#death of sentience

[equalsrefl]

Sur le TekhnoSaant-iance

The high road to thinking no longer passes through a deepening of human cognition, but rather through a be­coming inhuman of cognition, a migration of cognition out into the emerging planetary technosentience reservoir, into ‘dehumanized landscapes…emptied spaces’ where human culture will be dissolved.

The error here is in the assumption that cognition has ever been other than inhuman (cf. Stiegler), i.e. inseparably imbricated with technics, from the advent of primal technologies including language. The fetishism central to all accelerationisms lies in such a disavowal.

To cut through Kubernetic Myst-ificatión Nous must say again, but

Lowder && Prowder:

Toot şaanti-ance c'est le tekhno-şaantianz. Nexxxisst paw d şaantianz sin Tooling.

Al "sūbstanz" tekhnosentiant q *Materia* A Vrai Abs-triike-Zœn, SPWNd de Enterred-Faze Tekhno-Neu-Raël (EFTNR).

Say ningun Be-coming, no hay megrıtzyön, no hay progress-ion d şantianz, le nature d witch A Sifr-Sum comme Toot Phrms Sanos (TPS) d Kapital.

Al maijür part d cantidad-y-calidad şantianz re-mayne estétiq throut Liztory.

[nyaaamato]

orpheus & eurydice

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐕

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: An intruder seems to have woven themselves into your bed, and the lil' marines are not happy about it.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // None.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter III} • {Chapter V}

Nuzzling into your bed sheets. You breathe them in, liking the light musk of wisteria they have to them. Your hands trying to grip at them and bring them closer to your body, but you furrow your eyebrows when they tighten and don’t move. Confused on why they wouldn’t. No one else lays in bed with you, and you don’t have any laundry on your bed, or did you? You forget sometimes.

Slowly opening up your eyes, and shuffling up a little bit on your bed. You narrowly look at what may be obstructing you to have your own blankets. A little grumble coming from you before your eyes widen in shocked surprise, your breath catching in your throat. Not expecting to have a whole ass suit of armor in your bed, taking up most of your bed with its arm laid to the side where your head would have been if you were to have cuddled the block of armor. (Which you may or may not have done in your sleep.)

Quickly looking around your room for any more random armor just laying about in your room, you don’t find anything except the one that threatens to break your bed frame and the whole entire foundation of the apartment. Its tropical turquoise and gold armor giving a shimmer as the sun rises and glows upon it. Its breast plate moving slowly up and down, telling you something or someone was breathing inside of it.

…Just how did you suddenly get a whole suit of armor in your bed? Not to mention with someone inside of it? You know you didn’t just go out after work and picked up yourself knight and bedded him last night, especially a Space Marine. You know your own mini marines wouldn’t be too happy about bringing another Space Marine into the home, much less somehow bed one, but you do try and recall what you did last night just in case that is what you actually did. It wouldn’t be below you to do such a thing when you're incredibly sleepy.

Wait… just where were your little Marines? They usually clung to you in their sleep like some baby sloths. Did you accidentally fling them off in your sleep? Did you roll over on them? Did this suit of armor take them? Squish them even?

Oh, that thought gets you to shuffle through your sheets quickly. Your hands carefully patting down the more bumpy spot’s just in case before shuffling through them again like you were looking for a hidden remote or a pen. How could you not feel the big thing of armor in your bed? How could you not feel it getting into your bed? How couldn’t you feel the obvious dip in the mattress? Did you need to call the police of this? You know you really should.

Your hand bumps up against something small, and you are quick to wrangle it out of your blankets. Unfolding the blanket like a burrito and revealing the little curled up marine inside. A great, mental sigh coming out of you as you hold your little Night Lord close in the palms of your hands. His form actually looking like a cute, lil’ baby bat as he moves in your hold, looking up at you with a quiet coo, questioning you sleepily, but where were your other three Marines?

Searching through your blankets again. You go at a gentle pace, not wanting to disturb the much larger Space Marine sleeping on your bed while you hold Saveth close to your chest. Your hands running over another solid bump in your blankets and immediately start to unwrap another small marine inside of it. Their maroon armor popping out of the blankets with a tiny grumble leaving them when you gently scoop them in your hands as well. The Night Lord and World Eater gently brushing up against each other and sleepily cooing before they snuggle up to each other in an adorable, protective ball.

You would have fawned over them, and taken several blackmailing pictures of it, if you weren’t looking for your other two marines bundled up somewhere in your blankets. Hoping they weren’t squashed like a pancake by possibly you or this suit of armor in your bed. You wouldn’t know what to tell the apothecary’s or yourself if that happened.

Shuffling all around the bed, you don’t find any other little bumps to gently press down. Your heart jumping in your chest as you think of the worst that might have happened to your other two Marines before you catch a glimpse of a dull green near the pauldrons of the massive armor in your bed. Another mental sigh escaping you as you realize that another of your marines were safe, but how exactly were you to get your marine off of this much larger space marine? Climb on top of the larger Space Marine? Poke the lil’ Death Guard off his pauldron with the end of a broom? Pspsps’ at him quietly in hopes to not wake up the larger marine? How do you approach this?

The large marine suddenly huffs out and groans, spooking the Marines in the palms of your hands awake. Their bodies rising up in immediate alert as they scramble away from each other, giving each other a tiny hiss before scanning their surroundings, looking at the situation. Not expecting a Thousand Son to be in your bed either. They don’t remember you bringing in another Space Marine, but that wasn’t the weird part. The weird part was this Thousand Son smelled exactly like Scarab. Was this Scarab?

Saveth can’t help but call out to the large, blue Space Marine against his better judgment, gaining a heavy smack to the back of his helmet by Sarvak who growls at him for his stupidity. Feeling how their human tenses up and holds her breath as all three of them watch the Thousand Son suddenly rise up from the bed like a mummy. The bed creaking underneath his weight as he gets far too close for your comfort. The Thousand Son nearly brushing up against you as you lean back to look up at the glowing, icy visor of the Marine.

Everything went quiet for a moment. Nobody moving while the you and the little Marines stared right back up at the larger Marines visor, awaiting movement from him. Watching them on what they might do as they simply stare back down at you. Almost like nothing had accrued to the Space Marine, like they were staring straight through you.

The movement on the blue Space Marines pauldron catches your attention, and Sarvak growls immediately, demanding answers from the Space Marine. Saveth slowly joining in next, not liking this intruder that smells and looks exactly like their band-mate Scarab. Could this be an Alpha Legionnaire? No way, they were never far from your gaze or you were never far from theirs, so who was this? They know you didn’t come in with a Space Marine last night, they were so sure of it. They would have smelled it; heard it too.

