#fuck erebus

[schizohybrid]

Fuck Erebus

[ilisteria]

“You are destined for things much greater than a mere cupbearer of the Warmaster, little one. There are plans for you, promises of status greater than mere serf or concubine,-”

I assume that you implied here that the reader has some sort of concubine adjacent role when they’re serving Horus. But I also find the idea that the reader isn’t in any kind of sexual relationship with Horus, and instead this is just Erebus’s version of a freudian slip, to be very funny. Like the guy got too excited and mentioned his intentions with you far too soon.

“Hello spouse- I mean spouse- I mean spouse-I mean spou- I mean… serf.”

Oh hey I didn't expect anyone to actually comment anything about the piece lmao

So the whole cupbearer/wife/personal serf thing is supposed to be a reference to some of the Horus x reader fanfics by people like moodymisty and I didn't think of how it would come across when read without that context.

The Freudian Slip interpretation is funnier though - I'd imagine at a later point the reader would be sitting in his lap post-Isstvan V and asking him what in the world he meant by that quote, and he'd raise an eyebrow and go "You weren't fucking the Warmaster?" in genuine confusion.

"No? He only thought of me an obedient servant, no more and no less."

"I believe I have been lied to..."

"So that entire incident with the room was an elaborate courting scheme?"

"...I suppose so, but it was not deception when I promised a greater fate, little one."

"And is the fucking me part necessary to the plan?"

"It was an...adjacent benefit."

"Does that mean you don't love me? :("

Cue intense sighing from Erebus

[brox-not-a-badger]

I should not be proud of myself

I’m writing the Erebus Gets Pegged fic because I hate him so viscerally that I want to be balls-deep inside him.

[supercomputer-lizard]

Which jackass was worse poll

Both the Deceiver and Erebus are shitheads that ruined the galaxy

[idkwhattoputhere26]

[nightghoulz]

August was born earlier on, when Horus was younger and going along on diplomatic missions right around the start of the Great Crusade. No one expected it to happen (the ‘WHY AREN’T YOU STERILE?’ thing that went around here for a bit). The mother was a general perhaps. Aka both parents were younger and celebrating whatever political unification was going on. Really celebrating.

So she got raised in secret, trained and raised by both her mother as well as a member of the Luna Wolves. Then when she is around 18, she reunites with her father and is dragged into the crusade. Horus is delighted to have his kid with him at last, now that she is capable of defending herself and fighting. Doesn’t realize he’s mirroring his crappy dad oops!

It’s all really great and awesome and ‘yay family!’ until it isn’t because this is Warhammer and seemingly nobody is happy :)

[hug-kiss-marry-kill]

[awwsha]

maaaan, fuck erebus

[mezzy-1]

If I were in a room with Erebus, Typhus, Leandros, and Vect I would unload the bolter into the last 3 and spend the rest of the time beating Erebus' head in with the empty mag. FUCK EREBUS

Ok I'm awnsering this cuz funny:

My argument is

- Kor Phaeron (while lorgar is off claiming the last city on his homeworld and before they meet the legion)

- Erebus (in his fucking crib)

These two alone would prevent the heresy as even if lorgar still has to face the burning of monarchia he won't have those two whispering in his ear, this would mean that lorgar would abandon his faith while remaining loyal (as that was almost the timeline he went down except due to kor phaeron and erebus) and without lorgar turning traitor the Chaos gods couldn't get their grip on horus, in fact horus never gets struck down on the moon of Davon or even goes there as that was all due to erebus, this means that magnus wouldn't need to warn the emperah and as such wouldn't break the psychic Ward's around Terra.

The 2nd two are

- Luther (after his banishing to caliban but before he turns traitor)

- The Deamon Blade of the Laer (the one fulgrim carried that corrupted him, preferably this is done right before fulgrim enters the Laer temple)

[froggerland]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO 1ST LIEUTENANT EDWARD LITTLE!!

Having a little party with the other lieutenants and Crozier (left to right: Hodgeson, Irving, Le Vesconte, Ned, Crozier, Gore and Fairholme), Winter 1846 (before everything went downhill)

[galactaknightyaoi]

It's my OCs' first birthday today, yippie!! They're enjoying their birthday with some tiny company and a horribly baked cake. But it's the thought that counts!

These are Pai, Aurelio, and Lizzie. They are a couple and run a diner together in the low suburbs of Halcandra. Their shop also serves as a safe space and shelter for other Star Borns just like them.

