bonded to her daughter, Kona. And the World Eater, Addax, is bonded to Rhitta. Addax has mentioned that Rhitta’s presence calms his nails.”

“That is a problem. Have you tested how far they can be separated before Addax goes under the influence of the nails again?” The warsmith’s thick tail swished in thought.

“At best, 500m, depending on the day. Beyond that will be how Addax normally operates with the nails’ influence.”

Eciton’s next question came as a surprise, “Have you thought about settling here permanently?”

Mara went quiet for a moment before asking, “Is that a proposition, Warsmith?”

“Yes, if you are willing to consider it.” the warsmith confirmed.

“The waters in this territory are productive and your colony will be well-protected, Your colony also already patrols with my warriors, and the bonded merAstartes can stay with their bonded harpies in the colonies if they choose to, which I suspect they will.” he added.

Mara scratched her chin with a claw, “It certainly will make things more convenient considering our current situation... However, this is a big decision that will need to be discussed among my colony first.”

“On the second matter,” Eciton started.

Mara’s voice turned serious, “I suppose you want to discuss the Grey Knight?”

“Yes.” he replied, “As I understand, young Claude was kidnapped by the Grey Knight and Erriox rallied a number of warriors to rescue him. And now one of your harpies is intensely bonded to the Grey Knight.”

“Yes, the same one that is bonded to the Alpha Legion brothers, which complicates this matter.” the harpy elder frowned.

Eciton knew the Grey Knight would make for an extremely powerful ally, and would be useful when it came to territorial disputes with other mer warbands. However, the Grey Knight, whose mood however mercurial, likely would be too proud to let himself be turned into a pawn for such matters. One thing was for certain, the Grey Knight proclaimed that this gannet harpy colony was under his protection, because of his bonded harpy. In that case, it would make sense to fully align with the colony one way or another so he can at least keep the powerful mer under his thumb.

Eciton made sure to choose his next words carefully, knowing how much the harpies value honesty and being upfront, “I want to fully align my warband with your colony. With my warriors being bonded with your harpies as well as your close compatriots, as well as the Grey Knight being part of your colony now, I would be a fool not to. However, regardless of whether you wish to do the same, the Grey Knight cannot go without consequences for his actions. Whether chaos or not, those are still my warriors that he injured.”

Mara agreed, but she had one of her own to protect, “While I agree that he must be punished or at least make reparations for what he has done, what is it you wish to do with the Grey Knight? I cannot allow you to kill or maim him, as it will kill and injure Lana as well. She is one of mine and I will not allow her to be threatened because of Stormbreaker’s actions. She had no control over the situation.” She said sternly.

“Then consider him owing a labor debt to the Steelix warband to make amends for his actions.”

“For how long and to do what?” The harpy elder looked at him, suspicious of his intentions. Mara was under no illusions that the Stormbreaker is absurdly powerful and having an ally like him is a boon to any merAstartes warband. She also doubted that Stormbreaker would allow himself to play as a pawn for long, nor did she wish that fate for him. The thought of the Grey Knight, even though he hadn’t exactly endeared himself to her, being forever shackled to any warband made her feel uneasy. He is technically one of hers now, much like the Alpha Legion brothers.

“For the total amount of time it takes for each of my injured warriors to fully recover. And if Erriox wishes, the additional recovery time for his injured scoutlings. Give or take, the estimated total recovery time if the Primaris scoutlings are included would be 15 months. Stormbreaker is lucky that the healing potions from harpy and mers are so effective and that merAstartes heal quickly. As for the labor, it will be the normal patrols plus grunt work and any assistance that we require for psyker-type issues.”

Mara relaxed at his answer. That was reasonable enough, “I have a few conditions to add if I may.”

“Go ahead.”

“Stormbreaker must be allowed to return to the colony to spend time with Lana once every ten days. Since they share an intense bond, I worry about the effects on both of them if they are kept from the other for too long. And since Lana is recovering from the wounds caused by her initial rejection of the intense bond, Stormbreaker needs to be by her side for her to recover. So his labor debt will have to start after she is fully recovered. It is possible that Lana and her bonded Hydras may have their own conditions to add. This, along with our residency issue need to be discussed among my colony before any decisions could be made. Once decisions are made I ask that a written contract bound by both harpy and mer magic be signed so both parties would stay true to the agreement. Would a reply in two weeks suffice?” she added.

Eciton hummed, but agreed to her requests, seeing little fault in her logic. Besides, if Mara saw him as reasonably agreeable, the chances of her allying her colony with his warband would increase. The warsmith gave the harpy a wry grin, “You are shrewd, Lady Mara.”

Mara tilted her head coquettishly and returned a small smile, “I do have my colony to protect after all and Stormbreaker, like the Hydra brothers, is part of it.”

[mokosempai]

Battle Sister #1

Je l'ai déjà dit, je suis dans une période (qui semble durer) Warhammer 40K. Il y a quelques temps j'avais entendu parler du jeu Battle Sister.

Battle Sister est un jeu VR où l'on incarne une Soeur de Bataille (au cas où le nom était pas évocateur ^^). Comme j'aime beaucoup les Soeurs de Bataille (je suis en train de peindre une Kill Team de Novice de l'Adpeta Sororitas) et j'étais vraiment curieux de voir ce que peux donner un jeu VR dans l'univers de Warhammer 40K, j'ai donc acheter ce jeu.

J'ouvre ici une parenthése sur la VR. Mon métier m'a amené dans le domaine de la VR et pourtant, je n'ai pas tant joué à des jeux de ce type. Je suis très "picky" dans mes choix de jeu VR, préférant ceux qui ont été créé pour ce média, comme Space Pirate Trainer ou Beat Saber, que ceux qui sont des portages de jeux existant.

Je suis moins fan des licenses qui sont porté sur VR, car j'ai toujours la sensation que le gameplay manque d'adpatation pour la réalité virtuel. Après, pour moi l'un des meilleurs jeu VR, est justement une adaptation: Super Hot VR. Mais là, on sent que tout a été repenser pour la VR jusqu'à l'interface de jeu qui complètement diégétique. Voilà, je ferme ici la parenthèse. Donc en attendant Boltgun, pourquoi pas se retrouver dans le monde joyeux de Warhammer 40K à travers les yeux d'une Soeur de Bataille. La première scène s'ouvre sur une bataille. Vous êtes sur le front, et devant vous, deux Chevaliers s'affrontent, un pour le compte de l'Empereur, l'autre pour celui du Chaos. Après s'ensuit quelques dialogues ainsi qu'un petit tutoriel intégré dans le jeu et vous voilà avec un Bolter à tirer sur des hérétiques.

Le bolter, l'un de vos meilleurs amis dans ce monde.

Vous incarnez Ophélia. Et quand je dit "incarnez", c'est assez littérale, car son corps entier a été modélisé. Contrairement à beaucoup de jeu VR où vous n'avez que vos mains de représentées, ici vous pouvez voir tout le corps de la Soeur de Bataille comme si c'était le votre. Même si parfois cela donne des torsions peu naturelles, le faite de se voir entier renforce énormément l'impression d'être dans l'univers de ce jeu vidéo. Dans le jeu, les déplacements peuvent être de deux types, soit la téléportation courtes, soit à l'aide du joystick. Ce dernier ayant le désavantage de provoquer chez certaine personne un malaise, allant de l'étourdissement léger au vomissement. Je ne vais pas entamé ici le sujet de la VR et de ce type de malaise, pour faire cours, ce genre de sensation est similaire à ce qu'on appelle le "mal de voiture" ou "le mal de mer". N'étant pas très sensible à ce genre de sensation, je joue au joystick. 

Le premier chapitre est une mise en bouche expliquant les principes de bases du jeux: Vous avez un Bolter et vous tirez sur tout ce qui est Chaotique et qui viens sur vous. Le jeu est violent, comme on peut s'en douter, sans pour autant être gore. Quand les ennemis meurent, ils se dissolvent, ce qui fait que vous n'aurez pas une pile de cadavres à vos pieds (et aussi que la mémoire de votre appareils sera épargnée ^^). Mais vous aurez tout de même droit à la satisfaction de les démembrer ou de les décapiter, selon la précision de vos tirs.

Une fois le premier chapitre passé, à travers un réve, vous allez comprendre que Ophélia a une soeur jumelle, qu'elle la croyait morte et qui semblerait, malgré tout, être en vie. Cette soeur semble être le fil rouge qui va conduire le scénario.

Le deuxième chapitre se déroule dans une cathédrale. Si j'en crois ce que j'ai compris dans le chapitre suivant, la cathédrales est un aussi un vaisseau ou une partie d'un vaisseau.

Ambiance un peu mortuaire, très Warhammer 40K. Le décor est magnifique, je veux dire, si vous aimé l'univers de Warhammer 40K, ce jeu est un peu du bonbon pour vos yeux. Vous êtes littéralement projeté dans le lore. Les éléments du jeux font parfaitement honneur à cette univers. C'est dans le chapitre 2 que vous allez aussi recevoir votre épée énergétique. Cette dernière est très jouissive à utilisée, elle a deux fonctions: trancher (est-il besoin de le préciser) et vous protéger. En effet, vous pouvez utiliser cette dernière pour dévier les balles, pas comme un Jedi, mais pas loin. C'est très jouissifs de traverser une pièce remplie d'hérétiques et de créatures du chaos et de les trancher équipé de deux épées énergétiques.