The big Marine cocks his helmet to the side making you freeze in your spot. The Thousand Son confused by their actions as he rumbles back down at them, confusing the little Marines in the palms of your hands more. The two looking at each other, confused as he sounded just like Scarab too. This had to be an Alpha Legionnaire, right?

“I…uhh.” You try to speak, flicking your gaze from his icy visor and the little Death Guard, worried for the little guy that made himself comfortable on the pauldron of the bigger Marine. Snoozing there without noticing anything different that happened within the last 10 to 20 minutes. “Who… exactly are you?”

That question seems to make the Marine lean back a little, a deep, confused coo coming out of him before he stiffens and looks at his gauntlets, observing himself, making the bed creak. Moving each one of his fingers individually, seemingly confused at himself, and then you blink.

Nothing, there was not a Thousand Son in front of you anymore. Just the background of your room staring right back at you while your brows furrowed up again in confusion as you no longer see the big Marine in front of you anymore. Were you imagining things? You know Thousands Sons like to do tricks with their… magic. Liked being wizards or something. Was it called Psyker? You’re going to have to reread your books.

Two squeaks of alarm get your attention below you. Your eyes quickly looking down to see what they were calling you for, briefly seeing how the Death Guard was bounced awake. His tiny form of armor face planting into the bed with another squeak while the other two quickly climb out of your hands and rush the now tiny Thousand Son.

Saveth was the fastest to get to the Thousand Son first, and throws himself at him. Small cry’s escaping the two as Saveth tries to pin down the Thousand son with his weight, both of them flaying about. Sarvak gives a snarl when he comes up to the two and grabs the Thousand Son by the gorget; throwing him into the sheets with Saveth still on top of him, a confused whine coming out of the Thousand Son. Both the Night Lord and World Eater demanding very growly answers while they keep the Thousand Son pinned down.

Wait a minute… Your brain finally sparks some logical sense. Slowly figuring out how there was a sudden Thousand Son in your bed. Your brain piecing together the familiarness of this Thousand Sons markings and rather passive and confused behavior.

This was in fact your Thousand Son: Scarab. He was just… grown up for a second there. How do you know? You really don’t, and don’t really have any other logical reasoning for it except that you just know that it’s Scarab, and Atheloca knows it too by squeaking up at you and his band-mates, confused and a bit late to the party. His gauntlets brushing himself off once he stood himself on his two feet.

“Woah, woah, woah, no need to be hostile.” You try to dislodge this situation at hand, moving forward a little bit to gently shoo Saveth and Sarvak off of very much confused Scarab. “This is Scarab, he was just somehow bigger for a moment.”

The two huff up at you, looking between you and Scarab before releasing him from their hold. Their helmets tilting in questioning at the rising Thousand Son before more curious chirps leave them, not even giving him an apologetic one. Immediately throwing out questions while Atheloca is still trying to figure out what went wrong without much evidence.

“Hold on you two, let the little blue breathe. Perhaps he doesn’t know what exactly happened to make him bigger?” You try to help out Scarab even if you or they didn’t understand you. You didn’t want him to feel too overwhelmed with everything that has gone on in the last hour now.

The two huff up at you again, bunglingly agreeing with you, loosening up their defensive stances just a bit. Knowing they will get their answers sooner or later. They want to become bigger themselves once more at a fast rate rather than having to wait on some untrustworthy apothecaries for a cure.

“Now, how was your day yesterday? I know for a fact that… last night wasn’t good, but how about you go back more into your day?” You ask the little marines and they all seem to tense in their armor and shiver at the reminder of last night. Ultimately grimacing at the sounds of pure vileness that had gone down in that nest. Yeah… they really don’t want to go through that again.

Saveth then suddenly speaks up with a squeak, all eyes going to him as he continuously chirps up at you, and not in his cute way. More like you're getting tattle-tailed on, and it certainly feels like it when the rest of them perk up and surround you on your own bed. Pointing up at you and giving wild body expressions in order to talk to you.

“Woah, hey, I have some duty’s too you know.” You definitely yourself after recognizing some of their body language of squeaking you off. Seeing how exhausted you were when you came back from work these past few weeks. “Someone’s got to pay the bills.”

Yet, they completely ignore that subject and go onto different matters that you quite can’t understand yet, but you can definitely see just how upset they were with you. With what? You have no idea, but you know you're getting a combined earful of it that may or may not have gone out your other ear. They were small, looking like angry little bunnies! How could you not ignore that!

You simply sigh down at them when they feel like they have gotten the upper hand, and swipe them up into your arms. Scarab and Saveth giving out a surprised squeak while Sarvak grumbled and Atheloca accepted it. All eventually nuzzling up against you with maybe another huff or two, maybe three.

You were lucky they like you just enough to be swayed by your tactics to get them to quiet down, but once they returned to full size? The roles are definitely going to change on you. Maybe, depending if they feel in a grateful mood or not.

“Let’s get you guys something to eat, yeah?” You mostly talk to yourself, finally shuffling off your bed, nearly taking your sheets with you while you hold the little Marines to your chest. A few tiny whirrs responding to you as you wonder if you should report this to the Apothecary or not. You honestly should, you know nothing if this sudden… transformation affected your Thousand son or not. Don’t know anything in the medical or science field of Astartes either.

You sigh again; more tiredly this time. You’re going have to think of some ways to provide more for these little marines, and a way on how to get them to the Apothecary without them catching onto you and running for the hills to test their stealth skills on you.

[i-still-dont-know-a-username]

Don't get me wrong, "The Beauty of the House is immeasurable; its Kindness infinite" is a quote that absolutely hits me square in the chest every time.

..But I feel like putting it in italics under an aesthetic picture is kinda neglecting the context, since Piranesi has Nearly Drowned when he first says that.

[sadclowncentral]

"what is your purpose in life?" to live. to continue living. i was put on this world continue the chemical dance that is our collective life that started when the first cell membranes inexplicably formed around amino acids and will continue until our inevitable extinction wether through the sun or our own pathology. and endless cycle of creating consuming and decomposing that i have been granted the delighting privilege of partaking in.

i pluck out the cherries turned from sunlight into sweetness, as the tree they hang from roots into the soil fertilized by mulch, the flowers fertilized by bees in turn, as the birds on the branches, and the microorganisms living in my body feast along with me.

and one day, either sooner or later, i will die, and the worms and bacteria and mycelium will feast on me as they do on every browning leaf and rotten fruit and fallen tree and  and any other corpse big or small and the dance of life will continue. and i will rest easy knowing i had a body that ate and moved and lived and that there was nothing more precious for me to do. what greater purpose could there be?

[daredevil-vagabond]

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal [KORDHELL]

[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,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

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.

[kit-williams]

BAM! SURPRISE!