They also tend to take in the more little ones of their kind, soon after they've first formed. They look after them and teach them stuff, before letting them go to live independently. But they're always welcome back in their house! Be it for shelter, or a nice cup of coffee.

More about them under the cut. Be warned it gets kinda long.

Pai's ability is Cook. When he was little, he used to use his ability to make food to share with his whole neighborhood as a way of uniting everyone.

Since then he's been steadily building towards a goal, to open his very own Diner. He wanted to create a space for his community to thrive in, though he was severely disadvantaged in such a large city.

He's not one to give up and he always looks on the positive side of things. He tends to spoil the kids they look after with treats, and has a hard time saying no, so he often takes on more than he can handle.

He is the one that looks after the well-being of the kids, and generally, things that require a bit more... Tact. He looks after them when they're sick or injured, which is how he ends up meeting future GSA founders Arthur, Erebus, and Anansi.

Aurelio grew up in a scrapyard with 6 others of their kind, being kept there as guard dogs for the paranoid old man who owned the place. They were encouraged to fight each other for fun, which is how they got the scar across their face.

When they got too big and troublesome, most of them were kicked out of their home and left to fend for themselves.

Aurelio's Spear ability eventually landed them a job as a Knight for Halcandra's elites, where they worked alongside a few of their friends. Their job was to guard the meeting room and defend their assignment from threats.

A few years into this job, they and other soldiers were given a mission. A pair of dragons were nesting at the bottom of the Haldera Volcano, they had to get them out. Dragons are calm if not provoked, so relocation shouldn't be difficult...

As it turns out, the dragons were a mated pair. A male and a female, and they were viciously protecting their egg clutch.

In the battle against the dragons, Aurelio was injured and burned by fire, but their natural fire immunity allowed them to be one of the few survivors. Nevertheless, the Knights were successful in their mission and managed to drive the dragons out.

The 4 eggs that weren't crushed during the battle were passed off to the Ancients for research. They became the Guardian Angel Landia later on.

She was forced to retire from Knighthood at age 31. Due to the lasting effects of their injuries, Aurelio is the one who spends most of the time with the children. For better and for worse.

Because of their childhood, they have very skewed ideas of how to treat children. She'll often put them in dangerous situations unintentionally since she has no frame of reference to tell her that taking kids out to the Gator Pond isn't a very good idea.

Aurelio teaches the rougher life lessons. They've been through quite a bit, so they want the kids to learn how to defend themselves, and to be careful and not have others take advantage of them.

She does most of the disciplining and the one that gives timeouts and other such punishments. She is of the opinion that sometimes rough love is necessary to set someone straight. She's calm and loving, but a bit stuck in the old way of doing things.

Lizzie, real name Angeliz, is a 2-time college dropout who grew up upper class despite her species' disadvantage. She never had many friends growing up, since other kids didn't really like her, and resigned herself to being what her parents wanted her to be.

She tried to study medicine but quit after 2 years. Not wanting to further disappoint her parents, she went into law. Which she also hated but tried to commit to finishing despite how miserable it made her.

Meeting Pai and Aurelio helped her get through the year, but after Aurelio was injured, she quit law and started living with them. She helped Pai balance his business with taking care of Aurelio and eventually used some of the money she still had left to give Pai's Diner the little push forward it needed.

Despite the many etiquette classes she took as a child, Lizzie completely lacks social skills. She's a total disaster, especially when talking to someone she likes. Once she gets comfortable, her true personality starts to shine through.

She's a huge slob and kind of vulgar despite her cute appearance. She's easily angered and does not like to be teased, which makes putting up with bratty kids more difficult for her.

She tends to treat kids as little adults instead, which causes her to not be very mindful of their sensitivities. Even when in a good mood, trying to do her best, she always ends up saying the wrong thing and makes everything worse.

She handles the business aspect of their Diner, crunching numbers and reading over legal documents. She's really smart and knowledgeable, so she's the one who tends to teach kids reading, writing, and math.

Her ability is Bubble. She never used to like it, it was silly and useless to her, so she kept it hidden for years. After meeting her partners and becoming happy, she's started blowing bubbles more frequently. The kids love them.

