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[shroudedinsilver]

Boop

[hatem1190]

🇵🇸Urgent Appeal for Help from Gaza🇵🇸🍉🫶

My name is Mohammed, and I am a husband and father of 5 wonderful children. Specializing in Gaza, a place where the vibrant, diverse beams of light were a day of noisy diversity, students practicing in the streets, and diverse attendees and friends. Our city, with its beautiful coastline and historical charm, was a place of fabric in which we dreamed of a better future.

We are weary, and the daily struggle to survive in this war-torn reality has taken a heavy toll on us. The place that once gave us comfort and hope now feels dangerous and uncertain, and I worry about what the future holds for my children.

It is with a heavy heart that I share with you the desperate situation my family is currently experiencing in the Gaza Strip. Our home was destroyed long ago, leaving us without any shelter. Now we live in tents as winter approaches, and the conditions are very difficult due to the lack of basic life essentials such as food, shelter and medicine. Despite these difficult circumstances and apparent factors, my family is taking the initiative to feed other affected and displaced people in tents like us as much as they can.

After much painful reflection, my family and I have made the heart-wrenching decision to leave Gaza in search of safety and a chance to rebuild our lives. We are trying to raise €45,000 to escape the war and cover our living expenses abroad for one year, giving us the time we need to find stability and start anew.

Leaving our beloved home, the place where we were born and raised, is not a decision we take lightly. But for the sake of our children and the hope of a safer, brighter future, we must take this step.

We humbly ask for your support. Any contribution, no matter how small, will bring us closer to our goal and help us begin the journey toward safety and a new life.

Thank you for your kindness, understanding,

generosity.

My campaign is documented by @gaza-evacuation-funds @el-shab-hussein Verification number #299

Thank you for your compassion and for standing with us in this time of need.

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[sleepyfan-blog]

Aranea posuere ultricies

Author’s note: this fic has been inspired by @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond ‘s pocket titus sketches! Please check out her art! Thank you for letting me write this

Warnings: spiders, spider-killing, please ask me to tag if something bothers you/I missed it

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts

Tagged: @felinisnoctis

Summary: You acquire a small but fierce protector

You were fumbling with the keys to your front door, holding them in hand as you try to unlock your front door. As you attempt to put the key inside the lock, a large black spider slides down a hair-thin spider silk thread, nearly landing in your face.

You let out a startled shriek of surprise, stumbling backwards as fear and panic grip you. Your heart hammering in the back of your throat and adrenaline causing your body to tremble and freeze as you try to figure out what to do.

The black spider twists on the thin string of spider silk, revealing a bright red hourglass marking on it's abdomen.

More anxiety fills you as you clock that this is a venomous spider - one that could make you quite ill, if it bit you.

The best thing to do would be to somehow non-lethally move this Black Widow away from your door and place it somewhere in your garden... But you have no way of doing so without having to get into your home first...

Which would mean dodging the spider still dangling at eye level. You swallow dryly, still struggling to figure out what to do (and a small part of you feeling very silly about your panic) but you didn't want the spider to potentially crawl onto you, if you tried to dodge around it in order to get into your home.

Before you could make a decision, you felt a pair of tiny but heavy pair of feet land on one of your shoulders before the unexpected weight left you just as quickly.

A tiny Astartes yelled out what he clearly thought was a fierce battle cry "COURAGE AND HONOR!" as he swung a teeny-tiny hammer at the abdomen of the black widow that had been menacing you.

The blow struck true and spider guts splattered over several square inches of your front door.

You unfroze in time to carefully catch the little blue and gold colored tiny Astartes before he fell the rest of the way to the ground - or left a dent in your front door. "Thank you, my lord, for rescuing me." You murmur, having heard from co-workers and online posts how to best appease these tiny but fierce warriors.

The Astartes squeaks and wriggles in your hands in surprise "unhand me, mortal! I must continue my duties."

"As you wish. I was concerned about the fall relative to your size. Would you like something to eat in thanks for rescuing me?" You ask, carefully setting the tiny warrior down on the ground.