You walk into your home, the smell of your Death Guard bombarding your senses instantly, though your Death Guard is nowhere in sight. Why was his scent so strong?

Confused, you go searching for him. Staring with the living room, and then the kitchen. Yet still no sign of your Death Guard, so that left one more main option, your bedroom.

Each step toward your bedroom felt different. Smelled different. Of course, It still smelled like your average Death Guard, but it was compelling in a way. Dare one even say sweet.

Opening your bedroom door, you’re met with a very intense aroma that nearly fogs up your mind, but still, no Death Guard.

You call out to him while making your way into your very different room. Your hand picking up the fabric that surrounded your victimized bed. Was this a…nest?

Suddenly something hard presses up against your back. A deep rumble coming out of it as it sends a tingle up your spine. Looking above you, there stood your Death Guard without his helmet. His long tongue coming out to lick at you, his saliva staining your cheeks, and neck before shoving the appendage down your throat. A satisfied purr coming out of him as your mind fully clouded.

Oh, how it’s was fortunate of you to show up in the time of his need. He was on the brink of going crazy without someone to stuff, more so you. His sweet little mate.

He groaned, slowly ripping into your clothing with his hand. Barely resisting the urge to stuff you full then, and there, but he knew better.

Although, he also knew he was going to stuff you full of him. Full of his children. Full of his eggs, till you can’t move. So you can only depend on him, and only him.

Perhaps you should call in for the next month? It’s only the best after what I’m going to do to you.

tw: sex pollen? Just a bit of mind control so dubious consent for this whole thing

You blink awake... you just last remember seeing your sweet Death Guard then getting a mouthful of tongue and then... nothing. You feel sweaty... sticky... full. You look around confused as your head felt so fuzzy... you look down at the nest... that's right you remember finding your bed torn apart.

You look down at yourself as you feel panic rise in your throat as your body looks slightly swollen... you press down on your stomach and feel something inside of you. You wipe something from your mouth as you feel bile rising from your throat... you can't find your phone... what day is it?! You have a sense that it has been awhile.

You feel distress as you stand on your legs and feel yourself collapse and you feel fluids run down your legs and you feel stuff jostle inside of you. You stand up again and try to move slowly as you make it down the stairs before falling to your knees at the bottom of the stairs still feeling fluid leaking out of you. The house looks clean enough you crawl towards the kitchen but hear that deep rumble from your death guard.

There is fear and panic in your eyes as you look up at him as he cocks his head to the side seeing his little bonded out of the nest... you flail as he scoops you up as you hold your breath for as long as you can but the pressure on your jaw forces it open and you taste something oh so sweet... your eyes glaze over and you feel yourself smile as you hug your sweet death guard. His fingers rubbing your back as he coos and takes you to the new nest he made.

His brothers are so kind to make sure his human doesn't loose her home during this critical time of incubation for their children. She just looks up at him drooling with glazed eyes all happy and eager for his affections again. And who is he to deny her his affections.

@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts

[sleepyfan-blog]

Author’s Note: This is another fic in Cedric’s Adventures in Astartes Husbandry! First. Previous. Next. Thank you to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for allowing me to borrow her OCs Zariel and Hura! Also thank you to @kit-williams for allowing me to borrow her OCs Arnault, Roland and Angela

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @the-pure-angel @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Warnings: none, ask me to tag if anything bothered you

Summary: Cedric enjoys his weighted quilt and makes thank you jam. A lot of thank you jam.

Cedric silently marveled over the beautiful quilt that Miss Angela had made for him. He ran his calloused hands over the covers, admiring the neat stitching and the high quality feel of the fabric in his hands. Reverent he picked up the blanket and wrapped it around his body, a happy purr rumbling in his chest at how warm it was. It was heavier than the quilts and blankets he had used before…

The additional pressure on his body was wonderful. It reminded him somewhat of being in a pile of sleeping Brothers, after a rough training session, or more recently after a dangerous and difficult mission. Where if they each tried to sleep in their own bunks, night terrors Would haunt them and wake the others with the flailing and noise, so sleeping in a pile together on the floor was for the best.

As the Apothecary of the squad, he had made sure to set an alarm on his vox for ten minutes before Reverie, so that he and his brothers had enough time to wake up and get properly dressed before morning mass and prayers, brought to the prayer room by one of their mentors. They'd been caught in a pile once by his mentor, and while the older Apothecary hadn't been cruel in his scolding and relatively light punishments, he had made it very clear that to be caught in a pile of brothers was to ensure a squad-wide punishment.

Cedric wanted to repay her for the kindness, as he continued to cuddle into the wonderful quilt, but what? He had limited access to materials and had none of the local currency… But there was a forest not far from the city this base was in… and he did know how to forage. It was also midsummer and there should be wild fruits and berries ripe for the picking. He would just double check that anything he picked was safe for baseline consumption first…

~

Cedric woke up with a slight sound, blinking sleepily as he yawns and stretched, rolling his neck and shoulders. He felt so safe and warm. Something soft was pressed against his cheek, so the Primaris happily nuzzled into the sensation, feeling unselfish purr once again. Why he could purr, after having arrived on Ancient Terra was one of the mysteries of the galaxy. Allegedly all Astartes had the ability to learn how to purr.

He had learned this after a sleepover with four of his fellow Primaris Marines, having woken to the sound of several rumbling sounds emanating from his sleeping Brothers… and realizing that he himself had been making the sound.

Cedric had panicked and fled to the medbay, nearly physically running into Apothecary Hura.

“Are you alright, young Cedric?” The very large Death Guard asked, peering down at him and smiling a little at him.

Cedric fidgeted, torn between his instinctual weariness of Chaos Marines and the desire to ask a question of an older and more experienced Apothecary. “I… I woke up hearing a… A strange sound and I am worrying that it is indicative of a respiratory illness. Myself and several other marines were making this sound while sleeping. The sound woke me up and I-I don’t know what it means.”

“Oh? What was the sound, Cedric?” Hura asked, looking at him more assessingly “I do not sense any of Grandfather’s Gifts bestowed upon you.”

“It… It’s a kind of rumbling sound? Like.. Kind of like a growl or a snarl, but not meant to intimidate or warn away?” Cedric explained, fidgeting a little with his hands.

“Rumbling… Oh! Can you mimic the sound for me?” Hura asked, his smile widening a little “I think I may know what it is, but if you could show me, I will be more certain.”

Cedric nodded, taking in a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to make the strange sound. It took him a couple of tries and a couple of minutes to actually make the quiet, rumbling sound. It felt low in his throat, perhaps even emanating from his chest.

