#helbrecht

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

[dragoneer99]

ngl I think guilliman expressed the patience of a god when he spoke to helbrecht and did not open the conversation with "did you hear about what my dad made me do to the word bearers?"

[fearlicitysstuff]

Trygon part 1 has been printed and now drying before curing. Don't tell Helbrecht I'm up to Heresy again. He'll be so mad. Just like when made female Black Templar.

[wh40kartwork]

Yarrick On Armageddon

by Cristian Otazu

[battlecatbeta]

🎄🌟✝️

[ghostinthegallery]

Omg there's a rumor that the new necron model released with the codex is gonna be Imotekh!! Please let this be true, my guy deserves so much better than this jank resin nonsense!

[alazaksminis]

High Marshal Helbrecht

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Helbrecht: Knight of the Throne Cover Art by Maria Zolotukhina

[the-great-zalmoxis]

Hullo, I never wrote reader x someone but I am willing to give it a try! Please tell me if I overstepped or if it is not to your liking ! (I can delete it if it is too bad, this is my first time) I am using my necron OCs, just in case. They are from this fic. ଘ(∩^o^)⊃━☆゜ *t.w. smut, nakedness, overstimulation, mind shackling scarabs in action, altered state of mind therefore weird consent thing, gender unspecified reader, fingering, biological liquids ~! Necron Cryptek x Unspecified!Reader

It has already been four hours since you have been strapped to this cold, metal, vertical table.  Your wrists would have been in tremendous pain if not for the soft glowing energy shackles around them and your ankles.

The last thing you could remember was an enormous metal creature, with energy-crackling mandibles, that loomed over you, threatening to cut you into pieces before a weird static enveloped everything.

And then you woke up here.

Alone.

Regardless of how much you called for help and screamed, no one came.

After the first hour, you gave up.

Not even five standard minutes later, your shirt fell down to the floor, disintegrating before it reached the strange black material that made this room.

A closer look revealed to you tiny, almost invisible, small metal insects, that were leaving little emerald trails of light as they ate your clothes.

They seemed immune to your buckles and wiggles, as you tried in vain to dislodge them.

After a few minutes of panicking, you felt a sharp pain in your inner ear, and after that, a calmness enveloped you, as the tiny scarabs made sure to get rid of all your articles of clothing and clean you up before the crypteks that were supposed to examine you arrived.

You watched as your new friends explores your body, one of them bravely climbing your formerly soft nipple, only for it to stay on the tips of their little legs to scy the expanse of your skin.

A shiver takes you over as the cold metal on your back leeches your body heat. Your skin prickles at the sensation, only for the living alloy behind you to warm up right as you become aware of this.

You blink in satisfaction.

The tiny scarabs seem to blink back at you.

You should be alarmed at the lack of panic that you are feeling, but the sensation of fear refuses to come.

The sounds of the door in front of you opening distracts you, as what you decided to call a lychguard steps forth, marching over to your side and then, as they hit the butt of their warscythe on the floor, they turn to face the door, in a proper and formal guarding position.

‘Esteemed Overlord Neshkafar insisted that we conduct a proper investigation regarding methods for a better communication with the unclean ones of the Imperium of Mankind.’ A voice that you instantly recognize as being that of Master Orahneaph.

For a fleeting moment, the thought of why they would be speaking low gothic crosses the pink fleshy mound of your meat cogitator. It disappeared as fast as a berry down a scarab’s mandibles.

‘The mind shackling scarabs’ reports show a few schematics for the sensitive perception network of this human. A somatosensory homunculus of how the unclean ones feel the world around them.’ The timid voice of Tomep accompanied the other.

Inside the room stepped two metallic behemoths, their single cyclopean eye glowing in baleful green stared at you unblinkingly.

You feel no fear, and a small smile appears in the corner of your lips.

Your Masters are here, and their eyes are focused only on you.

‘They used their mouth for verbal communication by emitting vibrations that are only perceivable in the range of 20 Hz to –‘ Master Orahneaph gestured violently with a hand in the air, dismissing the other’s speech.

‘Tomep, do you think I am dull!’ The higher ranking cryptek said, and something in your mind told you it was supposed to be a threat. ‘Communication by vibration.’ He imitated the lower ranking one, who trembled slightly in what your mind told you it was fear. ‘ Just, just give me the schematics for the sensitive perception. ‘ He said while putting a hand on his immobile face.

He floated gently towards you, and you could not help but smile as a sight escaped the tightness of your chest in front of the magnificence of your Master.

Orahneaph raises a hand and waves it slowly in front of you. A discreet emitter in your Master’s palm emitted a slow pulsing current that made every single hair on your body stand up while it passed over them.