He stares up at you through his helmet for several seconds before answering "... Food would be most welcome... And I have fallen further than this. Your concern is..." he hesitates for a couple of moments before continuing "Welcome but unnecessary. Food would be gratefully accepted. I have not eaten in some time."

You nod, unlocking and opening your front door "After you." You murmur, not wanting to accidentally step on him "Unless you'd grant me the honor of carrying you to the kitchen?"

The small marine looked at your entryway, tensing as your cat - a loveable and very chatty coal black cat came trotting up to where you and he were standing with his usually creaky "Mreau!"

"I would like to be carried. Ideally on one of your shoulders, or in a hand or a chest pocket." The tiny marine declares, his helmet still pointed in your cat's direction.

Dixie sniffed curiously at the Astartes, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth.

You bend down and place one hand next to the marine so that he could climb up at his own pace. You reach out with your other hand to pet Dixie "Easy there, Dix. No mischief with our guest." And now you realize that you had yet to ask for the Astartes' name... Or give your own. "Would you like to share your name with me?" You give him your name "I apologize for not introducing myself earlier." You add.

"... I am Lieutenant Demetrian Titus of the Ultramarines Second Company." Titus answers after a few moments of hesitation. He removes his helmet, revealing a weathered and scarred but kind (and handsome) face with soulful greenish-blue eyes and short brown hair that frame his face. He climbs up onto your hand.

You set him on one of your shoulders and quickly move through your home to your kitchen. You set the lieutenant down on your kitchen counter before starting to rummage through the fridge, asking "Is there anything in particular you'd like? I have some left-over taco stuff, pasta with spaghetti, sandwich fixings... I also have some Ice cream and cookies, if you prefer something sweeter."

"I am unfamiliar with those food items. Astartes can eat nearly anything..." The little being answered, shifting a little as he answered "But I have been traveling for some time, and a hot meal would be a welcome indulgence."

You nod and grab two bowls as you're hungry too. You make sure that the bowl for the lieutenant is shallower so that he can better reach inside of it. A quick couple of minutes in the microwave and both bowls of food are steaming hot.

Titus ate quickly shoving handfuls of pasta and sauce into his mouth with his armored gauntlets "This is delicious, thank you."

You hum and smile "I'm glad you like it. Would you like some water to wash it down? I'm about to get myself some water, anyways."

"Water would be helpful. I need to clean my armor, as well as drink." Titus answers, before focusing once again on the food.

~

Weeks had passed and Titus, while he regularly wandered off, had become a regular member of your household.

Currently you were holding him in one hand, having helped the Astartes reach one of the insects encroaching on your property.

He looked so adorably pleased with himself you couldn't help it. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, murmuring "Thank you, for saving me from these awful bugs, Demetrian. Your swift movements and firm strikes slew the enemy handily."

Demetrian blushed, tucking his chin to his armored chest as he hands came up, flailing a little "I... I am merely doing my duty..."

"And you do it well, my lovely Angel." You earnestly compliment.

The Astartes blushes more and looks away from your face at your words, clearly struggling to regain his composure.

You chuckle softly and kiss the top of his head, murmuring "Too much praise, my knight-savior?"

"Yes... But... I... I crave it as well. I must... I must atone for this sin." Titus mumbled, still not looking up at you.

"... It's not a sin to enjoy the praise you get, Demetrian." You point out gently.

The tiny Ultramarine in your hand huffs a little before settling into your hand, mumbling in a language that you do not know, still blushing.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Paperweight

Inspired by a discord conversation about businessman Guilliman being mean and stepping on his little secretary who is picking up papers on the ground.

Author’s Note: TW: Dubcon, humiliation, power imbalance, slight smut. Modern AU CEO Roboute Guilliman. Honestly this could apply to a few other primarchs.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog , @bispecsual , @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , @ms--lobotomy , @whorety-k

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“I’m sorry, Mr. Guilliman, sir.” You whimpered looking at his icy blue eyes, licking your dry lips nervously. Then looked down at the scatter of paper and folders on the ground.