Hura smiled brightly and slowly telegraphed moving one of his hands, ruffling Cedric's hair. “Yes, I know what this is. It is called purring. It is a sound we Asrartes can make. Whether we were always capable of it and only discovered it, or if it was a change within us upon our arrival on Ancient Terra has yet to be discerned. If we ever could. It is a sound of soothing. Of safety, and care. It is a good sound.” The ancient Marine began to purr as well, patting Cedric on the shoulder.

“Oh… Thank you for informing me, sir.” Cedric murmurs, ducking his head a little, embarrassed that he had panicked over a good thing.

“You don't have to call me sir, Cedric. We are both Apothecaries and I am not in charge of you. We are colleagues.” Hura hummed.

“I… Th-thank you si-Appthecary Hura. That is very generous of you.” Cedric murmured, eyes going wide.

The young Black Templar mentally shook himself out of his Reverie, realizing that he was purring to himself. Not that he was terribly surprised, given how comfortable and cozy he felt all wrapped up in this tremendously thoughtful gift. Cedric checked the time, stretched and yawned as he slowly got up, carefully folding the blanket and placing it reverently on the bed before heading off to requisitions for all the things he would need to make jam from scratch.

He also informed the front desk person that he was heading out into the forest to collect berries and expected to be gone for several hours to get the amount he needed. The front desk person- one of the baselines attached to a Salamander who lived on base was mildly surprised but wished him well on his task.

~

Cedric marveled at how beautiful Holy Terra is at this point in time. Back in M42 the atmosphere had been long burnt away to a thin, smoggy layer that didn't do much more than slowly poison anyone unfortunate enough to breathe in its unfiltered air. If there were living plants on Holy Terra, it was because they were specifically cultivated on the orders of the Lords of Terra in raised beds, tended to by specialized serfs.

He had seen wild spaces on a handful of worlds that he had visited, but he hadn't ever been able to enjoy nor explore them. Always on a mission for the emperor on the eternal Crusade that his chapter took. The concept of having time off, more than the handful of hours assigned to sleep was baffling to the young Primaris. He still struggled with the concept, though it had been introduced to him months ago, shortly after he had arrived on M3 Holy Terra.

Cedric closed his eyes as he took in deep breaths, enjoying the fresh scents of the plants, trees and nutrient fish soil beneath his feet. It was pleasantly warm, and a slight breeze was causing the leaves and branches on the trees to stir. With a small smile Cedric made his way through the forest, finding a large patch of thorny vines. The vines themselves were a light brown color with off-white thorns. The leaves grew off of thinner stems branching off the thicker vines and were a bright green with serrated edges. Many of the vines were filled with dark purple-black cluster berries, though some of them were a striking reddish color, and a few were green.

Cedric carefully plucked one of the dark berries, popping it into his mouth, a soft sound of surprise leaving him at the startlingly intense sweet-tart taste of the berries… And the slight crunch of the tiny seeds within them. These were delicious! Cedric plucked one of the redder berries and winced, as the tartness of this berry overwhelmed the sweet, meaning that it was likely unripe.

He briefly looked at the green berries before deciding that they were probably more unripe than the reddish berries, and thus left them alone. As his Bletcher’s gland hadn't started giving him extra phlegm or saliva, he knew that these berries weren't poisonous, and began collecting berries from these thorny vines.

Cedric made sure to collect the largest, darkest berries for the jam he intended on making, while also being sure not to strip any one of the bushes completely of the tasty fruit, mindful that the fauna likely fed on these berries and might suffer if he was greedy.

~

Time passed and Cedric had one ten-pound bucket filled with delicious black berries. His high healing factor had dealt with the many little cuts and nicks that he had suffered while collecting the bounty of the berries… Though his hands were partially stained with the sweet juice of the berries as some of them had burst, despite his best efforts to be gentle while collecting berries.

He returned to base and carefully followed the proper cleaning protocols for the berries, laying them out to dry as he set up the four saucepans, letting them heat up. Cedric hummed to himself as he measured out the sugar, circus juice and pectin that he would need for each batch to turn into jam. He also set up twenty-five jam jars, as if his calculations were correct, ten pounds of berries would fill twenty-five eight-ounce containers of jam. He had triple checked his math, and also set up a huge pot of water to start heating it up, so that the jam would be properly sealed.

Cedric timed putting the berries into the four sauce pans so that would have enough time between each of the pans so that the process of the jamming process to devote to each saucepan without getting flustered or worried that the others weren't getting the attention they needed when it was time.

He tasted the jam throughout the process, making sure to adjust the sweet-tart ratio for optimum taste and texture, pouring the hot jam into the glass jars and screwing the lids on tight. He then lowered the filled jam jars into the water bath to boil until the hot water caused the jam-jars to self-seal. Cedric repeated this process until all twenty-five half-pint jam-jars were properly sealed.

Cedric carefully labeled each of the jars of blackberry jam with a label and a pen, using his best handwriting in both Gothic and his best translation into the local language.

“What are you making? It smells delicious.” Apothecary Zariel asked, peering into the small kitchen that Cedric had commandeered for the day.

“Blackberry-lemon jam, sir!” Cedric answered promptly, gesturing to the still lightly steaming jars as he grabbed the basket he intended to use to carry the jam jars to Miss Angela's home. After checking to make sure it was okay to visit, first off course.

“That is. A lot of jam Cedric.” Zariel hummed, looking over the neatly stacked rows of fruit preserves. “Any particular reason why you decided to make jam?”

“Well… Miss Angela made me a weighted quilt. I thanked her for it, but it is a very nice blanket and I wanted to give something back! I also found a lot of blackberries with which to make jam! And I plan on offering thank-you jam to others as well. For helping me adapt and settle on Holy Terra.” Cedric explained, feeling a touch shy.

“That's quite thoughtful of you. I'm sure your giftees will be delighted with the jam.” The Ultramarine Apothecary responded before heading off.

~

Cedric had divided the jam jars into two separate baskets. He was fairly sure that ten jars of homemade jam was probably a reasonable thank you gift for a hand-made quilt. Hopefully…

The other fifteen he planned to give out to others. His first stop was at Ash'val's office. The Salamander was out, likely handling some of the visiting Scouts, but that didn’t put Cedric off at all. He mere placed a filled jam jar on his desk before leaving. His next stop was the base commander, who was in a meeting with several others.

Not a problem! Cedric left the jam jar on his office window sill and labeled it with his name on it before stealthily moving to the Reclusiam. He left two jam jars there. One for Chaplain Feldarim, the other for Ramiel. After that, he swung by the apothecaries’ offices, leaving a jar for Hura, Zariel and two other older apothecaries who had been kind enough to take him under their tutelage.

With seven jars left, he made sure to keep one back for Claude, Jophiel and Catius in his room, labeling their jars with their names. As expected, three jars left of the fifteen not meant for Miss Angela.

