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[yiifune]

hi guys its sword yuri Yippie

[wondashoever]

boy why are you so

[kerizaret]

Cultural differences

[kaunismies]

high school au but make it simi and with girl seb

[theguardianace]

aroace tsukasa take 2: return of the king (merry christmas @aroace-polysho!!!)

[ID: A digital drawing of Tenma Tsukasa, referenced from his "Brand New Style!" card. He is drawn exclusively in the aroace flag colors. /end ID]

[0yorixu]

cafe date

[the-raven-lady]

Learning that one of the effects of microdoses of Astartes blood is that it prolongs a regular human’s life is very interesting. It makes me think about Astartes specifically giving a human some of his blood so that they’ll live longer.

An Astartes, an Apothecarion specifically because they can better monitor the effects of their blood and administer it to a regular human, giving small doses of blood to their unaware human companion. It can range from some blood slipped into their everyday coffee or administered by needle with the excuse of it being a booster shot, all of it done in the pursuit of granting you a longer life. He has a particular fondness for you so why shouldn’t you live longer, there is a whole bunch of worthless nobles exceeding their natural lifespan with rejuvenate treatment, so why not his favourite human? Your time together shouldn’t be limited by your frail biology, not when there are means to work around that inconvenient reality. He wants your company, he wants you by his side, he want to see your smile and not have to contemplate just how much longer he‘ll be able to see such a sight. Sure, giving you his blood causes you to become quite ill, but it’ll pass with time, he’s just guaranteeing that you and him will have all the more time to be with one another.

I saved this because I wanted to write for it, and I think I went a little crazy because this was just supposed to be a short drabble.

[Masterlist] [My Ko-Fi]

Pairing: White Scar Apothecary (Sarei Fa) x serf!Reader [gn]

Warnings: Pregnancy mention and eating, nothing much really

Word Count: 1085

Tag List: @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @bispecsual 

Working as an Apothecarion’s human hand came with many benefits: a comfortable bed, high-quality food, and constant companionship amongst them. It was a stark difference from your time as a serf in the Imperial Palace. The Astartes that came and went rarely paid you any heed then, but now they were downright respectful of your place. Akoghlanlar's ‘assistant’. 

You’ve learned that the White Scars had a civility to their barbarism that legions like the Space Wolves lacked. Their savagery in battle didn’t translate over into downtime. They knew when to be ferocious, and ferocious they could certainly be— razing the battlefield like incarnates of lightning itself— but outside of the hunt they were shockingly tranquil. Importance was placed upon calm discipline.

The Akoghlanlar had found you during one of the Great Khan’s visits to Terra, shuttling resources to and from the Swordstorm. You had entered his domain, and each time you returned with more supplies, you felt his eyes on you. Always watching, ever observant. 

The ‘adoption’ (if you could call it that) into the White Scars had come as a surprise, and you’re still not even sure if it had actually happened in an official capacity, or if the son of the Khan had simply decided right then and there that you were his. The Apothecary, who you would come to know as Sarei, simply handed you a cloth bag containing a uniform too large for you. Confused, you were notified that you would be staying aboard the ship. The event still baffles you to this day.

Compared to Terra, working for the Fifth was far more eventful. The tribal nature of the White Scars made them wary of your presence on the ship as you traveled around, but for the most part, everyone respected your place beside the Akoghlanlar. Sensing your apprehension, Sarei made a point to deliver your meals to you himself. The act was out of the ordinary, but you weren’t the type to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Over time, you morphed from what felt like a pet into someone you could actually call useful. You were far too small to help Sarei in most of his endeavors, especially repairing his colossal Dreadnought brothers, so the majority of your tasks revolved around cleaning, maintaining stock, and accounting for resources used. It was only when Sarei was asked by one of his brothers to look over his personal serf that you had truly found your niche. 

It was outside of Sarei’s duties as Akoghlanlar to aid baselines, but you had recognized the symptoms of a pregnancy immediately. Nausea, breast tenderness, cravings, fatigue, and most damning, lack of menstruation. The sons of the Khan had been surprised when you spoke it aloud. The poor serf was not.