The imposing businessman tsk-ed with annoyance, “You clumsy slut. Go fetch.” his deep commanding voice ordered. You blushed, embarrassed, being humiliated like this was not part of your job description, but this was not the first time he did this. Besides, who would believe you should you complain? Which other job would pay this much for the work you do? You just graduated and still have to pay back your student loans. You suppose you should count your lucky stars that the ceo of McCragge Financial Co. did not decide to humiliate you in public instead.

“Yes, Mr…” his brow rose. You paused, then correcting yourself, “Yes, sir…” you whispered. Tugging down the hem of your short skirt (too short) uneasily as you bent down in front of him to gather the fallen documents.

You shuddered feeling heat rushing down your chest. You could feel Mr. Guilliman’s eyes on you, roving over every inch of your figure, finally settling on the curves of your as confined in the tight little skirt you wore. It wasn’t your choice of clothes, but it was one of the many outfits that Mr. Guilliman bought, and insisted that you wear to work. “Work uniform” he said, “You need to look professional and neat.”

A sudden boot to your ass knocked you out of your thoughts and down onto your hands and knees. Trembling, you looked up at him, your glasses askew.

The cloth of his dress shirt stretched tightly across his muscled chest as he let out an impatient growl. You couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine, “Hurry up. What did I hire you for? To be a glorified paperweight?”

Rubbing your thighs together unconsciously, you replied meekly, “No, sir. Sorry, sir.” Your gaze dropped back to the floor, face flushed, doing your best to gather the paper on the ground. Your short skirt slowly rode up your ass as you crawled around to gather the documents. It was impossible to ignore the heat welling between your legs as Guilliman’s leer intensified.

You were about to get up once you organized the papers again when you felt the heavy pressure of the ceo’s foot on hands pinning you to the floor. You winced, “Mr. Guilliman?”

You whined feeling the pressure of his leather shoe creak against your hands. Afraid of having your hands broken, you quickly addressed him properly, “Sir?”

You sighed in relief as Guilliman moved his foot to your lower back, keeping you down on your hands and knees.

“Stay down.” he ordered. You obediently did as he asked.

He hummed thoughtfully as his foot teased your skirt up, exposing your silk-covered cunt. You had worn that pair of blue silk panties wanting to feel a little fancy. You whimpered, feeling the leather tip of his shoe teasingly rubbing up and down your slit, despairing when you feel your arousal spreading between your inner thighs. The silk panties couldn’t hide that now. You trembled and stuttered, “S… S… Sir…?”

Guilliman chuckled, pressing the tip of his foot harder, seeing the darkening damp patch on the blue silk “Maybe I should add ‘glorified paperweight’ to your resume. Seems like you like it enough.”

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Polishing

Author’s note: More of Titus in Blueberry Pie

Summary: Titus requests that you help tend to his armor.

Warnings: none? Let me know if I need to add anything

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

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Titus had found that one serf who had gained the eye of a couple of his younger brothers, who were being… a bit unprofessional. One was being mischievous and needling the more easily provoked brother. Who is falling for the lure and bait, hook, line, and sinker.

Titus shakes his head with a sigh and a huff of laughter, he remembers the pair of bratty little brothers back when they were merely battle brothers- before they had attained their lofty ranks. The younger of the two squabbling brothers knew how much ‘improper’ speech could bother the hell out of the Noble born Ultramarines, and did it anyway.

It’s good- to try to find ways to humble some of the more… elitist brothers, drag them back into the soil and mud. Kept their egos in check, so long as it didn’t go too far, things going too far hasn’t happened in a while, but he’s monitoring that situation, just in case.

It’s good that more of Ventris’s personality is coming back out, as much as it’s sometimes aggravating. The poor younger brother had been tortured by a faction of the Inquisition, Titus grimaces to himself, he knows first hand how miserable that experience can be.