[ilisteria]

Quick Erebus x GN Reader piece (709 words)

I don't actually like him but there's a surge in fans of him and I don't feel confident about dipping my toes into writing for a Primarch yet, so I may as well debut with Kharn's our not-so-friendly neighborhood punching bag douchebag.

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Summary: You are a serf on one of the Sons of Horus ships and you've caught Erebus' eye. He has you trapped in a dark room to sell some Chaos propaganda to you. Set before the Heresy.

Warnings- Slightly suggestive towards the end but not really; manipulation through religion. It's Erebus, what can I say?

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Impenetrable dark and the hum of ventilation shafts, chilled air that lightly bites at the skin leaving trails of raised hairs - your eyes did not adjust to the false-night of the lightless chamber, as though your sight had been stolen away by some blind daemon.

You shake your head upon this thought, the brush of your hair against your neck only sending more shivers down your spine, each strand feeling too similar to the soft raking of nails on your neck. “Dogma,” You whisper beneath your breath. “There are no such things as daemons.”

“Is that so?”

You freeze upon those words, their velvety syllables ringing hollowly in your ears like false promises in the wind. Your heart drums loudly in your chest, each beat against your rib cage feeling as though they are being wrung from your body through some mysterious force, and the intruder only chuckles, barely audible over the ambient noise of the ship.

“Your heart does not believe your own words. Your soul, too, knows better than to parrot the drivel of the so-called Imperial Truth.” 

Large hands that dwarf your shoulders would come down to rest atop them, cold ceramite heavy on your fragile form like a thick sheet of ice over water. You could almost see the sly grin upon his face, the eyes of your soul piercing through the veil where your mortal ones were found lacking. 

He continues, his voice remaining ever steady as a preacher of the Imperial Truth did, yet in the rumbling of his chest and the slight tightening of his grip are the traces of a mad fanaticism, almost a perversion that hinted at an abyss beneath the placid exterior. 

“You see it as well, do you not? The eyes in the dark, the whispers that scream in a thousand voices - but only when you dream.”

“N-no, I know nothing, I see nothing-”

“You lie,” He hisses, but it is more in amused mocking than festering rage. “I can smell the fear in you, little one. But that is no matter, for your fear speaks more truthfully than your tongue. That is good, for I know now that you may yet be saved.”

It feels as though the room has become several degrees colder, your plain serf’s uniform doing little to stave off a chill that could be felt in the soul. There are eyes on you, more eyes than simply those of the intruder, and they rake over your body and soul as they titter restlessly within the void between the known and unknown.

There were daemons out there, watching and waiting for their prey or perhaps their lord, which possibility it was indiscernible to you over your fear.

The intruder chuckles again, the swell of each vowel of his laugh becoming more disjointed as though a second voice shares his throat and pulls the sounds from his body in a way that seems to elicit sensations of religious ecstasy. 

"You are destined for things much greater than a mere cupbearer of the Warmaster, little one. There are plans for you, promises of status greater than mere serf or concubine, more power and wealth than you could’ve dreamed of, sensations that will dwarf the finest drug or drink in the Imperium…but He has blinded you to your true purpose.”

His grip tightens again, your body jerking forwards in response, but he does not loosen his grip nor utter apologies, and you could not break the grip of an Astartes. There is a silent order in the way the eyes surrounding you bore into you - to remain in place, to remain silent, and to open your heart to a force far greater than you could ever hope to fathom - in your current state. 

Erebus was its prophet, and you a disillusioned disciple of the Anathema’s sect.

“His truth is little more than shackles to bind the inherent human desire for gods. He denies us of our glory, our eternity, our evolution, and our pleasures.

“I can teach you to free yourself, to claim your birthright and see for yourself the ways of the true gods. You need only to have a little...faith in my methods. 

“Tell me then, little one, are you prepared to be enlightened?”

[brox-not-a-badger]

Plot twist; Fabius laced it

nightmare blunt rotation

Fabius Bile, Konrad Curze, Erebus

[brox-not-a-badger]

What the fyck why have I been obsessed with Erebus for the past couple of months

Anyways Erebus and Lucius are perfect for each other because they’re both equally horrible and both do horrible things and would probably gladly make out sloppy style.

[nobody-nexus]

@rabid-mercenary15 @sm-baby @awful-little-goose

lmao get analog'd

[lesbianlothcats]

Phee Genoa I am so sorry The Bad Batch season 3 reduced you to a) Google b) a taxi c) the primary vehicle to reference Tech