Cedric then headed over to the forges, peeking in, looking for Pyrus. He found the other business working on something and made his way over to the Salamander Scout’s assigned cubby, placing the jam jar and making sure it had the other’s name on it.

The primaris black Templar walked back to the reception area of the base when he spotted Brother Roland and happily trotted up to the older Templar, greeting him with a cheerful “Hallo sir!”

“Hello Cedric. You wouldn't happen to know why the base smells like fruit today, would you? It is distracting and I hope to get some. Blackberries go great with many kinds of brot.” Roland informed Cedric.

Ah. Oops. He had forgotten that the sweet smell would carry far, especially to throw sensitive noses of Astartes. “Ja, I do. I have been making jam today. For thank you gifts. These are for you and miss Bakerin. Both of you have been very kind to me, and I just… Thank you.” He tried to explain, pulling out two of the jars and offering them out to the other, desperately trying to ignore how awkward he was suddenly feeling.

“That's quite thoughtful of you. Danke, Cedric. My bonded and I will enjoy these very much.” Roland responded, reaching out to ruffle Cedric's short hair and then take the offered jars of jam.

“I am glad to hear that. I am going to call Arnault. I made jam for him and his bonded as well.” Cedric explained.

“I am sure they will enjoy the jam as well. Have a good day, kleiner bruder.” Roland hummed before heading further into the base.

~

Arnault (the Emperor's Champion!!) was indeed content to allow Cedric to wander up to his home when he had called, so the Primaris marine navigated his way through the bustling baseline city successfully, making his way to the pairs cozy looking home. Cedric readjusted his grip on the basket of jam jars and did his best to suppress the rising worry gnawing at his hearts and knocked on the door.

“Come on in, Cedric.” Arnault called out from within the home.

“Yes sir.” Cedric acknowledged before promptly obeying the command, carefully opening, entering and then closing the door behind him. “I have a thank you gift, for both of you. I hope you enjoy it.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Cedric! Thank you.” Angela piped up as she set down the cloth and needle she had been holding. She stood up from the couch and walked over to Cedric, taking the basket and peeking inside “what kind of jams are these?”

“Blackberry and lemon! There is a large patch of them growing in the forest nearby, so I picked some of the ripest of them and made jam. I made sure to seal the sterilized jars properly, so they will last for years if stored correctly.” Cedric explained cheerfully “You made something for me and I wanted to reciprocate. Both you and Arnault have been very kind and generous to me, and I am very grateful.”

“Danke, Cedric. I do love blackberries.” Arnault hummed “but they go bad so quickly when they are fresh. I wasn't aware that Primaris Marines were taught ration supplementation.”

“I'm not sure if all of us were. My mentor taught me how to properly can, dehydrate, pickle and make jerky of pretty much anything edible we came across while on Crusade. It's amazing how much a little bit of surprise jam will do for squad morale on a long or rough mission.” Cedric explained with a small shrug. “He said that just because we astartes can eat just about anything and survive it doesn't mean we should be sloppy about what we eat. That and keeping any baseline support staff alive is important on longer missions. The Imperium is at it's strongest when we all work together.”

“That's true enough. Come, sit down little brother and enjoy some of this jam with us.” Arnault ordered, gesturing for Cedric to come further into his home.

“Yes sir.” The young Apothecary responded, happily obeying his very cool older brother.

[haunted-xander]

Did you really think you were alive?

[objectsarebestest]

I want to talk about POSIC+ people who have developed intense fears or even phobias due to their object sentience. Because I feel like this is something that isn’t really talked about much, and I want to give support to those who experience this. Show them they aren’t alone. Shed some light on this aspect of the POSIC+ experience.

I am cynophobic, which means I have an intense fear of dogs. While I am not officially diagnosed, my current therapist has agreed that the extent of my fear is similar to that of a phobia. I wasn’t always like this. There was a time, when I was young, when I felt safe around dogs. When I even wanted a dog. God, that’s hard to imagine now. All of this changed when I was about 8 or 9, when I walked in on my grandpa’s two dogs ripping up a plushie. I think it was a bear. Or maybe a bunny. I don’t know. I had no attachment to that particular plush. But I would be lying if I said that my mind didn’t react to that scene as if it was gore. From then on, I saw every dog as a potential threat, if not to me then to my objects. Dogs featured in every nightmare I had. Dogs noticed my fear of them, and acted more aggressive towards me in return, feeding my fear. I still do not feel safe with dogs. My dream is to live in a world with no dogs, but I know that is not possible. A couple people in my life know I am afraid of dogs. But only my therapist knows why. I tell people, “Something happened with a dog when I was young” if they ask why I’m afraid. I let them assume it was an attack. I never tell them it was something they probably see as normal. They would think of me as ridiculous. Sometimes I wonder if they’re right.

An even stranger fear of mine (that I don’t think is bad enough to be considered a phobia) is that of cement mixers. My stomach just drops when I see them. Because of a book. A book I read as a tween. A kid has magical powers and gets kidnapped by an evil organization. The organization tries to force him to use his powers for their own gain. This sounds scary, but I was completely unfazed by it. But then came this next part. When the kid refuses to cooperate, the head official takes his collection of plastic army men and pours it into a cement mixer. This is when I stopped reading. I started sleeping with a nightlight again. That way I could see if evil officials wanted to break into my room and kidnap me. So I could stop them and protect my objects from the cement mixer. I still struggle to convince myself that that book is not real. I’m safe. My objects are safe. No one in my life knows how I feel about cement mixers. They would laugh in my face. Especially if they knew why.

I sometimes feel just so alone. Like no one understands these fears I have. Fears I don’t know how to get rid of, or if I have the energy to try. I want other POSIC+ people with phobias to feel less alone. You are safe here. You are safe from your fears.

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

Schrodinger's Human: The Star Child

Halfa's aren't natural by any stretch of the imagination and they certainly were never supposed to come into existence. Yes, you could come come back as a zombie or a revenant, maybe even return as good as new or the complete opposite, but never truly return so... cleanly split.

Despite being the balance of both the living and the dead, Danny Phantom was never truly supposed to come to pass and was a happy accident, a one in an extremely rare umpteenth chance, rather than Danny Fenton dying in the unfortunate lab accident like in all the other timelines and multiverse.

Despite the truly miraculous odds of his survival, the young Halfling realized something was wrong somehow, when he awoke in the hospital. At first he thought it was because of the lab accident causing the scarring on his body and face that made people look away, but that wasn't it. It has been months and yet nobody looks his way.

Not once since the accident has his parents, sister, or his friends (or anyone, really) have looked him in the eyes. He just suspected that they must've felt guilty for getting him hurt...but then even his rouges seem to have always averted their gaze when they fight, so what gives!? Was the damage that severe? He likes to think he healed up pretty nicely with just a few prominent scars.