He spots you and calls out, “Miss Serf?”

You turn and look over at him, bowing politely and asking, “How may I serve you, My Lord?”

“I need help cleaning and tending to my armor,” Titus says, “Come with me.”

“Yes Lord Angel,” You reply

You had heard that Lord Demetrian Titus was known for being polite and soft spoken. Resolute and dauntless, caring and concerned for the baseline folk. Something that cannot be said for all Lord Angels, or so you have been told by some of the older, more experienced Serfs.

You help him take off his armor- which is incredibly heavy, he helps you shift the pieces of armor too heavy for you to carry to be carefully placed where he wants it to be cleaned. Once the Armor is off you try not to fluster.

The black carapace that is void-capable adheres to Lord Astarte bodies like a second skin. Then you try not to cough as your eye water, you have also been warned that the … ripe scent of a Lord Angel who’s been on campaign, and unable to be out of armor for weeks or months at a time can be quite… pungent.

“I am glad of the communal baths,” Titus says with a self-deprecating smile, “It helps with washing the mud of battle off one’s skin.”

“As you say, Lord Titus,” You say your cheeks are still pink and your eyes water a little bit.

“Stay here and clean my armor, I shall be back in a few moments,” Lord Titus says as he heads off to have a luxurious bath in the Astartes bathing area- joining a mixed group of battle brothers and officers.

While he relaxes in the baths, talking and listening to his brother talk about the battles they’ve recently fought, and some of the best currency they have gossip. Titus hears the story of how Sicarius- as a Sargent, The Chapter Master, The Head Librarian, and another brother, basically ruined an entire space marine’s career.

No one knows the reasons, official or otherwise for the reason they had done so, but it was good gossip to have- and a reminder of the power that their Chapter Master held, not just the martial power, but the soft power as well.

Part of Titus wondered if he should ask Cato his side of that particular story, and if the younger Space marine will tell him or not. Even odds- Cato is usually proud of his accomplishments, as well as helping their Chapter Master do Things.

While that was going on, you were carefully cleaning, scrubbing and polishing Lord Titus’s armor. The brackish, awful smelling armor slowly becomes that noble hue of blue and gold. You clean and replace the cloth and bucket of cleaning solution and water as needed.

By the time all of the armor is properly cleaned and polished, your arms are sore from carefully heaving the heavier parts of armor around to ensure that it’s properly cleaned on both sides. That the leather-mixture, whatever it was on the inside of the armor is also properly cleaned and taken care of.

“Thank you for getting my armor done,” Titus thanks you.

You jump a little, startled, Lord Angels are surprisingly light on their feet and silent out of armor.

“You are welcome, Lord Angel,” You reply, now that the smell of mud, blood, and battle was off of him, your cheeks flush a little as you try not to… eye the Lord Angel inappropriately. 

He gives you a small smile and a gentle nod as he releases you from the task of trying to put the armor away properly. Which he does easily, he dismisses you and you bow to him and head out to return to your previous duties.

[medical-anon-whau]

Nice!

Me in a "I have a work function to go to later but it is hot outside" outfit the shirt is more colorful, but this is the closest I could get

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Planting

A/N: it's been a hot minute, but not dead! I hope you enjoy this. This is the first fic centered on darsas in the husbandry verse!

Link to darsas' husbandry fic collection page

Summary: You give your bonded death guard, Darsas, a little gift.

Warnings: none, ask me to tag if something bothers you.

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts

You find Darsas. As he so often is, arms deep in your garden, softly humming to himself, the bioluminescent stripes on his armor gently glowing and flashing in tempo to the song that he is singing.

He pauses in his singing, his armored gauntlets dirty from the rich, dark soil that you'd purchased for him to supplement the clay-filled soil that your home was built on. He's never removed his armor in your presence - and from what research you've done on Chaos Marines, he likely can't. But you can tell that he's smiling at you as you approach.

There is a soft buzz, as usual, as he speaks “Good morning, my flower. Did you sleep well?”