Regardez moi comme elle est belle

En parlant de Jedi, vous recevez aussi un rosaire qui vous permet de poussez des objets à l'aide d'une force télékinétique. L'énergie de cette objet étant alimenté par les morts que vous causé autour de vous. Une sort de pouvoir de la Force, mais à la manière de Warhammer 40K. Quand vous passez d'un chapitre à un autre, vous perdez votre équipement, parfois pour de bonne raison, comme entre le chaiptre 1 et le 2 qui sont espacé de 3 jours, parfois sans raison, comme entre le 2 et le 3 où vous fuyez de la cathédrale en escape pod et visiblement Ophélia, qui est entré lourdement armée dans celui-ci, en ressort avec juste un bolter et sans munitions. ...Pourquoi?

J'ai testé le jeu sur deux support, un Oculus Rift S (qui est un casque relié à un PC) et un Meta Quest 2 (qui lui est un casque qui se suffit à lui-même). Évidemment, j'ai remarqué de petites différences. Comme le Rift S à accès à la puissance du PC, il est plus rapide lors des chargements et ne lags jamais (si vous avez un PC assez puissant bien évidemment)

Avec le Quest 2, on sent bien que la machine à l'intérieur n'est pas aussi puissante (surtout lors des chargements) et on a parfois droit à un petit lag ça et là, mais c'est sincèrement anecdotique et le faite de joué dans son salon sans être relié à votre PC par un câble rend l'expérience vraiment agréable.

Ce genre de décor me fait vraiment me sentir dans Warhammer 40K

Si je dois résumé mon expérience actuellement, je dirais que ce jeu offre une immersion dans le monde de Warhammer 40k comme j'en est rarement vue. On est vraiment plongé dedans et ça s'est cool. Même si ça reste hyper basique, il y une histoire et elle est intrigante (j'ai hâte de voir si ça va plus loin, même si je sens que je vais être déçu). La difficulté du jeu est correct. Elle laisse place aux erreurs, mais n'est pas non-plus trop facile. Donc, si on me demande, je dirais que si vous aimez le monde de Warhammer 40K, que vous n'avez rien contre les Soeurs de bataille: allez-y, ce jeu ne vous décevra pas. Je ferais un autre poste une fois que j'aurais fini ce jeu, afin d'infirmer ou de confirmer tout ça.

[ace-in-a-shopping-cart]

Mermay

Current date: May 1st, 2022

As a reminder: I'm pulling back out my mermaid WIP (Current title is Jewel of the Sea and I don't expect it to change anytime soon). This WIP is a fanfic that I'm turning into original fiction. In the original fic, the only part of canon I was using was the characters, the entire world and story was my own. Now, I've using original characters and fleshing the story out from it's roughly 35K word count to something closer to 50K (50K is my final word count goal but I'm currently hoping to hit 40K with this revision).

There is a playlist on Spotify that goes along with the story if you care to listen to that.

Summary:

Vesper had always been curious about the surface world. There had been a place he'd returned to again and again, watching a particular human go about small tasks that meant nothing to the mer. One day, he gets the chance of a lifetime to see the surface world but all he can think about is returning home. Gradually, he falls in love with the world around him and the people helping him, specifically the handsome prince Lucien. When something goes wrong and miscommunication abounds, Vesper retreats to his underwater world, leaving Lucien behind.

A retelling of The Little Mermaid (using the Disney version as a reference but drawing inspiration from other stories too) but queer.

Out of the original fic's 23 chapters, I have added 3 extra chapters for a total of 25 chapters. Of those 25, I stopped editing before the 23rd (last I touched this was in September of last year). The word count has already been increased by 8K and I expect it to be increased by another 2K at the very least before the first rewrite is complete.

If you would like to look into my previous progress on this story, you can look into the tag mermay the ace way. I will not state here nor in future updates what the original fandom for the fic was but you can probably guess it from the tag contents and if you were following my blog when I was posting the fic.

[icypantherwrites]

IcyPanther’s Mer-May Patreon Pledge Drive Event

It's May which means it's MERMAID TIME! 

Similar to last year, my Patreon is going to have a chance at a Mer!Lance themed Voltron fic based on a pledge drive ♥ AND if we reach that goal the fic will ONLY publish on Patreon. 

Let's dive in, shall we? :D

The Event

In the hopes of having some more engagement and supporters on the page and to help with increasing costs and friends/family I'm trying to help out financially, I'm once more using Mer-May as my plank (diving board) for the Patreon. Should we reach (and maintain! Both this month and going forward!) the goal by the last day of May, May 31 at 8pm CST, we'll get some treasure :D

The goal is: 

106 Patreons (currently at 91*)

AND/OR 

$467/month (currently at $407*)

*These numbers are based on supporter/pledge numbers at the end of April to account for declines and slow processed payments on Patreon's end at the start of this month.

And should the page reach the goal...

The Treasure (Reward)

There be treasure in the form of a mermaid themed Lance fic!

Also unlike last year I'll spell out a few details on it this go around (without going too crazy). Our general plot will be we have Mer!Lance who ends up captured by Pirate Captain Lotor (who is a Dark Elf here, sticking with fantasy based races :)) who aims to sell this very valuable Mer. After, of course, learning more about the Mers' magic and abilities because he's very interested in lore and legend and given that one of those abilities seems to be healing... well, he doesn't mind hurting his Mer a little bit ;) And oh, what's this? What happens when you force a Mer out of water? Hmm.... 

We'll also have two slaves aboard Lotor's ship, humans Shiro and Keith, the former who feels horrible as he inadvertently ended up helping capture Lance (as the bait and then later a trap). They're not sure how exactly they can help as Lotor has taken a far more personal interest in the Mer than anyone had anticipated, but they're doing their best to support Lance and comfort him (even if Keith doesn't really know what he's doing ;p) and they are determined to save Lance, somehow. And who knows, maybe they'll finally be able to save themselves too. 

I won't give away anything else (as I'm trying not to dive too deep into the fathoms below here) but if you enjoy how I write Lance and Lotor's relationship and also love Lance whump, some Keith and Shiro whump too, and a bunch of self-sacrificing idiots all trying to protect one another, and mer and fantasy fics,I think you'll enjoy this ;)

(In case you were wondering, I don't think the other characters will really make an appearance outside of Lance possibly mentioning a few offhand -- his best friend Hunk (Mer), Princess Allura (also Mer) and Pidge (a human he befriended))

Length wise this will definitely need to be a fleshed out AU and that means lots of world building and background for our characters, plus no rushing the developing relationships from every side (This will be gen as usual, even if Lotor likes to play with his food ;p), so... I imagine at least 40k, possibly even up to 80k or so. You can really sink your gills (er, what?) into that :D And again, it will be posted on Patreon only (although, like YBF, it might eventually go to book form for a premium price for outside readers) for Chai Tea and up with staggered updates based on tier level (PHC will be moving to its own slot this go around unlike sharing with Hot Tea for YBF).

I'll be promoting this post on my channels but your help is needed too! Share it, reblog it, Insta-story it, print it and send it via carrier pigeon to your friends or join the Patron (or if you’re already here even consider checking out a higher tier yourself (and yes, you would get all those new tier bonuses to enjoy too on top of helping reach the Mer-May goal ♥)! 

So have fun, make a splash, and let's see where the tides take us!

 Join Icy’s Patreon Here!

[rushingheadlong]

As of December 2020, only Reader-insert fics are being cross-posted to tumblr. Please see my AO3 for additional non-Reader fics or check the #my fic tag for my monthly AO3 round-up posts.

♪ Requests: CLOSED ♫ General tag: #my fic ♪ Short imagines: #my hc ♫ My AO3: RushingHeadlong ♪ Updated: December 22, 2020

Almost Make Believe

♪ 18+, smut, Brian May/F!Reader, semi-public sex ~2.6k words ♪ When you saw Brian’s performance at the Big Mama Club you thought nothing could ever top being front-and-center to him rocking out in a tight black tank top… and then you run into him a bar after the show, and your night goes from great to amazing.

Together With You

♪ 18+, smut, Brian May/F!Reader, cockwarming, ~1.9k words ♪ You spend an intimate morning keeping Brian company as he works.

