#chaos marine

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Break All

Author's notes: Hura in Husbandry AU. Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric.

Past =-= Next

Warnings: Let me know if I need to add anything.

Summary: Hura gets called in to take young Cedric with him to the Chaos base where the twitchy Imhoden is to do his intake exam. He notices that Cedric seems... Upset and Zariel's being... suspicious.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

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Hura had spoken with Zariel over vox, about transferring young Cedric to the Chaos base for a few days so that he’d be able to help with the twitchy and flighty new arrival of the Loyalist Thousand Sons Imhoden. 

He arrived at the base, with the pass in hand, and patiently waited to be processed, amused with the way that the Loyalists were watching and not-watching him. Even with the almost-treaty between the larger Chaos War-bands and the Loyalists, things were understandably tense with the way things are between the Corpse Worshippers and the Followers of Chaos. 

He steps up to the Space Marine in charge of intake and greeting visitors, an Ultramarine who was trying valiantly to not go for his Bolter as he handed over his credentials and stated his reason for being at the base. 

Zariel shows up with young Cedric at his elbow, Hura watches the pair as they head over to them. Something seems to be bothering young Cedric, from the way his eyes are dancing from person to person, and from exit to exit. 

There seems to be something… tense and almost protective in Zariel’s stance. He’s heard from others that a feral war band of Loyalist Black Templars is in the area. Hura also knows that they have likely stopped at this base, since it’s partly run by Imperial Fists, and Black Templars are a successor chapter to resupply, among other things.

“Hello Apothecary Cedric,” Hura croons out to the younger Apothecary, he watches the way Cedric almost flinches at him and hides a frown at that.

He turns to give Zariel A Look, and kindly warbles out to the youngest of the trio of Apothecary Marines saying, “I need to speak with Zariel for a moment, Cedric, can you handle my outtake with the Ultramarine at the welcome desk, they seem to be a frightfully jumpy sort. Perhaps your face will ease their anxieties, young one.”

“Yes, sir,” Cedric says, not looking him in the eyes, as he nods and heads over to the welcome desk to start Hura’s and his check out process with the person manning the desk.

“Zariel,” Hura croons to the ‘Ultramarine’, carefully grabbing one of the tricky Apothecary’s arms firmly as he picks up and easily carries the smaller Space Marine to a more private location, a supply closet that doesn’t have a camera inside of it. “What is going on, he looks like someone’s about to beat him to death.”

“Funny you should say that,” Zariel chirps at him, “I am not at liberty to discuss that, as it was something Cedric told me in confidence.”

Hura continues to loom over the smaller Apothercary, his grip on the other’s arm tightening. Displeased with the lack of information, “However,” Zariel continues to say, “things are fine at this Base, and we just need to ensure that Cedric stays with you at the Chaos base for a few days, then he can return with that Jumpy Loyalist Thousand Sons.”

“So what’s wrong with the Black Templar War Band that’s arrived in the city that has Cedric so scared?” Hura asks, his mind connecting dots.

“Now why do you think he’s upset about some of his older brothers being in residence nearby?” Zariel says, still trying to escape the grasp of the Chaos Apothecary.

“Alpharius don’t take me for a fool,” Hura hisses at the other, who’s features and colors don’t shift from Ultramarine colors. 

“Now that’s an Ugly thing to say to someone!” Zariel gasps wounded at the other’s accusation.

“I know that Zariel the Ultramarine died in battle in M40,” Hura says, “I killed him personally.”

“Well,” Alpharius says, shifting to Alpha Legion colors, “Fuck. How did you know it was Not-Zariel and instead him coming to Ancient Terra, people who died, or almost died have shown up from any-when and any-where.”

“I had infected him with one of Grandfather’s Gifts,” Hura says, voice now back to its more soporific honey-poisoned tones, “Even if he’d arrived on Ancient Terra, he’d slowly be transforming into a Plague Marine. You show no symptoms of such. Not just that, but into one of my Thralls.”

“Oh. Throne Curse me.” Alpharius groans and slumps a little, “And you haven’t called me out on it before… because?”

“It’s good to have secrets,” Hura says, “It’s good to know of cards that you can use to move others as you wish.”

“That is positively Alpha Legion of you,” Alpharius says, knowing that just might piss him off more.

“The Alpha legion isn’t the only one with secret keepers and those who know how to be Rule Makers, instead of pawns or players in the game,” Hura replies, “it’s just usually harder since we don’t get such training as you, or the resources.”

“... Fair enough,” Alpharius says with a sigh. “I meant what I said, if Cedric tells you about why he needs to leave the base for a while, it’s up to him.”

“So it’s bad,” Hura says, “To push a Son of Dorn, especially a Black Templar into a strategic retreat is.”

Almost completely unheard of, which tells him just how bad this potential feral war band of Black Templars might be. Granted, Cedric is an unusually gentle and kind one for his Type of Son of Dorn. More in line with a Crimson Fist. Or a young Word Bearer. Hm.

“I shall go and protect young Cedric,” Hura says, “We will discuss this further at a later time, once this small emergency has passed.”

“... I await with bated breath,” The Hydra snarks at him, before recoiling in a gratifying way when Hura turns to glare at him briefly for being a little shit who had to get the last word in.