It is mid-morning, with the sun warm and high in the sky, with the occasional fluffy white cloud skating by, as a gentle breeze stirs through the immaculate garden that Darsas lovingly tends to.

There are flowers and bushes of every description (except for roses. For some reason, Darsas hates roses, despite their thorns not being enough to pierce his armored gauntlets) and the saplings he has just finished planting promises to grow into beautiful dwarf apple trees. Alongside them he has planted mint, chives, coriander and lavender. Several fennel bulbs lay on the ground next to him, waiting and ready to be planted.

You smile up at your kneeling marine - even at half his height, he's still so large… But he is a gentle giant. You smile and kiss his helmet before answering “I did sleep well, Dar. I've also got you a gift.” Your hands are behind your back, hiding the long green-stemmed, multi-white flowered plant with bright yellow stamen.

Darsas let's out a curious trill, his glowing green eyes brightening a little “A gift for me? Oh, you spoil me, my radiant blossom!” He shakes the dirt from his gauntlets and turns, still on his knees as he gathers you up in a tight but gentle hug. You hear the soft click of his lower helmet opening as he presses happy kisses to your cheeks and lips, a happy purr rumbling from his chest.

You giggle at his eagerness and kiss him back - his lips larger and more scarred, but as always, almost feverishly warm as you do so. “I love you too, my handsome garden bug.” You hum, leaning into his touch.

His purr only intensifies as his form curls around yours. His voice is ragged and nearly worshipful as he slides into a language you do not understand, pressing more kisses to your cheeks and neck.

You're happy to let him cover you in kisses, kissing him whenever his lips find yours. You gently prompt him as the chamomile plant in your hands grows heavy “Would you like to see your gift, Darsas?”

He pulls away just far enough to nod, content to hold you close and purr. His bioluminescent stripes glow bright when you bring out the chamomile plant “Thank you, my beloved. I will plant this in a place of pride and care.”

You smile adoringly at your sweet Death Guard as he gives you one last quick cuddle before he starts to pick a good spot for the chamomile to grow. Why your neighbors are so nervous of your large, friendly love bug you'll never know. Then again… Chaos Marines don't have the best reputation, and Darsas, bless him, hates bathing and is on the more obviously mutated end of the spectrum.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Uriel's subtle revenge

Past =-= Next

Author's note: y'all inspired me to make a Uriel Ventris chapter with the Serf Reader. I hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: A bit of Bully Cato, let me know if I need to add more.

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog @bleedingichorhearts @kit-williams @barn-anon @c-u-c-koo-4-40k

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‘Sometimes,’ Uriel Thinks to himself as he carefully tracks down one particular Serf that comes from his planet of birth from a farming community near where he'd grown up, “I think Captain Sicarius believes His own hype a little too much.’

While the Captain of the Second company is an exceptional fighter with few who could match him in sword, bolter, and tactics. His personality was something that rubbed others the wrong way, like stroking a cat's fur the wrong way far too roughly.

He spots the Serf dutifully tending to their tasks, their hair pinned up and out of the way as they diligently clean the room. They look up and around, feeling eyes on them. They look into his eyes briefly before they look down and properly Bow to him, pausing their work.

“Greetings, Lord Angel,” They say with very care pronunciation.

Uriel remembers when he had Pasinius were young Aspirants and they’d been with a whole barracks full of boys within the acceptable age range from every planet within Ultramar and the teasing and mockery he and his oldest friend had gotten for their ‘hick planet accent’.

Your particular version of their shared accent is really adorable in his opinion. Even when you are trying to hide it, which is a shame in his opinion.

“Greetings Serf,” he says, allowing his Calthian accent to come through.

Their head shot up and they stared at him wide eyed for a moment. Recognizing their shared accent.

“I hear you come from a place near where I used to live,” Uriel continued. “Have the grox-cheeses in the deep caves aged into the wine-dark musk that I remember?”