You bit your lip as his hand hovered over your chest, and as your nipples perked up.

‘A sensitive organ? One that is kept covered by clothing?’ The cryptek in front of you asked.

You barely manage to stop a gasp as cold metal fingers touch your intrepid bud.

There are voices talking around you, but the way he rotates his finger around your poor nipple requires all your attention.

You try pushing yourself into the finger, desperate not to speak without permission.

You become more and more aware of the tiny scarabs moving their small legs across your lower back. More aware of how the strange pressure coming from his hand emitter was creating a small rippling effect on your skin.

You pressed your tights together, rubbing the smidgen of moisture that leaked between them. You feel the blood rushing to your face, as you hope the cryptek wouldn’t notice your shameful display.

Suddenly, you feel the finger leaving your abused nipple.

You almost let out a whine. The only barrier against the sound was your tightly pressed lips. There is blood on your tongue from how hard you bit them previously.

You lament the lack of sensation until you feel the exact same pressure between your tights.

Your traitorous body jerks, as you choke on the sharp gasp that escapes you.

‘So this is strictly for reproduction ?’ You hear Master Orahneaph’s voice ask.

The pressure increases, and your breathing gets faster. Your legs involuntary squeeze the cold finger between them. The pulsing from the hand is maddening, twisting your nerve endings, and sending lighting down their pathways.

‘Yes. You shouldn’t touch that.’ Master Tomep said, his gaze scrutinizing your flustered, trembling body, slick with perspiration.

‘It seems to produce quite a positive response, maybe we can use this in the future?’

The pressure is too much, and even through your closed eyes, tears manage to escape, rolling in hot streaks down your cheeks.

You whimper, as you try to pull your body away from the maddening pressure, proper protocol forgotten.

The finger is still incessantly pressing.

The tights squeezed tightly around it are the only way you can warn them about what is next to come.

You.

It hits you like a lightning strike, and you see white for a moment.

Everything is bliss.

You rock your hips as much as your shackles allow you, trying to prolong the sensation.

A satisfied sight rolls off your tongue as you open your eyes.

‘This is why it is a bad idea.’ Tomep said, trying to hide the amused lights blinking in patterns on his carapace.

You look mortified as you now notice that, unfortunately, the sensation made you spill yourself all over the cryptek in front of you. Your love juices were dripping off his ribs, as he was frozen in place.

‘Sorry.’ You managed to say.

Master Orahneaph turned stiffly, not uttering a single word, and smacked the other crackling cryptek.

Someone please write a necron x human reader fic, headcanon, anything. There's absolutely NOTHING out there, especially when it comes to the smut side.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

The Centenary Chapter Masters Convention is held in the most boring corporate hotel on Terra. What goes down?

Dante goes to bed at 8pm sharp, citing the importance of a good sleep. Helbrecht calls him an old fogey. Dante punches Helbrecht in the kidneys so hard one of them disintegrates. He then goes to bed. Marneus and Dessian nod sagely at this violently concise dedication to punctuality. Asterion and Gabriel laugh and point as Helbrecht curls up on the floor holding his stomach.

Tu’shan has taken all of the mini-fridges from the rooms and arranged them into a bar. He’s using the contents of them to make flaming drinks for everyone (he smuggled a butane torch in). He has to gently hand some of them under the “bar”, in the recessed parts of the fridges, because Shrike is lurking there.

Jubal and Tyberos are on a couch off to the side. They’re actually having a very pleasant, quiet conversation about the best way to clean servomotors.

Kardan Stronos is glaring at them from the corner for daring to have a discussion on servomotors without him. A Custodian is glaring at Kardan from the doorway for daring to besmirch holy Terra with his dour expressions.

[creativepoole]

More models for my Black Templars Crusade. High Marshal Helbrecht, Castellan, Assassins, Sword Brethren, and a Repulsor Executioner.

[thousandsons]

helbrecht and magnus for @evenpeaks

magnus art source

give me 40k characters and ill make picmixes for them

[thecollectibles]

Helbrecht: Knight of the Throne by Maria Zolotukhina

[wh40kartwork]

Cover Arts

by Maria Zolotukhina

Helbrecht: Knight of the Throne / Soul Drinker (20th Anniversary Edition)

[moodymisty]

High Marshal Helbrecht having a raging mommy kink and worshipping his big busty Guilliman appointed Saint gf who is trying to get him to be less zealous (effectiveness uncertain)

This is so funny but also I kind of love it and want to write it just because I want to neuter Helbrect for being such a lunatic

[gray-dun]

Day 12

Past few days I've split my focus between Helbrecht and Ahriman.