Make My Life Worthwhile

♪ Fluff, Female Reader, ~3.1k ♪ You always know to expect a few surprises at any Queen party. You just weren’t expecting a surprise like this. **Halloqueen Event gift**

Prompt: Sex under the stars 

♪ Light Smut, Female Reader, ~500 ♪ No kinks, just soft and gentle sex

Take Me Home Tonight 

♪ Smut, Female Reader, ~4.6k ♪ You’re not expecting Brian May, of all people, to walk into your record shop late one evening, but when he asks you to go home with him you’re certainly not going to pass on the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have all your fantasies fulfilled.  ♪  Dirty talk, oral (m&f receiving), fingering, a bit of size kink

I Love Your Mind (But Give Me Your Body) 

♪ Smut, Female Reader, ~3.4k ♪ The moment you lay eyes on your substitute math tutor you know that you’re in for a world of fun. He just might need a little encouragement to realize it too.  ♪ Height kink, semi-public sex, shy!70s!Brian

Teasin’ Around With Me 

♪ Smut, Female Reader, ~3.7k ♪ Brian’s hands are paying the price after the first rehearsal following some time off. You know a trick or two to help him out, but it turns out that Brian has other plans on his mind.  ♪ Hand kink, fingering, teasing & orgasm denial

Prompt: Angry sex with Bri

♪ Smut, Female Reader, ~1k ♪ Angry sex (consent is explicitly given)

Just Excitation 

♪ Smut, Female Reader, ~3.6k ♪ You’ve always had a thing for Brian’s hands (and his arms, and his fingers, and-). But wanting his hands wrapped around your neck is certainly a new one, even for you.  ♪ Choking, breathplay, semi-public sex, minor D/s and minor facefucking

Wrap Those Arms Around Me 

♪ Smut, Female Reader, ~2.3k ♪ Brian knows that whenever he wears tank tops you want to jump his bones. This time, though, he’s going to make you wait for it. ♪ Arm/hand kink, dirty talk, slight D/s, orgasm denial

Our Love Will Keep You Warm

♪ Fluff, Unspecified Reader, ~3k ♪ On the day of a Queen music video shoot, you find a few ways to take care of Brian and show him just how much you love him.

Dear Friend, We’ll Carry On

♪ Light angst and H/C, eventual smut, Trans Male Reader, ~9.5k words ♪  You’ve known Brian since the early days of Queen, but when he comes to New Haven on his solo tour you haven’t seen him in years. You’re both different people now but, as the saying goes, the more things change the more they stay the same…

One Hundred and Thirty-Six

♪ H/C, Unspecified Reader, alcoholism, ~900 words ♪  You are 136 days sober - and there are two bottles of wine on the counter in front of you

Concept: Soft, Cozy Moments With Brian

♪ Fluff, Unspecified Reader, ~400 words

Take My Breath Away

♪ Kink & smut, Unspecified Reader, ~20k ♪ Brian has a thing for drawing sex out for as long as possible, but it’s harder to do that when breathplay is involved… at least until you come up with a bit of an unorthodox solution: corsets. ♪ Sub!Bri, corsets, breathplay, kink exploration & negotiation

Prompt: Brian in a tight corset 

♪ Kink but no smut, Unspecified Reader, ~750 ♪ Breathplay, corsets, sub!Bri

Prompt: Jewelry shopping for Brian 

♪ Fluff, Unspecified Reader, ~800

Prompt: Being friends with Brian 

♪ Fluff, Non-Romantic, Male Reader, ~800

Prompt: Brian taking care of Reader 

♪ Fluff, Unspecified Reader, ~600

Oh, You’re Good For Me 

♪ Kink but no smut, Male or Unspecified Reader, ~1.5k ♪ Brian comes to you to be tied up and to submit.  ♪ D/s (sub!Bri), rope bondage

Make It Up (As You Go Along)

♪ H/C, Male Reader, ~2.2k ♪  Freddie’s birthday is quickly approaching… and so is yours. The only problem is that Freddie doesn’t know that, and you don’t particularly want to tell him.

Very, Very Frightening

♪ Fluff, Trans Male Reader, ~2.9k ♪ You’re not a fan of power outages, but Freddie is there to remind you that you don’t have to face it alone.

It’s (Not) So Easy 

♪ H/C, Male Reader, ~2.6k ♪ 5 times you and Freddie hid your relationship and 1 time you didn’t

So Much Ado 

♪ H/C and Fluff, Trans Male Reader, ~3.1k ♪ Freddie wants to buy a cat, but some things are more important than that.

One Year of Love 

♪ Fluff, Trans Male Reader, ~5.5k ♪ Your first anniversary with Freddie is quickly approaching, and you know that you don’t have the money to spoil him with the lavish sorts of gifts that he deserves. But with a little help from a friend, you realize that you don’t need to buy his love and you instead set about creating an evening that the two of you will never forget. **ANatF Event gift**

Concept: Dating Roger in 1974

♪ Fluff, Female Reader, ~700 words **STL Event gift**

Got Me In A Mood

♪ Light smut and h/c, Female Reader, ~5.3k ♪ You and Roger are friends, who just happen to occasionally sleep together. It’s just a bit of fun, nothing serious… until you realize that you’ve gone and fallen in love with him. **TGIC Event gift**

Prompt: Roger confesses his love to his long-term friend 

♪ Fluff, Female Reader, ~1k

You Could Know Me 

♪ H/C, Gen, Non-Binary Reader, ~2.8k ♪ You knew that coming out as non-binary wouldn’t always be smooth sailing, but you weren’t expecting to face rejection at every turn. Luckily your dad, Roger Taylor, is there to support you no matter what.

Prompt:  Picking out a Christmas tree with John

♪ Fluff, Unspecified Reader, ~600

Still Come Back to You 

♪ Fluff, Male Reader, ~1k ♪ John returns home late after wrapping up the latest Queen tour, and he’s missed you just as much as you’ve missed him.

Baked With Love

♪ Gen, fluff, vague modern Queen AU, ~1.2k ♪ No matter how famous they get, Queen has one birthday tradition that they refuse to give up.

Lockdown Blues

♪ Gen, H/C, vague modern & early Queen AU, ~2k words ♪ Freddie has made it his mission to keep everyone’s spirits up while they’re stuck at home. He doesn’t think the others have noticed - but they have, and they’re ready to remind him that they have his back too.

Prompt: Brian May & Tony Iommi

♪ Gen, fluff, current era, ~400 words

And I Get Afraid

♪ H/C, Gen, early Queen, ~4.5k ♪ Queen has come to a standstill as they try to get their debut album released, and John seems to be the only one left who isn’t optimistic about their chances for success. Now with his graduation quickly approaching, he finds himself struggling to decide between sticking by the band- and his friends- or leaving this sinking ship while he can still make something of his future.

Losing My Way

♪ H/C, angst, gen, early Queen, ~4.5k ♪ Brian is burning himself out trying to stay on top of all of his responsibilities. He knows it’s only a matter of time until something gives, and he knows that something will probably be his thesis - but that doesn’t make his failure any easier to stomach. **Companion to And I Get Afraid**

The Hazier Days

♪ Fluff, Gen, early Queen, ~1.6k ♪ It’s too hot for embarrassment as Brian finally caves to the summer heat.

Prompt: Freddie loses the week’s earnings from the stall

♪ H/C and Fluff, Gen, slighty Christmas themed, ~1k

Car Song 

♪ H/C and Fluff, Gen, BoRhap references, ~500 ♪ Roger and John tease Brian about his song “Driven By You” while working on Made in Heaven

Haul Away, You Rolling Queens

♪ AU (Nautical & Mermaid), H/C, Angst with a happy ending, Gen, ~40k ♪ It was Freddie who told them stories of the Kingdom of Rhye, an ancient mer kingdom that once ruled the seven seas before disappearing a thousand years ago. According to Brian it was just a myth, but Freddie was always certain that it was real and waiting to be discovered - but he never found proof of it before he fell sick, and vanished suddenly without a trace.

Now, 25 years later, Roger stumbles across a new clue that could lead them to Rhye - one with unexplained ties to their lost friend. But convincing Brian and John to take a leap of faith and join him in one final adventure is only the first hurdle. If they want to weather the rough seas ahead, they’ll have to not only sail into the unknown but finally face the unanswered questions and lingering grief left from Freddie’s disappearance.

Take a Picture (It’ll Last Longer)

♪ Jimercury, Modern/Everyone Lives AU, fluff, ~800 words ♪ If Jim was still alive and still with Freddie he would absolutely have an instagram account where he mostly posts photos of their cats and the garden.

Wanna Be Beside You Now

♪ Jimercury, fluff and smut, phone sex, ~800 words ♪ Jim receives a call one night when Freddie is away.

Love in the Shape of Things

♪ Maycury, Modern AU & early Queen, H/C and fluff, ~63k ♪  They’re both searching for their place in the world, but it takes a new flat and a housewarming gift gone awry for Freddie and Brian’s friendship to slowly turn into something deeper. And through long evenings of commiseration and camaraderie, their feelings for each other continue to grow - until one misunderstanding threatens to tear everything apart.

Buttons

♪ Maycury, early Queen, pining, ~700 words ♪ A moment of tenderness before a show leaves Brian yearning.

Take This Message

♪ Two Maycury fics, one AU & H/C, one fluff, ~500 words each ♪ Two short Maycury fics inspired by the Calling All Girls music video. In the first, Freddie with the help of Brian has to propose the video idea to Roger. The second is a short AU based on the video itself.

Love Him From Where You Are

♪ Maylor, H/C, pining, early Queen, some vague allusions to sex, ~7.2k ♪  Five times Roger was sure that Brian didn’t love him, and one time he knew that he did.