“Yes, and the festival of cheese wheels happened a few months before I left, Lord Angel,” you reply, your accent thickening back to what it was before you'd come aboard the space ship.

You knew that The Angels of Ultramar are from all over the planets under the protective Custody of the Imperial Regent. But you hadn't realized that one of the farm boys of Calth had actually managed to become an Angel, from what you can read of his Armor, he's a Captain, which is somewhat high ranking. Although at least as far as you can tell, it is.

Uriel and you talk about the various festivals and celebrations that their towns share, to mark the seasons and other important Holidays and events that are celebrated either for local planetary things, or for more important Imperium wide events.

Uriel is regaling you about one of the times he had done the Space Cooper's-hill cheese rolling and wake, one Of the few that he'd participated in before becoming an Aspirant.

You had started to smile and giggle as Uriel was describing something when a voice called out, haughty, And annoyed, “tch, must you speak in such a low way Ventris?”

Uriel's smile only faded somewhat, but his eyes sharpen at the way that you were slightly edging away from the sharp, sour tones of Captain Sicarius.

Uriel allowed himself to glance towards the older Ultramarine, noticing the way he was fuming and scowling at the pair of them.

Uriel stopped himself from smirking a little bit as he realized just how Annoyed the noble-blooded Ultramarine was.

“Ah, Lassie,” Uriel drawls, thickening his accent further, glancing down at you with an innocuous smile,“th’ Cap is fair steam'd.”

“Speak. Properly,” Cato hisses at his annoying younger brother. “You are the Fourth Captain of the Ultramarines.”

Cato clenches his fists and relaxes them a couple of times. He had been going in this direction for a purpose, but what that way flew out of his head when he had heard and seen Uriel speaking with you.

And realizing one of the things is that had bugged him about you. That deeply annoyed him, throne-Cursed Ventris is also from Calth. And the little snot likes to use that accent, which no one but him and his fellow country Bumpkins can understand.

He is ignoring the fact that part of the reason he's so angry is that Ventris got you to smile and giggle at him. He should go to an Apothecary because one of his hearts had started hurting A little to see you look at a different Space Marine like that. Then the bizarre hurt turned into welcome and familiar rage.

“If you aren't doing anything important,” Cato barks at the pair of Calthians,”stop blocking the hallways and get back to work.”

You started to curl in on yourself As a hot flush of shame has your cheeks turning red. You had continued to work, albeit At a slower pace as you spoke and listened to Captain Sicarius's word.

“I think you need to dislodge your sword from your scrotum,” Ventris snarks at Cato.

Cato feels a vein start to throb in his forehead at the younger Captain’s Words." You and I need to go to the sparring ring. Now.”

“Gladly,” Uriel says, giving you a nod before following after an angrily stomping Cato.

He was glad he was able to speak with you for a little while. There aren't many fellow Calthians that go off planet.

[sleepyfan-blog]

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[vex-bittys]

Thanks and I would like an adoption scenario where I pick both the Russian blue undyne and the Bengal Alphys. Thank you so much.

*It can be very daunting to visit a Bittybones Adoption Center when you have anxiety, but the thought of having two cute and caring Felid bitties is just too tempting to pass up on. When you enter the shop, you're relieved to see that there are signs leading to the Felid area. No need to find someone to ask for help.

*When you arrive in the Felid area, it's a bit chaotic. Felids with the zoomies are running and pouncing on each other while more curious Felids watch. There's a few TVs with anime playing, and small groups of Felids are watching and cheering on their favorite characters. You're starting to feel overwhelmed, and you wonder if this was a bad decision.

*A Russyne turns away from one of the TVs, seeming to sense your growing anxiety. She pads slowly over, nudging a tussling Benphys to follow her. The two Felids approach you quietly and calmly with smiles on their faces.

*The Benphys takes over. "Focus on us," she instructs you, drawing your attention away from the noise and movement. "And check out these beans!" The Benphys rolls onto her back, showing you some very cute toe-beans. "Ya call those toe-beans, punk," the Russyne playfully responds, also rolling over to present her own beans for your perusal.