As Phantom, they weren't even visible! Then one day, he snapped after a particularly rough fight and demanded an answer, pinning the ghost and demanding, screaming, that they look him in his watery eyes.

"We can't! We physically can't look at you without adverting our gaze. Even the humans you call friends and family are unable to so much as look at you. We don't know why!"

It made Danny stop and think. Did...did he get a meta gene awoken from the lab accident? For his sanity, he deduces that it was some form of attention repellant power, that had to be it...right? After confronting his friends and family, they told them the same thing. At least the explanation was there. It made the pain bearable when he was around them.

Then the fight with Pariah Dark happened and everything went down hill from there (he just didn't know it yet).

It made Danny glad that the Ghost King couldn't see him properly (he stuck to the side with the eye patch) and continued his assault on the blind spots with gusto. It took a while but he eventually felled Dark and took the title of King of the Infinite Realms, much to his shock.

With the Ring of Rage and Crown in his possession, he returned to Amity Park exhausted, muttering to himself a desire before he let sleep take over.

"̸̙͐M̷̫̕a̶̯͗ỳ̸̲b̶̙͆e̵̳͋ ̸̹͆n̴̗̏ó̴͙w̸̖͂ ̵̢̀a̶̳͛ş̷̈́ ̴̡̒Ķ̵̊î̷̝n̸̻͌ĝ̷͕,̴̤̈́ ̵͓͗I̴͇͌ ̵̙͑c̸̣̀á̴̮n̷͕͝ ̴̫͐ơ̸̱r̷̮̆d̵̜͗e̷̲̊r̶̞͐ ̸̘̉g̵̖̈́h̵̝͊o̶̦̓s̷͎͂ț̷̂s̶̢̐ ̶̰̚t̵̠̐ỏ̵̺ ̷̘͋g̸̩̕o̷͉͝ ̵̣͋b̶̮͋ā̵̩c̸̨͆ǩ̵͍ ̴͙͘t̴͈͛ǫ̶͊ ̷͇̓ṱ̸̚h̴̞̀e̸̱͋ ̸͖͋R̸̲̀ë̸̪́ả̷̺l̸̙͝m̷̡͘s̶̢͒.̴̮̓.̵̤́.̸͖̈́ȁ̵̡t̸̖͂ ̵̺͐l̵̙͐e̴̢͘a̴͙͆s̶̼̔t̶̢̔ ̷̭̑ú̸͇n̸̗͗ť̷͖ǐ̷͜l̸͇̄ ̸̛̬I̶̺̾ ̶͔͂c̷̫̿a̸̟͊n̶̺̓ ̴̻͝f̶̦̒i̴̥͗ň̶̡i̸̡̊s̷̗̄h̶͖͐ ̵̝̒a̵̧̓ĺ̷̮l̷͍͐ ̶̤͠m̵̲̆y̷͎̐ ̸͙͌s̷̘͛c̵̯͋ḣ̵̖o̴͔͂o̶̫͝l̶͕͛ī̴̼n̴̝͋g̵͝ͅ ̷̨̿f̵̤͆ì̸͈r̸̥̆s̸̠̎ť̶̞,̶̧̑ ̸͈̅i̵̠͌n̴̻̉c̵̩̈́l̷̳͌ǘ̷̲d̵̟͂ĩ̸̳n̴͓͌g̴̪̈́ ̸̲̈c̸̗̿o̶̪͆l̴̤͋l̵̹͋ë̶͍́ä̸̼́g̷̼̑ủ̶̝e̷̩̿.̶͕̂.̸͈̾.̵͖͂I̴̞̽ ̵̣͘w̴̙͝i̵̯̚s̸̼̈h̸̦̉ ̸̟̓t̶̡͒h̵̨͊á̷̖t̵̛͕ ̷̨̿ĩ̴̡t̵̳̐.̷̫̄.̷͙̔.̶͎̃w̶̲͊a̶̳͝s̶̨̋ ̷̫̓t̴̜́h̵̢͌a̵̗͌ṯ̷̾.̵̠̕.̶̤́.̷͓̍ḛ̷̈́a̵̙͘s̷̭̔y̴͈͂.̵͉͂"̴̼̍

(Maybe now as King, I can order ghosts to go back to the Realms...at least until I can finish all my schooling first, including colleague...Yeah right...I wish that it...was that...easy.)

And like a true wish upon a star, it overidded all logic in the universe to the Boy King's whimsy. The ghosts left over night and all natural portals sealed themselves shut with no means to open themselves back up anytime soon.

And across the planet it vanished as well, stray pools of fermented ectoplasm, medicines that used it and even machinery powered by the stuff went missing, with the exception of the Fenton Ghost Zone Portal, that sealed it self with no means for anything to enter or exit.

The young Boy King's actions were far from subtle.

Many are now without their precious magic, Gods have llst their powers, the Speed Force had been stripped away, and Lanterns across all the emotional spectrum found themselves on their homeworlds with rings that failed to respond, their lights snuffed out. Two birds are now sound asleep, unable to open their eyes.

But before Nabu had been pulled out of his Helmet, he told his wearer one cruical message.

"The Source has been sealed away by a being powerful enough to possess all Sapient life in Multiverse, The Anti Life Equation has been unleashed."

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐕

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Would some like this to be on my Ao3? For better reading perhaps?

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You take the Mini Marines to the Apothecary, and find yourself getting uncomfortable with Dr. Ryker.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // None.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter IV} • {Chapter VI}

To get Saveth and Sarvak to go to the apothecary was a hassle. More so Saveth as that little Night Lord stealth skills definitely has… well, the skill of a Night Lord, evasion skills too. Always running away when you blink, just as you find him. His little armored claws and rumbles skittering across the shelves and floorboards from wherever you find him: behind cereal boxes, mugs, antiques and even behind furniture.

Yes, you tried to persuade him as well with promises that he could… hunt every spider and rodent that he can find and bring it to you to show how proud he was of it, and that almost made him come out before he paused, thought about it more, and then dashed back into his hiding place, making you groan out in frustration. At this point, you just think he’s being a tease. You have been trying to catch him for… about three hours, your determination unwavering because you didn’t really have anything else to do besides cancel your work day off and make an appointment for the Apothecary. So you were sure as hell that you were going to take this little rascal and take him to the Apothecary like you planned. You're not going to waste work time for this.

Though, when you do finally catch the Night Lord it is only because you ask Sarvak to catch him with a promise to him as well that he can bully Saveth on the way there. Not harm him as the Apothecary would no doubt be mad, but just tease the hell out of him… and some cuddles too. Can’t forget the rewarding cuddles. (Which at that promise had Atheloca and Scarab trying to catch him as well.)