The Fire You Ignite

♪ Maylor, 18+, sub!Brian, bondage, gags, temperature play, orgasm denial, ~3k ♪  Roger takes his time playing with Brian.

Trust Issues

♪ H/C, Maylor, ~500 words ♪ Roger borrows the Red Special when Brian isn’t there, and Brian freaks out.

Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me

♪ Poly!Queen, 18+, vague modern AU, crossdressing/corset kink, ~1.7k ♪  The boys plan an evening of dressing up and watching Rocky Horror Picture Show, but the effort that Brian puts into his outfit takes the others by surprise.

I’ll Put A Spell On You

♪ Dealor, 18+, crossdressing, slight D/s (sub!John), ~5.9k ♪ John is tired of always getting teased for wearing “boring” costumes, so he decides to spice things up this year - and when Roger makes sure to show his appreciation for John’s costume choice, they both end up having a good time.

Alone Time

♪ 18+, smut, Brian May solo, masturbation & toys, ~1.1k ♪ Brian always tells himself that he���s going to take his time with this... but he never does.

[anewbiegm]

Tales from Thursday RP

A new campaign, and a partially new group as we venture once more into the shit-caked universe of Warhammer 40K. Unlike the Dark Heresy campaign, these are not mere mortals, but rather members of the Adeptus Astartes, the genetically enhanced super-soldiers, created by the God-Emperor of Mankind, as we venture in the forbidden lore of Deathwatch.

At least for now, there are seven players in the group, three of them new to our Thursday group - although not new to RP, 40K or Roll20, we’ve been calling them newbies - the Kill-Team is a little homogeneous, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. The break-down of Speciality, Chapter and player is;

EDIT (3rd May)

- Bannus Metalius, Tech Marine of the Iron Hands chapter, played by Strelkov, the Arbite from Dark Heresy. Scheduling conflicts have forced Strelkov to drop out of Deathwatch, but he stays with us as Rulav the Tzimisce in the Vampire game.

- Einar Fritjof, a Tactical Marine Wolf Scout of the Space Wolves chapter. Played by Grey, one of the newbies we picked up from the Roll20 LFG thread.

- Strix, Assault Marine of the Raven Guards chapter. Strix is the rebuilt version of Einar the Space Wolf Scout, sill played by Grey. The way the first mission went, and how Grey was playing his character, Raven Guard Assault Marine was a much better fit. 

- Fortem Ferrummentis, a Devastator of the Iron Hands chapter. Originally billed as being either Dark Angels or Ultramarines, Fortem is played by Kenners, another newbie we picked up. Disappeared without a trace, or word. Listed as MIA.

- Apothecary Ipos, a Ravenwing Veteran Apothecary, of the Dark Angel’s successor chapter, the Consecrators. Ipos - pronounced Ee-pos, and I swear I’m going to get this character’s name correct - is played by CommanderRenegade who played the dæmon killing Psyker, Merlinus - Mer- lie-nus, not Mer-lin-us, as I spent a year calling his charcter, in Dark Heresy.

- Librarian Varen Cordalis, a Librarian - Psyker - of the Ultramarines chapter. Originally a Salamander but asked to switch to Ultramarine when he learnt there was already a Tech Marine in the Kill-Team. Played by Galen, the last - technically the first - newbie we picked up from Roll20.

- Librarian Ferox, an Iron Hands psyker. With the loss of the Iron Hands Devastator, Galen decided to tweak his Librarian a little, so changed the Chapter - as well as a few other things around.

- Ruman Cantos, an Assault Marine of the Blood Angel’s successor chapter, Hell Bringers. Played by Buckmeister, or Claude Asmend from the Dark Heresy game. Hell Bringers are a custom chapter that he’s wanted to play for a long time, using the chapter creation rules in the supplement Honour the Chapter.

- Sergeant Skold, a Tactical Marine of the Space Wolves chapter. Skold is played by Dreadcon, also known as Haxtes the Tech-Priest from Dark Heresy - who may or may not come back as a passing villain in Deathwatch after his abrupt warp exit and betrayal at the conclusion of our Dark Heresy game. 

- Techmarine Guillermo Sanchev, a Tech Marine of the venerable Crimson Fists chapter. Sanchev is played by one of Ipos’ IRL friends, and was available, and looking for a game. 

All in all, the Kill-Team looks noticeably different from when this was originally posted back on 25th March.

The game is a mix of Errata version Deathwatch - I’m looking at you weapon stats - Only War for it’s comprehensive vehicle rules - thanks to CommanderRenegade and his ever-present Assault Bike - and Dark Heresy for updated versions of Actions, and Weapon Qualities. I realise this makes it into a little bit of a Special Snowflake game, with a bunch of annoying house-rules, but as much as I love the 40K RPGs, the early ones were clunky and messy as hell in places.

Ideally, I’d intended to write my own version of the 40K RPG, but that’s a bit of an undertaking. I’ve got two starter documents; one using the traditional 40K d100 ruleset, the other using Modiphius’ 2d20 system. Mutant Chronicles has a lot of similarities between 40K, I’ve mentioned before that it often seems to have a Rogue Trader era feel to it, but that’s a huge job, and needs some of the improvements seen in Conan fudged into, on top of a total conversion. Anyway, back to the actual Deathwatch we’re playing. 

The first scenario in the start of our campaign is the Extraction mission from the Core Rulebook, I like to run these basic scenarios first as they’re a gentle intro to the system, the setting and a new group. It gives people a chance to get to know how others work, what their characters are like, and to re-jig sections of their character if they’re unhappy with it.

Extraction has them drop-podding onto the dying world of Tantalus to rescue a Magos of the Tech-Priests of Mars, and the data-core he’s carrying, before the world is consumed by the encroaching Tyranid swarm. 

The Magos’ ship had crash-landed on the world, and he’s severely injured, complicating the rescue attempt. The Kill-Team only has a few hours to locate him, before extraction - hint, hint - becomes impossible thanks to the innumerable Tyranid bio-forms swarming the surface, atmosphere and in orbit. 

The Magos’ shuttle had crashed in the centre of a region dedicated to promethium refining, a refinery know as Pyroclast-Gamma-9. The area had been evacuated some days before at the start of the Tyranid invasion, is eerily quiet, smells of burnt promethium and an undercurrent of blood.

Some exploring later, they found the butchered remains of several local militia forces, the Tyranids having ambushed and attacked various locations, as well as well as a potential location for the Magos. Some additional good news came in the form of a Commissar and a small squad of PDF troopers who’d been unable to evacuate in time. Sending them to the highest ground, the best spot for extraction, they were confident that they had at least been able to secure their exit route - if only temporarily, knowing the Imperial Guard’s resilience against the fearsome xenos.

After a particularly dangerous fight, being ambushed by the bio-form designated as Shrike the group have had to wait a fortnight before the next session, and hopefully concluding part of Extraction.

A little slow to start with, time zones and all that, new group, new characters and a kludged ruleset, but the first session was enjoyable, and I’m confident about the new guys. Although, the Old Guard are struggling at the minute with scheduling conflicts, so I’m not 100% sure how many of them are going to be a permanent fixture in the session. Time will tell.

Up next, more Tales from Thursday RP as we venture into Eastern Europe in the late 12th century, in Vampire the Masquerade: Dark Ages campaign, Transylvania Chronicles.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Jophiel 2

Cursed

Oceans of Change

Adopt-A-Jophiel:

Part 1 it's co-written by me and the amazing @egrets-not-regrets

Part 2 it's co-written by me and the amazing @egrets-not-regrets

Part 3 it's co-written by me and the amazing @egrets-not-regrets

Water's Deep

This Far

Oak

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Ramiel

A Little Death

Solace

Waves do Swell

Shell

Like Stone

Strongest

Unfortunate

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Claude 2

Drifting in Cold Waters

Mirrors Lie, Mirror Truth

Bonding Rituals

Claude: A Difference of Identity by @egrets-not-regrets

Seeming

Temper and Toil

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Cedric: From One Healer to Another

Of Fin and Feathers AU: Cedric gets to meet his aunt, Amelia, a harpy healer... and Alcyon, her bonded chaos Iron Warrior mer.

Author's Note:

Erriox (to Alcyon): Amelia will be safe. Cedric may be a Black Templar, but he won't hurt her. Besides, Lenora is there.

Alcyon: Black Templar >:(

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Cedric: How could someone be so nice and be bonded to that chaos heretic! >:(

Here's a light, fun, and a little science-y fic to make up for the last two emotionally heavy ones. :) Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric. He is adorable. Also mention of Arnault from @kit-williams. Yes, Alcyon has an intense bond with Amelia, like Arnault and Angela.

OCs: HarpyLenora, MerErriox (Iron Warrior OC), HarpyAmelia, MerAlcyon (Chaos Iron Warrior OC), MerCedric (Black Templar OC (c) @sleepyfan-blog)

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

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Lenora watched Cedric continuously grind the paste with his mortar and pestle with interest.

“What are you making?” she asked. 