*It's hard to stay anxious with soft kitty toe-beans to stare at and tickle, and the two Felids are able to keep their energetic personalities reined in when you need it. Once you're feeling better, you complete the adoption paperwork and head home with your bitty bean farm.

[unu-nunu-art]

Happy birthday Gauge

[little-noko]

Papercrane is like a child that is still learning their body with him pulling up that shirt to look at his ribs

Yep ! It’s almost like he was just born a couple days ago uh ?

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I know You like JUST published them, but could I get more Pocket Titus?? He's such a cutie 💓😍

Author’s note: thanks for the request! The idea for tiny!titus came from the talented and lovely @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond! please go check out her stuff! Previous fic here. 

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts

Tagged: @felinisnoctis

Warnings: none? ask me to tag something if I missed it/something bothers you

Summary: Tiny!Titus and Dixie take on some moths.

“To me, great beast of war!” You hear Titus yell as you enter your home. You pause, a small smile appearing on your face as you see the tiny Ultramarine chase after several clothes moths, their sandy brown wings flapping frantically as he chases after them.

Dixie, your black cat, comes bounding down the stairs after Titus and the moths, chattering after the moths, tail tip flicking as he rushes after the other. Dixie swiftly over takes the tiny Ultramarine, bounding after the moth at top speed.

Not to be left behind, Titus leaps up and lands on Dixie’s back, one hand grabbing onto his collar, the other waving what he had told you was called a thunder hammer, yelling at the moths.

You press a hand over your mouth, fighting the urge to laugh or coo over how adorable the two of them were being, when you heard the distinctive metallic whine of a jump pack firing. 

A second tiny blue and gold clad Ultramarine flies out from one of your shelves, a fierce(ly adorable) war cry of “Courage and Honor!” leaving him as he swings a teeny tiny chainsaw-sword thing at one of the buff colored moths, the sharp-toothed blade easily cutting through it.

A third Ultramarine comes swinging down from the light fixture from a thin metal rope, echoing his Brother’s war cry and forcing the moths to dip downwards to evade his blows -

Which puts them in Titus’ and Dixie’s attack range. 

Your cat leaps up, front paws outstretched as he grabs onto one of the uninjured moths, his needle-sharp claws easily shredding through the moths’ fragile wings. 

Titus uses Dixie’s momentum to take down the third moth by swinging his thunder hammer into it’s center mass, and the moth explodes onto your hardwood floors in a sticky mess of bug guts. 

The other two Ultramarines take down the remaining injured moth within a second or two. 

You clap and call out “Once more, you have vanquished terrible foes. Thank you for keeping my clothes safe, lords… Demetrian, who are your brothers?”

All three Ultramarines turn to face you, the two new Marines shifting into defensive stances before Titus called out “At ease, Gadriel, Chiron.” He introduces you to them, finishing with “These are two of my younger brothers, they have recently been placed under my command. We had stopped by to do a patrol of your home, when we found the moths and slew them.”

You nod, smiling a little “Thanks again. Are they staying for dinner? It’s lasagne tonight with garlic bread.”

“If… If you don’t mind…” Demetrian answers, shuffling his feet a little “I hadn’t realized you would be home earlier, otherwise I would have mentioned they were accompanying me.”

You smile brighter “Sure thing, Demetrian. And I’m glad that you’ve got Brothers to patrol with. THey’re free to stay here as long or as often as they like, so long as they follow the rules of the house -which I’m sure you’ve told them already?”

“That I have, my lady.” Demetrian responds,nodding a little.

Gadriel squeaks in surprise as Dixie comes over and starts licking the Ultramarien clean of the bug-guts that he is covered in “Lieu-lieutenant! What am I to do? The war-beast is-”

“Cleaning your armor. It’s a sign of affection and care, Dixie means no harm.” Titus soothes his younger brother, who relaxes somewhat.