You had wisely chosen not to ask any questions.

Since, you’ve become the unofficial go-to for the marines aboard the ship when their personal serfs had any troubles. Sarei sourced books on baselines from other medicare, and you started the thirty year journey that landed you where you are.

“I feel like I’ve been seeing you here forever,” an older serf mentioned one day. You had been patching up her arm after she received a sprain from overuse, warning her to let the astartes do the heavy lifting. 

“I feel like I’ve been here forever,” you comment, massaging the swollen forearm of your client, “I’ll be turning fifty soon.”

She gave you a smile, but there was something about it that irked you. “You look really good for fifty.” 

You would have accepted the compliment for what it was, if not for the tense furrow in her brow or flicker of doubt on her face. You play it off with a practiced shrug. After placing her arm into a sling, you sit back and let your patient go, politely waving her off.

Her words didn’t sit right with you, putting a voice to something you had long been wondering yourself, and for days you mulled them over. You caught yourself staring at your reflection from time to time. At most you would place yourself as mid-thirties, but even that had felt like a stretch. Other serfs your age had been slowing down, joints aching and skin less elastic. They began to struggle with their day to day tasks. 

But you remained spritely. 

Today feels no different, standing before a vanity wash station. You run a finger down the skin of your cheek, feeling the texture of the pores and light dusting of hair.  The face in the mirror is nearly unblemished by time. Fifty years, and yet you’ve barely even begun to develop crow’s feet. You shake your head. You really shouldn’t be so concerned with your seemingly superb genetics; you should be grateful you have them in the first place.

Sarei returns to the bay with your lunch, frowning when he sees you staring at yourself again. “Despite your efforts, you will never catch it blinking,” he rumbles, placing the tray of food down onto your human-sized table. 

You huff a laugh and turn to look at him. Thirty years haven’t changed the Akoghlanlar at all; astartes aged gracefully. The lightning bolt scar on his face is the same deep shade of bronze, brown eyes as sharp as ever. The same wrinkles that had been there since the day he found you are present, never deepening. The only change you can find in him is that his tamed beard has grown longer. 

A growl interrupts your thoughts, and you place a hand over your stomach, walking over to the table to sit and eat. The smell of the meat called to you. Sarei watches thoughtfully, wrapping his palm in gauze.

“Did something happen on your way over?” you inquire, gesturing to his hand as you take the first bite. 

Sarei shakes his head. “An old wound that refuses to remain closed.”

You nod and focus your attention on your meal, making sure to get as much gravy as you possibly can on each bite of the tender roast. It helped to mask the iron tang of the gamey meat.

The Akoghlanlar smiles at you fondly, then turns away to look over the accounts of the legion’s gene stock. He cleans off his sidearm as he does so, removing the traces of his blood from the blade. It pleased him to see his assistant looking so well. 

He would tell you why some day, but for now he was simply glad you wouldn’t perish like the last.

[zakurincho]

matching mizuena :-)))

[collarful-clover]

He's never found alone per say..

[exanuz]

doggy❤️kitty

[ayabadaya]

bocchi the rock au!!!

[kerizaret]

Obligatory wxs world link doodles except I the outfits are so complicated and drew in class so I refused to focus on details

[ceelisiowo]

uhm...please imagine some evil!akikasa epic edgy quote here >:)

[crosmataditele]

Ieri ho comprato delle calze autoreggenti. Mai comprate in vita mia perché avevo paura facessero effetto corallina. Chiedo alla commessa una taglia adeguata. So alta, so tanta, la commessa sei tu, saprai cosa vendermi. Io mi fido ciecamente, anche perché le calze mica si provano. Torno a casa, provo le calze, arrivano precise al ginocchio…

Allego immagine esplicativa

[junior-high-rui-official]

// i did it

// this took me SIX HOURS tell me im beautiful and talented and cashapp me the money to buy all these clothes/silly

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

imperial girl 🌃