“Ah… I’m making poultices for surface wounds.” The black and white mer replied, not stopping in grinding the paste, “It’s to protect the open wounds to prevent infection and possible contaminants from entering. Could you pass some of your down feathers?”

The osprey harpy handed her son the container of down feathers. Cedric took a few and grinded them into the paste. 

“And do you slather it onto the bandages before storing them? I couldn’t imagine it being easy to put on the poultice underwater.” Lenora remarked. 

“Some of the bandages will be coated with the poultice before storing. The rest will be stored in containers for manual application.” Cedric replied. He dipped his finger into the poultice he was making and took a glob out for the harpy to inspect, “The paste holds better than it looks. The addition of hagfish slime to the poultice allows it to hold well underwater and on land.” He explained, happy that his mother was taking an interest in his work. 

“Interesting.” Lenora smushed the glob around her clawed digits. What an interesting texture. She also noticed a cooling effect to it. Harpies sometimes used poultices, but it meant that they would have to be landlocked for a while to allow the poultice to work since the paste would start to dissolve underwater. It was rather inconvenient for harpies that lived around water, so potions tend to be used. With this though… this might work. It would be helpful in using poultices instead so that potions can be used for more extensive injuries. 

“Is it mint that is causing the cooling effect?” She asked. 

“Part of it.” Her son replied, “The mint is mixed in with aloe.”

Lenora nodded. A thought occurred to her, “Cedric, would you like to meet Amelia? She’s a healer too and would probably be interested in learning from you.”

“Yes, I would like to meet her! Do you think she will bring Ben along too?” He replied excitedly. 

“Maybe.”

Cedric brightened, it would be really nice to learn from his ‘aunt’ too and trade information with a fellow healer, especially one of a different species from him. You never know what you learn that may come in handy after all. Maybe she might bring Ben as well. His mother mentioned them sometimes, but he and his brothers had yet to meet them still. Cedric hoped to finally meet his little cousin too.

“If they do visit, it is likely that both their bonded will come with them.” Lenora warned, “I only ask that you not get into a fight with them, should they come too.”

The Primaris scoutling’s face scrunched in distaste, “I can… do that…” he replied. He nearly forgot about them. Right… if Amelia’s his aunt in name, then that chaos heretic would be his “uncle”. Cedric cringed, visibly disturbed. Nope. Nope. No, they’re of no relation. He is not about to call chaos anything that. Ugh… he doesn’t like it, but he has dealt with worse than ornery battle brothers as his patients in his experience as an apothecary, so dealing with the two chaos mers couldn’t be that much worse. Cedric can be professionally detached when he needs to be. He can behave as his mother requested. 

Lenora watched her son’s expression with amusement. She knew how much her boys disliked chaos-aligned mers. But she trusted that they would behave if she asked that of them. She could trust that they would at least leave the other alone and not goad them into a fight. 

“You sure you can do that?” She chuckled. 

Cedric straightened his posture, “Yes.” He replied confidently. 

Lenora smiled, “Alright. I’ll go talk to her.” and left to find Amelia. 

She managed to secure a visit from the harpy healer the next morning, since she had time and Alcyon coincidentally would be patrolling with Erriox that day. 

The next day came and Erriox said his goodbyes before taking off. Alcyon and Amelia arrived at their family nest shortly after he left. Cedric's eyes widened and his fins flared at the sight of the large scarred mer who protectively curled around his plover harpy mate upon entering the cave and spotting the Black Templar scoutling. His mind screamed danger. The chaos mer was larger than Erriox, almost about Claude’s length (in his shark-tailed form). The young Primaris mer could tell the chaos mer had centuries more battle experience over him, judging from all his healed over scars, discoloured healed fins, and prosthetics replacing his right eye and left forearm. He would be hard to beat in a fair fight. Not that chaos mers would fight fair, in his opinion. 

Cedric placed himself, not so subtly, in front of Lenora to protect her. His eyes were sharp and muscles tensed, ready for any attack from the chaos mer-Astartes. Lenora smiled exasperatedly as she stepped to the side of him. 

“Whelp. You hurt my mate and I will end you. I don’t care if you are my brother’s son or not.” Alcyon growled at the apothecary-in-training, still protectively curled around his bond-mate.

“I will not…”Cedric bristled with indignation, feeling insulted by the chaos mer’s implication. He might be a loyalist and didn’t trust chaos mers as far as he could throw them, but it didn’t mean he would harm his bonded! Let alone someone who’s a close friend to his mother!

A brush from Lenora’s wing calmed him down. She smiled at him, “Easy, Cedric…” she murmured. 

The young apothecary felt vindicated in a petty way watching the large mer get scolded by his smaller harpy mate for his rude behaviour, “Alcyon! I told you to be nice to the youngling! He will not hurt me. Have some faith in Lenora at least.”

“I know.” The fierce mer grumbled, “but he is a Black Templar…”

“Lenora has two Black Templar sons, and no harpy has ever been harmed by them.” The plover harpy refuted.

Alcyon let out of huff, “Fine.” He called out to the osprey harpy, “Lenora, her safety’s in your hands.”

Cedric’s dorsal fin flared and he let out a low growl at the perceived threat towards his mother. The chaos mer ignored him, focusing on his mate instead. Rude.

Lenora snorted, “Amelia is safe with me. There won’t be a feather out of place.” She reassured with good humor, patting Cedric’s back to ease him. 

“Everything will be fine, I promise. Go. Erriox is waiting.” Amelia cooed, reaching up to caress her mate’s cheek. Alcyon held her close and nuzzled her, “I should be back by nightfall. If not, Malaran knows that you are here.” 

“Of course.” They shared a kiss before the chaos merAstartes swam off to join his legion brother.

Cedric stared at them, still unbelieving that a chaos mer would be so tender and protective towards their bonded. Maybe they shared a bond like his big brother Arnault and his bonded, Angela. It would explain how intensely guarded Alcyon was over Amelia. And Amelia’s son, Ben, was apparently bonded to a Black Legion chaos mer. Does this bonding phenomena run in the family? His mother didn’t have any biological children, so he can’t really say. Cedric hypothesized that if she did, her child might end up bonding with a loyalist mer if that was the case. 

“I’m sorry Cedric, Alcyon can be very overprotective of me. And well, he doesn’t like Black Templars very much.” Amelia apologized, somewhat embarrassed by her mate’s posturing. She reached out her clawed hand, “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m happy to meet an Astartes apothecary.”

Cedric shook her hand, giving his aunt a smile to put her at ease, “It’s… alright. Bonded mers tend to be intensely overprotective over their non-Astartes partners. It’s nice to meet you too. Mutter told me all about you and Ben.”

“Speaking of… where is Ben anyway?” Lenora asked. 

Amelia gave a helpless smile, “He’s flight training with Malaran. He’s very enthusiastic about being able to knock Erriox over.”

The osprey harpy laughed, “We’ll see about that!” Knowing how solidly built her mate was.

Cedric chuckled at the thought of a small plover harpy cannonballing into his older Iron Warrior cousin.

“Cedric, Lenora mentioned to me about how you make your poultice. It sounds interesting. You added hagfish slime to it?” Amelia asked. 

The Black Templar scoutling confirmed with an excited trill, “Yes! The hagfish slime keeps the poultice intact while underwater.” 

The harpy healer hummed, impressed, “That’s what’s missing from our poultices. While poultices work for surface wounds on land, it causes harpies to be landlocked for a while because they would start losing effect and start to dissolve in water. Which is rather inconvenient for us living by the water.” 

“Hagfish slime isn’t easy for us to obtain either, as they reside too deep for us to reach.” His mother added. 

Cedric thought for a moment and then asked Lenora, “One hagfish produces a large amount of that slime coating. What do you think of keeping a hagfish around?”

Both harpies hesitated, having seen the mess that a few spilled hagfish can cause when they visited the siren sisters of the Storm Rocks to do some trading. 

“I would say, maybe keep a few hagfish to an area underwater by feeding them, and harvest their slime that way. I’m not keen on cleaning up a mess of slime from our nest if an accident happens, and neither would Erriox.” The osprey harpy gently nixed his idea. 

The black and white mer pouted a little, but he understood what his mother meant. Plus, Cedric could see an accident like that happening from he and his brothers’ roughhousing. He sighed, the other suggestion his mother gave wasn’t a bad one though, he could work with that. 

Amelia nudged Cedric gently, giggling, “We’ve seen the aftermath of a hagfish spill, it’s a big mess from only three hagfish. I am curious about your poultice recipe though, would you mind telling me so I can write the recipe down and try it?”

Cedric nodded, “Of course! If you don’t mind telling me yours as well. We could trade results! It would be nice to have a comparison to see what can be improved.”

“I agree.” Amelia smiled at her nephew. Lenora handed them both a loaded ink quill and parchment as they dictated and discussed their poultice recipes with one another.

Time passed by all too quickly. They were deep in discussion about the different cone snail toxins that could be effective pain relievers in healing potions when Alcyon and Erriox returned from their patrol. 

Amelia churred and nuzzled her mate, pleased with his safe return, when the larger chaos mer wrapped her in his embrace, “Hello Alcyon. Your patrol went well?” 