Hura heads out of the supply closet and over to where Cedric is trying not to wring his hands anxiously, his ears are bright red. Poor young Scout, “Thank you for your patience, young Cedric, come- I need your help with a Jumpy Loyalist Thousand Sons who arrived on Terra recently. He refuses to be looked over by any of the Apothecaries that are on Base, due to their Chaos nature. Perhaps he needs a Loyalist to help him calm down?”

“Yes sir,” Cedric says obediently following him two steps back and to the left.

[mypanicatsix]

Reposting this because I wanted to share the love for space marine 2

[heuldoch7b]

I’ve never done an art request before so I don’t quite understand the formalities of it but I’d absolutely love to see your rendition of an OC of mine

hell yeaaaaa :) super sick design

[scifi-fantasy-horror]

Chaos Terminator by  Ferrum Ferrum

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[belthegore]

feeling regular

[valhallasoutlaw]

*unholy Noise Marine screeching* Tertius would be having the time of his life as a noise marine and I wanted to draw the power armor crop top

[gaozme]

Bay Area Open 2023

Group Commission work.

one of the challenging work i did, in middle of the progress i lost my iPad Pro that I worked on, was moved working on the PC, the progress was slow then unfortunate event stuck Corrupting the PDF file of this illustration including the other works, in the end i was able to salvage it and finished it, I learn so much from this work, and I'll always thanks my client for their understanding and patience with me.

Open for commission! you can contact me thru Discord GAOZ or Email me Via: megumiasgao@gmail.com

[paniwarhamauser]

Those two should meet, fight and then kiss 😏

[adeptusmechanichaos]

Fairly old pencil sketch of a Thousand Son and his little heretek buddy

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Medicine

Prologue =-= Previous =-= Next

Author's note: Hura in Husbandry.

Warnings: descriptions of illness, let me know if I need to add more.

Summary: Hura takes care of his Bonded when they get sick.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

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Hura has been tending to his beloved, darling Bonded human, who's got a wicked cough that has their lungs wheezing and having a crackling, popping noise that herald's illness and discomfort in base line humans. He tends to his beloved, monitoring them and how they progress. Lovingly tending to them and getting them whatever it is they need or want.

He'd insisted that they take time off work- and had encouraged their Supervisor into being more understanding. He soothed his darling human, letting them know that once they recover from this minor Blessing from Grandfather, that they will be able to go back to work if that is what they want to do.

He and his war band can help pull strings to ensure that the roof his human so proudly and carefully works to have is maintained and all that base line nonsense of "paying rent" and "making sure the utilities are paid for" and other such mortal concerns are taken care of. He's humming to himself as he continues to make them lunch, a hearty stew with a mild flavor so as to not upset their delicate stomach.

He tilts his helmet to the side as he hears his human's coughing get worse again and the sudden thundering of feet as they run to the bathroom and he hears the noises they make in it. Oh dear- he'll need to ensure that they get more fluids, as this sickness is not doing them any favors with keeping any kind of food or fluids down.

He's been very careful to make sure that they are taking the medicines that they are supposed to at regular intervals, even if they sometimes fuss at him for the unfortunate flavor of the medicines. It only takes him tilting his head just so and letting out a sad, warbling croon to have his human wilt and take the medicine.

The faces that they make are terribly entertaining at times, and he rewards them with cuddles and purrs. He does do work for his war band, but since he's on light duty since he informed the Captain in charge that his Human was ill, mostly he was tending to them and their apartment to make sure it was tidy. While he didn't mind filth, and indeed, grandfather's blessings took better if it was messier, his human liked things nice and tidy and clean.

Which, he'd honor, even if he struggled sometimes with his Nurglite sensibilities. While in his dear human's home, he does his best to follow the rules that they have for him. The stew is finished and he sets it to cooling, ladeling a bowl full and carefully heading up the stairs to where his human is.

They'd finished using the bathroom and was flopped on their bed, red faced, stuffy nosed and with a bottle of water beside them and a pile a used tissues in a bag beside their bed. He peers down at the towel laying on the ground that would soak up … stuff that comes up when they couldn't get to the restroom in time. He'll take the towel to be cleaned and, lay down a fresh one.

He croons lovingly at his human, "Time to eat love."

They groan and huff and try to take the bowl, he holds it in such a way that can't quite grab it, they huff at him again, and allow him to feed them spoonfuls of the food. He purrs in response as he occasionally gives them nuzzles for being such a good human and allowing him to feed and care for them.

Once they finish the bowl of soup he heads back downstairs and continues to do the house chores that need to be done. A few hours later he checks in on his human, and his hearts beat quicker with fondness, and he chuckles and gently heads into the restroom. His human had decided to take a bath, likely to soak in it for the warmth.

They had fallen asleep in the water and was half curled in a position he knows will cause them pain if they stay in it too long. So with a gentle, loving croon he unstoppers the tube and wraps a nice, warm, fluffy towel around them.

They wake up briefly before falling back asleep. Poor thing, is so tired from the sickness they have as he gently scoops them up and head back to their sleeping area and makes sure to use a second towel to carefully dry their hair with gentle, squeezing strokes as they are gently tucked into bed.

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[pissed-whizard]

Here's the source if anyone wants to buy their own

[wh40kartwork]

Traitor Legions

by Mick19988

[illustratus]

Chaos. The Genesis — by Ivan Aivazovsky

[noxassula]

Don't worry he's just taking a nap 🦇