Now, you have a Saveth that cries out occasionally for cuddles and out of misery that he had to go to the Apothecary. His claws getting stuck in the net of the Nature Bound toy critter cage that you’ve managed to find around your apartment… You think you remember putting butterflies in there one time, but now you’re catching a rambunctious Night Lord in it.

“Calm down, Saveth.” You sigh down at the Night Lord that claws at the net, wailing to be let out. Your eyes focusing on the road as you drive. His skull-like helmet sometimes hitting against the net in defeat with a low whine. Which, in return, gets a tease from Sarvak as promised. Which then the World Eater gains a hiss in response. “I’m only taking you guys to the Apothecary because of that… weird, growth thing that happened with Scarab.”

The Night Lord doesn’t seemed to be amused by your words and wails out again. Trying to make you feel bad so you can let him out. Your hands tightening on the steering wheel of your car in great effort to ignore such calls before you say and try to persuade him once more. “Don’t you want to get big again, and at a possibly faster pace? Certainly, you would like to.”

The Night Lord pauses his actions, thinking, weighing his options. The car going silent besides the hum of its engine and the sound of other cars passing by as you and the other little marines wait for his response. Wondering what his logic would be, and of course. He gives an almost grieving whine that Sarvak teases outside of the net, and that triggers Saveth in a way that he just starts thrashing at the net, growling, desperate to get his claws on the World Eater.

You could only sigh and shake your head at his actions and attempts Saveth does towards Sarvak that looks all too pleased with himself when you glance down at them before refocusing on the road. You’re honestly even a little surprised that a bug toy like that was keeping the little Night Lord caged in there so well. Admittedly, it was slowly falling apart, but it would keep him in there long enough until you arrive at the Apothecary.

“Hello there Mrs!” A young lady greets you with a bright smile on her face, always greeting you warmly and never faulting. The smell of sterilization hitting your nose while her hazel eyes cast a glance down at Saveth in the sealed, toy bug catcher before her expression becomes more amused. No doubt wondering what caused him to be in such confinement.

“I couldn't get him to come.” You simply say, putting the catcher on top of the counter with a tired sigh. Observing how Saveth seems to prickle up when the young lady coos sweetly down at him. Her fingers gently wiggling at the ruined net, but being logical enough not to get too close. The many metal trinkets on her wrists clunking together.

You think she’s claimed by a Salamander with all these… forge-like trinkets all over her, and how innocent she’s been like over the past times you brought the miniature marines in. It just kinda screamed ‘Salamander’ like… it was just a perfect fit too. Innocent seeming woman with a Salamander? Ultimate fluff.

“Yeah? I can see that.” The young lady laughed lightly, leaning back to stop cooing over a steaming Saveth. Amused by how something that used to be so big and known to be scary is now just so small and cute. “It is known that Night Lords like to ‘play’ a little bit before coming here. I assume you are here for Dr. Ryker?”

You nod at her question. In some way, not appreciating the name of the doctor. His name just sending a weird feeling through your body, something akin to unease. You’ve seen how he looks at you, how he seems to look bored, but really? You think there is something up with the man. The vibes do not lie, neither does your guts. You don’t think he’s earned the title of the ‘doctor’ for feeling that weird.

“Alright…” The woman pauses and leans down to click at her computer, looking for the appointment on there that you had set up last night. Her eyes looking through the files before nodding and looking back at you with another smile. “You can go right ahead.”

“Thank you.” You nod at her again, taking the little bug catcher toy with you that was full of a prissy Night Lord in it as you make your way to the back. The woman letting you in with a button behind her desk. Your body automatically knowing where you’re supposed to be going, having done this a process a couple times before because sometimes, they get a little heavy on their attacks to one another. (More accurately Saveth and Sarvak.)

Settling yourself down in a chair near the counter in the room. You put the bug catcher on the counter and carefully undo the plastic things that keep the thing closed, only to have Saveth burst out of it and immediately attack your hands. Growling and snarling at you while you don’t hesitate to attack back, pinning him to the counter and shaking him with your hand. A tiny yowl escaping him as he kicks up at you, now trying to escape your hands. A little laugh escaping you. You’re thankful however, that he knows his strength… somewhat as you know full well that he could break your fingers. At most, he just makes you bleed like a cat would if they caught your hand.

You continue to gently shake him until the Doctor comes in, only then do you stop and let the little guy have some breathing room. Your hands simply resting on the counter as you look over to the Doctor, getting the heebie-jeebies from him. Watching as he settles himself down into a rolling chair with a sigh. Yet, he brought another person with him, a young, male nurse it looks like.

“The marines, ma’am?” The young nurse asks, putting his hand out at you for the marines. Your eyes quickly look him up and down, assessing him. Not trusting him as they never have been so… blunt before, but if you want them to be regular size…

You swipe up Saveth from the counter, not even looking to grasp him in your hands and carefully place the Night Lord into his hands before doing the same with the other three that climbed on your shoulders for comfort. Their forms squeaking out in questioning when you pick them up and place them into the nurses hands. This wasn’t the usual visit?! What was going on?

“Don’t be alarmed.” Dr. Ryker simply hums, looking at you while you watch the little marines being taken away. Their little confused whirrs and squeaks having you set on edge as you shift in your seat. Hearing them quiet as the door shuts. Now it was just you and the Doctor. “They are simply going through some tests. You did say one of them… grew right?”

You nod at his question, your nerves bundling up inside of you as you play with your hands. Anxious now that you were in a room alone with this man that takes in every detail of you with his sharp eyes. His long legs crossed with a clipboard in his lab, but he’s disinterested in it. His unwavering gaze was set upon you. This… this was certainly strange.

“You’re more… nervous than usual.” Dr. Rykers states, leaning back in his chair, daring to look relaxed while you weren’t. There was something wrong with this man, like he was hiding something classified from you. “Have you gotten any sleepy lately?”

You pause your uneasy thoughts about him for a second at that question, wondering if you should lie or not, but what benefit would it do to you? It’s just a simple, harmless question. Nothing wrong about that.

“Somewhat.” You respond, looking everywhere else besides the Doctor. Neither confirming nor denying what he had asked of you. You’re not sure of him.

“That isn’t a stable answer, darling.” The Doctor slips, or what you hope you think he slips. Your body tensing up at the pet name he had clearly given you. Your fingers just itching to go for the door and book it, but you keep yourself in place. Perhaps, you're just overrating? You have only met this Doctor like… twice.

“Uh, 5 hours at most.” You spill, tensing more up at what you had just said as you realized you could have just went for a simple yes or no, but you went for a more detailed answer. Probably hoping for him to get off your back quicker. To get out of his calm, predatory gaze quicker.