Alcyon purred and kissed her temple, “All is calm and rather boring. I see that you are unharmed.”

“Everything is fine, like I told you. Quit looking down on the poor fledgling!” Amelia chided him. 

Cedric glared and hissed at the chaos Iron Warrior, “I would never harm anyone’s bonded, let alone a friend of meine Mutter! Don’t insult me!”

Alcyon stared at him evenly, commenting to Erriox and Lenora, “Good to see this one has a backbone on him.” Then turned to his mate who finished gathering her things into her bag, “Ready to go?” He asked. 

Amelia smiled and bid them goodbye before heading to the cave entrance. She flew off with Alcyon diving into the water, following close behind. 

Cedric blinked in confusion, his jaw falling slightly open, “Was that…?” 

Erriox laughed and clapped a hand on his adopted son’s shoulder, “Consider that his compliment and his approval.” 

The young apothecary didn’t know how to feel about that, but he supposed at least he won’t have to worry about the chaos Iron Warrior glaring at him anytime he interacts with the harpy healer in the future. 

Lenora smiled, “That worked out quite well.”

Cedric frowned slightly, “I guess… but I don’t like his attitude towards you, Mutter.”

“Alcyon can be rather abrasive, so I do appreciate your patience with him. Thank you for that.” She nuzzled him. 

Feeling happy at the compliment, Cedric let out a soft purr and nuzzled her back, “You’re welcome, Mutter.”

[egrets-not-regrets]

Of Fin and Feathers AU: Negotiations

Mara of the gannet harpies meets with Iron Warrior Warsmith Eciton Formicas to discuss the terms of being allowed to set to temporarily reside in an area of Steelix Cliffs deep in the heart of his territory to avoid the Black Templar shoal. Kalium and Erriox have a bet going on.

Author’s Notes: will be naming the MerErriox AU series “Of Fin and Feathers”. This takes place before the whole Gray Knight bonding with Lana in incident. Thanks for @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for letting me use Keed and Orlys (Alpha Legion Mer) for this one.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @bispecsual , @ms--lobotomy , @whorety-k

They are coming. The templar shoal is coming!

The sirens’ songs carried in the winds to all who heard them. All manner of magical non-human sentient creatures prepared to hide or leave for safer areas knowing the Black Templar shoal will be migrating through. Those who were either unwary and caught at the wrong place and time or foolish enough to confront this shoal had been cut down mercilessly.

The feathers by Mara's ear holes fluttered in the breeze, carrying the siren’s message with it. After which, the sirens fell silent. The gannet harpy frowned, this matched up with the bits of information that came they received over the past few days. Word from the passing gull harpies was that the shoal was making their way to these waters, still maybe three or four days away judging by their speed of travel.

“The siren sisters are silent now. They must be starting to move.” Another gannet elder, Nerian, commented, “You heard their song too?”

“Yes.” Mara replied, “This is a new change in the black templar shoal movement.”

Nerian hummed thoughtfully, “They don’t usually come through these waters this time of year. Wonder what changed.”

The old gannet muttered, “I don’t care that much to find out. Any word about the state of our secondary rock?”

“Unfortunately it’s fully occupied. Other sea harpies had been evacuating their roosts since the Black Templar shoal changed their pattern.” Nerian grumbled. He couldn’t help but find this situation frustrating. Not that it was their kittiwake and murre cousins’ fault, they are equally vulnerable to the mercurial shoal’s blades. However, this means they don’t have much time to find a whole new safe sanctuary.

“Please send out a message to the scouting parties and ask everyone to look out for possible places that can be a suitable temporary safe haven.” Mara requested.

“Will be done.” Nerian gave an affirmative before taking off. Mara nodded then turned around to make her way back to the colony.

Keed and Orlys, two Alpha Legion mers, had been helping their bonded Lana help others in the colony figure out logistics of moving the fledglings and others that cannot fly as well as their older brethren could, when they overheard Mara’s conversation with Nerian.

“Mara, we couldn’t help but hear your chat with Nerian.” Keed addressed the gannet harpy, “Are you still looking for a temporary place to settle?

Mara sighed, she forgot how keen mer-Astartes hearing was, “Yes. Unfortunately where we would normally go to take shelter is fully occupied. Everyone is spooked by the change in the Black Templar shoal behavior.”

Orlys remembered a conversation he had with the Blood Angel Scoutling, “Jophiel said Lenora was moving closer to the Iron Warrior base. There is the Steelix Cliffs, parts of which are deep in Iron Warrior shoal territory which would be out of the Black Templar’s path; it may be worth asking Erriox about it.”

The elder gannet harpy hummed thoughtfully, “You do have a point. Would you or your brother take a few others for a flight to scout it out please? The harpies will know what we need in a location. Once there's one or a few suitable places, please contact Erriox to request a temporary stay and report back to me. If there is nothing suitable, report back to me regardless.”

“Will do.” Keed replied.

“Thank you.”

She watched the two mers make their way back to Lana, making some sort of hand gestures to determine, Mara guessed, who stays and who goes. The gannet harpy’s dark eyes crinkled with amusement before she went back to her nest.

A few hours later, the scouting group returned with good news of having found a location well-suited to be their safe haven. Mara thanked them for their work before dismissing them.

Keed stayed behind, having a message to pass on to the elder harpy.

Mara then turned her attention to him, “Have you contacted Erriox about this yet?” She asked.

“Yes.” The Alpha Legionary replied, “Erriox said he notified his warsmith about our request and will let us know his answer.”

Coincidentally, his vox crackled to life as Erriox’s voice came over the channel.

“Warsmith Formicas requests a meeting with Mara. When can she meet him?”

Keed relayed the message to the harpy. Mara tapped her claw to her chin in thought before answering, “I can meet him right away. Where is the meeting location?”

There was a pause as Keed communicated Mara’s answer to the Iron Warrior in addition to discussing whatever else between the two mer-Astartes.

“On the beach in the Trail of Stars Cove. It’s halfway between here and the base.”

Mara laughed, familiar with the meeting location being where many of her colony staged part of their courtship, “Sounds rather romantic.” She joked, “Tell Warsmith Formicas that we’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

“Want me to accompany you?” Keed asked the gannet harpy.

“Yes, that would be much appreciated.” Mara smiled, not that she felt there would be any malicious intent from the warsmith, but it was comforting to know she has a mer-Astartes on her side.

The two arrived at the cove just ahead of their meeting time, allowing for some exploration of the beach.

Mara looked around, a sense of pleasant nostalgia clung to her senses. “This is a place where bonding pairs would go as part of their courtship. It is beautiful to visit at night as the name suggests. You should bring Lana here sometime.” She suggested to Keed.

Lana would probably like that. Keed smiled at the idea, though unseen due to his helmet, “I will remember that.”

The warsmith soon arrived, swimming out of the water to meet them, accompanied by Erriox and one other Iron Warrior mer. The large armored-tail venomfin mer dismissed the other two as he swam closer to them.

Keed tilted his head slightly in question, “Do you need me to stay?” He whispered.

Mara waved her claw, “No, I think I’ll be alright.”

“I’ll stay close.” He answered.

Mara thanked him. Keed gave a curt nod before swimming off after the other two Iron Warriors.

“Lady Mara.”

“Warsmith Formicas.” Mara nodded slightly in greeting.

The warsmith eyed the leaving Alpha Legionaire coolly, “Your reputation precedes you, Lady Mara. Uncovering a squad of five Alpha Legionaries. Not many can boast about that.”

Smiling disarmingly at the warsmith, she explained to him, “It was only a matter of chance that it happened that way, Warsmith Formicas. The brothers had bonded to one of my own. Though it is not without its own challenges, they have been good to their bonded and to the rest of my colony.”

“Indeed.” The warsmith acknowledged before getting back to business, inquiring, “You were requesting a temporary safe haven up on Steelix Cliffs?”

Mara nodded, “Yes, we scouted a suitable place about 15 kms north of here along these cliffs.”

She added, “I recognize this location is deep within your territory, but I am hoping to have your permission for my colony to relocate there temporarily, at least until the Black Templar shoal has left these waters.”

“I heard about the changes in the Black Templar shoal movement. The way that most non-human sentients are clearing out of the area or going into hiding is hard to ignore.” The warsmith narrowed his eyes as his armored tail swayed back and forth in thought, “You have my permission for your colony to stay as long as you need, however in return, I ask that you provide aerial surveillance and support, and the use of your Alpha Legion squad.”

Mara knew what the warsmith was thinking and had been prepared for it, “I have a roster of harpies who can start whenever it is required, though we will need further details as patrol areas and what you are looking for. As for the Alpha Legion squad…”

Keed paused and added without prompting, “my brothers and I will work alongside your shoal for the time being.” They can work under warsmith Formicas in exchange for Lana and her colony being better protected. Besides, it would be a good opportunity to gain more information of the shoals and current state of these waters.

“Thank you.” Mara gave the Alpha Legionary a grateful look before he continued to leave.

She asked, turning to the warsmith, “Is that suitable?”

Eciton Formicas recognized the quiet power and experienced leadership the old gannet harpy had, “Yes, it is. You are well prepared, Lady Mara.” He commented shrewdly.

“I have been around long enough to know requests like this are not without some sort of equivalent exchange.” Mara stated, her dark eyes crinkled with amusement.

She shared a wry grin, “It helps to keep good neighbors and allies.”

The warsmith chuckled, “Certainly. I can see why you have so many mer-Astartes under your wing.”

“It only seems that way. They’re not beholden to me or my colony.” Mara insisted, bringing up her claw to hide her smile, knowing that Formicas was talking about the Primaris boys and the Alpha Legion brothers, “They’re good boys.” She said fondly, “though sometimes they need a good talking to… or a few.”

Eciton laughed at the way she addressed the mers as if they were mere whelps, “If that is all you need to do to have them do what you say, I can use your talks on my warriors if it means they would be more disciplined.”

“You flatter me, Warsmith. You greatly overestimate my ability to make them listen. I’m sure you’re doing a fine job taking care of your warriors.” Mara smiled at him graciously, “Regardless, thank you for permitting my colony to stay in your territory.”

“You’re welcome. Should you require it, I can send a few of my Astartes to assist your move. Once you are settled, your harpies will be included in the patrol schedule and we will discuss details then. I will also increase patrols in your area while the Black Templars are present.” Eciton replied.

Mara bowed her head slightly with respect, “That is much appreciated. We should be fine with regards to moving as it is only a temporary stay and we have enough bodies for that.”

She looked out at the water and spotted the teal form of Keed waiting in the distance, then turned back to face the warsmith, “I am grateful for your assistance in this matter, and it eases my worries. Once everything is settled, I will have someone notify you to discuss further details. It was a pleasure meeting you, Warsmith Formicas.” Mara spoke warmly, reaching out her winged claw for a handshake.

His gauntlet engulfed her clawed digits as he gently grasped it, “Same to you, Lady Mara.”

The gannet harpy gave him a smile before she took off. Eciton watched her form rise above the cliffs before he returned to the water to rejoin his warriors.

“Mara agreed to your request?” Erriox asked.

“Yes. Once she sends word, we will discuss the finer details for their aerial patrols.” Eciton confirmed.

“She was rather charming.” He added offhandedly as they were swimming back to the base.

“You sure she isn’t your bonded? You seem awfully amicable with each other.” The younger of his subordinates, Kalium, asked.

Eciton smacked his helmet with his tail, “No, she isn’t. Quit with that nonsense.” He growled.

Erriox held back slightly as their warsmith swam ahead of them, “I told you so. Fair is fair, you are taking my extra shift.” He snickered at his grumbling battle brother.

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Sky May Fall

Author's notes: Alpharius in Living Water AU. Thank you to @egrets-not-regrets for letting me borrow Mara.

Past =-= Next

Warnings: Confrontations? Let me know if I need to add more.

Summary: For Orlys the Alpharius things are starting to go wrong.

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There is something slightly off about the way he looks, like someone has wrapped him in a fine mist or something. He does look handsome, hopeful and earnest at least. There is something slightly green to the blue of his eyes that is almost bothering her. 

But then again, from what she's heard from the friendly, allied mer astartes that they can have a more ‘blended’ appearance of their gene-seed isn't ‘pure’ whatever that means.

She won't ask right now, as that seems like a terribly invasive question to ask someone that you just met. So she carefully starts asking him the ice breaker and light getting to know how a person questions. 

He seems to perk up a little at that, somehow, for every one question she asks, and gets an answer from him. He asks her three more and seems to get her life's Story out of her in bits and pieces over the next few months as they gradually get to know one another. During this whole thing, some of the Elders of her tribe check Zarius out and assess him and his intentions.

For a while the elders seem content with his answers and presence near their colony, if carefully watched. He never seems to be around at the same time any of Lenora's boys are over visiting, be it her kids or Erriox. Which seems to just be a coincidence, especially since she doesn't always tell him if they are coming for a visit. 

She has seen how Ramiel and Cedric Interact, with each other and the world around him. So far Zarius acts similar to them, if a bit different and part of her wonders is if that slightly offkey behavior is simply him being much older. She has occasionally mentioned her Bonded Space Marine to the fledglings, who are of course curious about him, if a tad wary of meeting him for reasons that they keep to themselves.

It takes her a while to notice it, but sometimes she feels an odd… shift in his presence, in his magic and soul. She had talked to Elder Mara about it, vaguely worried, and she's told that they were monitoring that situation as well and if things seemed… worrisome to speak up about it. Which she agreed to do as she didn't want to do something that could potentially harm her colony on purpose. 

The vaguely unsettling feeling of wrongness faded after a while had she started to feel like it was just something that had been silly or just not what Actually happened. When that strange shift happened in his Soul again. 

She spoke to the elders about it, and a closer watch was issued to him for the strangeness he exhibits, despite acting almost exactly the same, but with slightly different personality quirks.

Could mer-astartes have multiple personality disorder? It was something that she’d ask fledgling Cedric or Ramiel next time they visited. She knows that one of them has training in medicine and the body, while the other was trained in mind healing.

She’s pulled from her thoughts by her Zarius who croons at her from the water showing off his powerful frame in the water and swimming around her. He’d caught a few impressively large fish that she was helping to prepare for their meal. It would be added to the rest of the food that the Colony was going to eat.

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Orlys has been tending to Lana, who’s his squad’s shared Bonded, it’s rare and mostly a very low kind of Bond. But Bonding does and can happen for Alpha legion mer-astartes. It’s just a lot more difficult for them to Bond and it’s nowhere near as strong as the bonds the other Legions and Chapters get.

He had been doing his duty shift with protecting and watching over Lana and helping out her Colony of Gannet harpies for a few weeks when something seems to have upset them.

He idly sends a message to the rest of his squad, trying to see if he can gather more information on what it is. Such things are sent so that the whole squad knows so that there are no ‘gaps’ in the memories of ‘Zarius’ the Black Templar.

They had been doing a good job making sure not to accidentally meet the whole damned squad of Primaris Space Mer-Astartes who’d got at least one of them Bonded to a different Harpy.

One was a Blood Angel Librarian with Wings (not… great for keeping things secret). Two are Black Templars, one an Apothecary in Training the other a Chaplain in  Training, which would make pretending to be a Black Templar more… difficult as they could be observant due to their specialized training.

An Ultramarine Scout and a Raven Guard Scout, the latter possibly having some latent Psykery from the way the mages fussed over him and talked about ‘lesson plans’.

They are Alpha Legion, which means tricking the other legions is easy for them to do. But with at least two of them being Psykers, and the observant natures of the other three, it was easier to try to avoid them, without seeming like they are avoiding them for best practices at the moment.

He’s glad that, despite the Harpies having increased magical ability and sensitivity that they haven’t seen him, Zarius, Zariel, and Keed have all met her. The fifth member of their squad has yet to meet her.  He notices that there seems to be a bit of a Discussion happening between some of the Harpy Elders, who seem to have determined, frowns on their faces as they head over to him.

“Did you need something?” Orlys asks them with a nod.

“Who are you?” Mara asks him sharply and he blinks at her in confusion.

“I am-,” Orlys starts to lie to her.

“Please don’t lie it, it will only make things worse for you,” Mara says warningly. “We decided to allow it when there was only one or two of you, but now it seems to be that there are at least four different ‘Zarius’ the Black Templar.”

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Creature in a Lake

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Author’s note: Zeth’s debut!

Summary: Zeth is doing Black Legion Things when he gets exploded into Ancient Terra, as a mer, landing in a forest is Not Great, but at least he’s not badly wounded enough to be stuck without options. Finding a lake to rest in, a family unit of humans are unaware of his presence down below. Oddly enough he doesn’t feel like hurting them.

Warnings: Black Legion being Black Legion, hints and/or threats of torture, fighting, violence, let me know if I need to tag anything else.

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Zeth had been having a grand time fighting the loyalist dogs for the glory of the Black Legion, under the command of one of the might Captains, he's never met Abbadon the Despoiler, but he's heard his words and speeches, and he's been told if he's strong enough, and does well enough, perhaps one day he'd be mighty enough to hear words directly from the mouth of one who's the closest thing to a Primarch the BLack Legion has. One of the few who remember and fought alongside the dead Deamon Primarch, long may his memory remain, and the loyalist yet curse his name while they still draw breath, Horus.

Zeth has only ever heard stories from his older brothers about Horus, and has tried to picture the dead man who's will cast them into the Eye of Terror, and only gets a fuzzy image of a larger version of Abbadon. Eh, it's not his place to think on such things as he continues to taunt and cackle and kill the loyalist dogs and help his brothers gather the necessary supplies for their Black Crusade. He tilts his head up and to the side- as he notices something coming there way, it's bright, almost glittery and painful to look out, he bellows out a warning call as he and his brothers scatter.