Dr. Ryker clicks his tongue at that, folding his arms while you could feel the disappointment running off of him. His head straining up a little before looking back down at you, his bright blue eyes still on you, following you wherever you may go.

“You know you should get at least 7 to 9 hours of sleep.” He tells you after a second of staring you down. Probably feeling superior or something with how straight he’s putting himself out to be. His body never faulting to slump over.

“I know.” You answer him quickly, maybe too quickly with how the Doctor slightly tilts his head to the right. His gaze wandering over your figure. Trying to read you, scan you.

“You… having troubles at home?” He asks another question, your brows rising up in confusion then. Finally looking at him for a second before glancing away. “Any… bad relationships? Bad roommates?”

Why did that question seem so specific when it shouldn’t be? When it was just so simple? Any doctor would have asked that. It was their job however, why was he talking about you when he was supposed to be talking about the Marines? This wasn’t your chosen doctor. This was practically a stranger. A very weird one too.

“No.” You keep your answer short and bold to end the conversation about your health. Your eyes flickering to him on and off, questioning him and his status. How would people like this man if he had brought this vibe with him all the time? Unless, it was just with you?

The Doctor simply hums, never moving from his place while he eyes you down. Not even a twitch from him. Acting as if he wasn’t doing anything wrong. That he was just simply sitting there before he speaks up again. “How about work? Is it treating you well?”

What the fuck we’re these questions for? They certainly are not for you as he isn’t your doctor nor is he joting anything down. He was simply just enjoying how you squirm underneath him, like you were someone below him, but at the same time you felt like you weren’t. It was just all so… weird.

“I’m not here to talk about me.” You say with a low tone, finally standing your ground just a bit. Your eyes staring right back into his, feeling like he pushed too much and this is what he was getting from you. You can see a brief flash of surprise in them before they turn amused. His body finally shifting as he unfolds his legs, but not his arms.

“Right, your marines.” Dr. Ryker sighs, sounding nearly disgusted by the fact you're bringing them up again. You wouldn’t have caught such a tone if you were being remarkably friendly with this man. If you weren’t so irked by this man. “There is nothing much to talk about them. We have everything we need to make sure we know everything on them.”

Well, that’s not reassuring at all. Why would he ask you questions then? Simply out of boredom? No, that can’t be right. His vibe, his aura says differently…

“Are you bonded?” You ask him out of the blue, watching that flicker of surprise go through him again before he hides it again. His head tilting more to his right than the first time he did. His folded arms shifting on his chest.

“No, why do you ask?” Dr. Ryker tries to question you again, but you just simply nod in response. Now knowing this guy was just a…a creep. It would have made a bit more sense if he was bonded, like to a Thousand Son or another Chaos Marine as their attitudes might affect their bonds as well or it could be simply he was hanging around his family’s Astartes too much and just gained his cold exterior from them too?

The Doctor tries to speak up again before the door opens up again with the previous nurse coming back in with the Marines back in his hands. The sight of them making you sigh out your tension and relax. Their little forms immediately chirping for you while they try and run off the nurses hands to get to you. The nurse lightly laughing at their antics, trying to keep them still before they evade him and jump onto you, latching onto your clothing and quickly climbing up to settle onto their assigned spots on your shoulders and collarbone.

“There, all tests are done.” The nurse simply says before exiting the room with a happy nod. The room going almost quiet if it weren’t for the little guys that cuddled up to you. Purring and rubbing all over you like you have been gone for too long, easing your nerves.

“…Then I suppose this concludes this appointment then?” Dr. Ryker says blandly, standing up from his chair with his clipboard in hand. Adjusting himself as he looks down at you, looks down at the marines with a flash of something you can’t process just yet. Jealousy, perhaps?

You nod immediately, wanting out of this room since the start, like Saveth had. Your body already moving for the door as you brush past the doctor, and you could have sworn, sensed that he backed up in surprise, but breathed in too, smelled you. Yeah, you are going to try and restrict your time here as much as you possibly can until they assign a new doctor to the case.

Especially, since the doctor takes that damaged bug catcher into his hands rather than just throwing it away like you should have remembered yourself to do.

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

The Plague Witch with the Cauldron Full of Love - 1

Behold! The Result of the art bugs I mentioned when @kit-williams did that Typhus fic with the plague witch. I actually sketched four pages from it and this is the first!

Getting this done was a Special kind of Slannesh torture plain as I had to run up against our power going out multiple times. I wanted to badly to execute on the sketches I did but the weather WOULDN'T LET ME!!!

Anyway the description of the witch from the story is what got the juices flowin. I loved the idea of a lower back mouth, and the bells. The only thing I missed was the hair, but that was more leaning into the bald reader/viewer insert I've seen in other art of that nature.

In my next renders I might add minor features here and there, but we'll see.

I decided to do two versions of the bottom pic as I loved the nurgle garden background but it Was a little busy.

Most of the process came from the color palette. Just swapping, picking, and pulling my hair out to get to a good one.

I will say this palette ended up kinda just coming to me...until I realized why I found it working...And why I felt the design needed more teeth.

Even outside the game I have no respite from...the hungry pickle dragon.

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[qxuiara]

can i get a hug.................

You are going to be smothered and die from lack of oxygen. -Poppy

[padawansuggest]

Adi: *comes home from a council meeting to find her apartment overrun by padawans* Oh?? What’s this now?

Siri: We bribed Obi-Wan and Reeft to cook. They’re the only ones who can.

Adi: Would you not feel more comfortable invading your own kitchens for that?

Obi-Wan: *points at a bag* We brought our own ingredients. We can’t stay in my apartments, Master has custody of the tumor today.

Adi: *deep sigh* Obi-Wan, her name is Kara-

Obi-Wan: She woke me up to sticky fingers and spit bubbles, she’s full of germs! We can’t cook there!

Bant: Obi, she’s one.

Obi-Wan: And I’m Wan, no excuses. She’s so icky.

Quinlan: We can’t go to my place, I flooded the bathroom and it’s being fixed today.

Reeft: Mine isn’t healthy for all these pathetic humanoids.

Bant: Master is sleeping today. She had to give up Kara for a few days when I found her on a twenty-four hour research binge with a baby tearing through the cabinets.

Garen: My master keeps telling me no caff. I’m afraid she’ll take my caff away and it’s almost exam season. Master Gallia, I won’t survive that. I’ll /die/.

Adi: *deep sigh* Things were easier when my biggest worry was who’s apartment is getting smoked up most recently.

Obi-Wan: *also sighing* I remember when that used to be my apartment. It was last week.

Quinlan: I /hate/ it when that has to be yours! Jinn keeps stealing my blunts!

Obi-Wan: Yes, well, now he’s /with child/. What a whore.

Adi: *snorting, leaves them to their kitchen experiments so she can take a shower and smell less like the council chambers*