One of those most wretched Saints have shown up and their 'holy' light and 'blessings of the carrion emperor' making them fucking annoying to deal with and annoyingly difficult to kill for base line humans. And they seem to rally the slowly demoralizing Astra Militarum, and bolster the weak bastards with their glowing presence. At least the fight and killing them is going to be more fun, as the strongest of his brothers are heading straight for the largest and most dangerous threat, while the rest of them go after the base line humans and the loyalist dog Space Marines.

With the luck of the Chaos Gods on their side, the tide of battle turns in their favor, as the planet succumbs to their claws. The cowardly loyalist pig-dogs flee on their ships, and that has him grin with a cackle, the population that's left, is now under their control. Such wonderful sacrifices and servants for their use. The underground resistance groups that are trying to get them to leave or kill as many as possible that they need to put down is really starting to annoy Zeth as he snarls and shakes one of the base line humans in the resistance as they glare and wriggle, ineffectively in his claws.

"To the interrogators with you, pathetic mortal," He hisses as he tosses them into a cell, lightly enough not to kill them, but most definitely enough to wound them when they land. The satisfying crunch of their bones and the stifled whimpers is music to his ears as cackles and taunts the human before heading off as he notices the interrogators approaching.

His job had been to capture and soften up some of the resistance members before the main interrogators came, and he was happy to do his job. Chasing down mortals who still fought them and tossing them to his older brothers to torment and use as they please. The explosion catches him off guard as he's sent flying through the air and swears viciously. Waking up in a strange forest he doesn't recognize has him frowning as he looks around his hands clenching and unclenching as he slowly stands up and looks around, he lashes his tail around in frustration, using his 'swim through the air' technique to not be on the ground any more.

He's glad that he's not injured enough that using this ability is difficult or inaccessible due to lack of energy. He continues to 'swim' through the air as he tries to find a source of water, or an ocean, grumbling about the grox-shit he has to deal with. It takes several hours of 'swimming' in the air before he finds a source of water- and it's fresh, that is large enough for him to flop in. It's a lake, and fresh water, but as he sighs in relief at the feeling of the water against his scales, it still feels nice to be in the water.

They were blessed with the ability to withstand the dark of space and shoal together in the Warp, but he's still injured and the fresh water will help him in recover, not as much as being in salt water, but it will do in a pinch. He heaves out another sigh, watching as the bubbles go to the surface and decides to take a nap. Once he's better recovered he'll try to see if he can vox someone to help him, and what the cost of said help could be. He'd been 'swimming' for hours, and while he'd tasted pollutants in the air and water of this planet, it's not nearly so wretched as some of the planets he has been to.

Also, while he seen in the distant, primitive looking technology, he's yet to see any people, either base line humans or Xenos. He stretches as he yawns, the nap he'd taken had last a while as he notices that the sun's position in the sky has changed, he also notice something else. A primitive boat is now near the edge of the water. Curious he heads over towards it, head tilting a little in curiosity and sees some base line humans puttering about the edge of the water and near the boat that they’d set at the edge.

The language that they speak isn't one that he recognizes. Which has him tilting his head from side to side as he tries to pick up what they are saying. From the looks of the base line humans, they look like a family unit. A couple of children, a couple of striplings, a couple of adults, and a couple of elders. Wearing bright colored clothing, the youngsters wearing some bright puffing looking vests as they clamber into the boat and start to head deeper into the water. He swims down lower as he watches them putter about on the surface of the lake above him.

One of the youngsters in the vests jumps into the water and pops up, the vest seemingly helping them float as they giggle and squeal in that language, he can't recognize seemingly egging the other youngster in the vest to come into the water. His hands twitch and his claws extend and release as he thinks about what he could do, what he might do, but these humans don't even know he's here. Besides, he's not in the mood to go after civilian base lines. For now, at least. So, he stays at the bottom of the lake, watching them splash about.

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Maybe Someday

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Author's note: Zaarius in Mermay, since I forgot to write about him during may. Oops.

Summary: Zaarius muses on things. Ancient Terra is *interesting*

Warnings: None, unless I need to add anything let me know.

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'Such inelegant structures,' Zaarius muses to himself as he swims through the air in the relatively low-tech world that he doesn't remember swimming through the Void Sea to get to.

Then again, as a Chaos Marine, the Chaos Deity that he follows can be mercurial and capricious at times. However, he usually isn't sent to a planet on his lonesome, usually. He has been listening to the local base line humans talk, its not in a language that he recognizes. One of the base line humans in particular has caught his eyes. Their aesthetics are pleasing for being a base line human.

The human seems to have noticed that something is following them, but not who or what, from the way the keep looking around with an increasingly nervous dispostion. He can't stop himself from chortling at the way they are reacting. It's very cute, even if their stronger reactions are starting to tug on hearts strings that he long thought had been cut, burnt and destroyed in his long years of unceasing, unending tormented blissful agony that is being a Chaos Marine of Slaneesh.

"Hello," He coos out at the human in Gothic.

The whirl around looking side to side, and then up at him with large eyes. The noises that they made in their surprise had been utterly charming and had him lazily 'swim' closer to them through the air. His tail almost curling around them as he tilts his helmeted head from side to side. Now that he has a closer look at this human. Mine goes something deep and primmal within him, which he acknowledges with a subtle flick of one of his clawed fingers.

The human starts talking to him in one of the languages that's spoken on this planet that he can't understand, but by their tone and body language, they seem terribly curious about him. He hums in acknwoldgement of their words, even if he doesn't know what they are saying as they continue to move, he follows after them. Their voice is quite lovely to hear, and soothes something within his ragged, damned soul that he finds quite pleasing.

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So, you were terribly surprised when one of the Mer-Astartes approached you, he's a Large fellow, and from his patterns and markings you think he's a- an Emperor's Child. Whatever that means. What Emperor? None of the Mer-Astartes would tell the humans, or if they had, the humans won't, don't, or can't share it for whatever reasons they have.

Who had thought that someone had been following you, watching you. So, while you are… kind of intimidated by the Mer-Astartes, you are glad that he's here. Hopefully he will scare off who ever it was that had been following you with an intense feeling that had the hair at the back of your neck stand and had felt a lazer intense focus that felt like needles stabbing down your spine.

You had been half convinced that you were going crazy, or at least being a little paranoid. But the feeling of eyes and being watched had abated since your purple-ish companion had joined you. From the way he spoke and reacted (and from what you know about Mer-Astartes) from videos and other possibly reputable stories he might not know the langauge that you speak. Which, you have heard that some Mer-Astartes can speak English, Spanish, or whatever the prevailing language is of the region that they are near.

At least the more friendly ones do, or the more Mercenary ones. You had heard about an ugly incident with a pleasure cruise capturing mer-Astartes which had you shudder in horror. You were part of the support for that mission, you help handle the administrative details, keeping things run smoothly and handle phone calls. Make sure that the right information goes to the right people.

Mer-Astartes justice could be quite brutal. You try to talk to the purple Mer-Astartes to ask him if he needs or wants anything and all you get back his him occasionally cooing and trilling at you in whatever the language it is that the Purple Mer-Astartes speak.

One of the things that humans have figured out over time is that the different mer-astartes could have multiple languages, much to the dismay of some. You weren't entirely surprised, there were… how many languages spoken and dead littered through out history and time?

Even if they are aliens or something them having more than one language seems like it was more likely to occur than not. Just as different peoples across Earth had different languages and cultures, it wouldn't surprise you any if that is the same for Mer-Astartes. Now where they are from is a hotly debated subject that has no definitive answers.

You have sent a message off to one of your bosses and a couple of your co-workers about the Mer-Astartes that's been 'swimming' through the air, following after you like a lost puppy for- hours now to see if they can help find someone who can translate what he's saying to a language that you, or those on one of The Teams can understand.

He floats closer, seeing that you are tapping away at your cellphone, you are glad to have splurged on the security screen. He likely can't read what you are typing out, but who knows what sort of vision he has.

One of the Mer-Astartes Negotiation teams does come over, well at least one of them, who has a mer-astartes they are friendly with on the phone with them to try and talk to your new purple friend. Who trills at the other human tilting his head as he's offered the cellphone.

He looks at you, the device and your co-worker for a few moments before very gently grabbing the device and trilling into it. The mer-astartes on the other end starts speaking. You notice the way his body language changes as he hears what the other mer-astartes is saying. The way his tail lashes out in quick, sharp movements that has you slowly inching away from him. His movements slow and still, which could either be a good thing, or a bad thing, depending on what he did next.

The purple mer- astartes proffers the phone back to your co-worker after trilling in it some more. Your co-worker listens to what the friendly mer-astartes is saying and you get sent a text message which reads thus:

[The purple Mer is named Zaarius and he claims he's 'bonded' to you.]

[I've just met him!] you send back in protest and surprise.

[He would like your name.] Is the response that you get, as well as a shrug. [Make sure to get your diving licensure, also learning more Negotiation skills is going to be in your future. Congratulations on getting a mer-astartes, you are going to be getting a pay bump, new job title, responsibilities and training.]

[Yay. Lucky me.] You text back glumly.

Humans who are Bonded to mer-astartes tend to be safer than those who are not bonded to mer-astartes. You turn to look at the trilling Zaarius and give him a small smile, "My name is ---."