“Why is he making that rumbling sound?” Chairon asks, tilting his head curiously as he could hear Dixie starting to purr.

“He is happy, and is making that sound to indicate his mood.” You chime in “Cat’s purring has been shown to help heal injuries faster, including broken bones. I’m headed off to the kitchen to start on that lasagne. Feel free to come watch or do whatever.” With that you head to the kitchen, humming softly to yourself.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Happy New Year

Erriox and Lenora celebrating the new year.

Author’s Note: Just New Year’s fluff with Erriox and Lenora. Happy New Year, everyone! 🎆🎊🎇

Tagged: @shadowfirecat, @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog , @bispecsual , @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , @ms--lobotomy

@gra93fruit-blog , @i-am-a-dragon34 , @felinisnoctis, @thevoidscreams, @yurihasurunbara

Lenora leaned into Erriox’s embrace as they watched the massive fireworks display put on by the collaboration between the different legion bases and baseline businesses in town. Erriox assisted with the setup of the display, but he wasn’t needed for setting it off. He would’ve liked to set off the colourful explosives, but having the evening off meant that he could spend more time with his bonded human, Lenora. He wasn’t about to argue that.

This celebration was to ring in a new year, in some ways to also celebrate surviving the previous year. Erriox couldn’t recall if he had done anything like that back in his time to celebrate just plain surviving to the next week if not the next day. The odd passing fist bump or clap on the shoulder or back, maybe. Being here on Ancient Terra with so many celebratory holidays, he could learn to appreciate it, especially with Lenora by his side. Erriox knew some of his battle brothers certainly did, especially when they found out what fireworks were about.

The fireworks formed numbers as the seconds counted down to midnight.

‘5’

‘4’

He looked at Lenora bathed in the glow of colours lighting up the sky. Pulling her up against his chest plate, he leaned his forehead against hers, a rumbling purr escaping when she nuzzled him.

‘3’

Lenora looked at him with a loving smile on her face. Erriox smiled back, he would never stop appreciating her smiles, her laughs, her grins, her gestures of affection. All for so little of what he could do. All only for him.

‘2’

“May the new year be sweet, just like you.” Lenora said. The Iron Warrior heard her under the thundering bursts of fireworks. He laughed earnestly at her words and tenderly caressed her cheek.

‘1’

Erriox kissed her, deeply, passionately, trying to convey what he couldn’t say in words.

“Happy New Year, Lenora.” He murmured.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

That you Keep

Author’s note: More Random shit. So- Malum Caedo in Boltgun was all like "I shall finish what Captain Titus Started!!" and that was adorable, for a Veteran Murder Machien of a Man. And like. Titus and Malum meeting in Space Marine 2 would be great since, clearly, he adored his Captain.

Summary: Veteran Sternguard Malum Caedo hears tell of his previous Captain, now Lieutenant Titus having survived and returned back to the Ultramarines.

Warnings: Smut. NSFT. uh... let me know if you need me to add anything here? Thanks y'all!

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

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

He had been walking from one part of the ship to the other when he'd heard some of the younger brothers who'd been initially created as Primaris Marines complain about their new Officer.

Gadriel complaining to Chairon about Lt. Titus, Malum paused and looked at his younger brothers in the Second Company and asked if they meant Demetrian Titus- and asked them certain questions about the identity of this Demetrian Titus.

Realizing that the Demetrian Titus that they are talking about is his Demetrian Titus has him asking them where he could find their Lt. They are a little taken back about his questions and vehemence, but they told him.

He thanked the younger brothers for telling him all of this as he headed to where Titus, his Demetrian is. Part of why he'd taken the Graia mission all those long years ago was to see if he could recover his body, since he had been told that Titus had died on that mission.

Part of him thought that had been a lie, and he's glad to know that his instincts on such a thing were correct. His Demetrian turns when he called out his name softly, a smile soft and gentle appears on Titus's face, if a little cautious.

Malum pulls of his helmet, "I am so glad that you are alive Metri."

"You thought I was dead?" Titus asks.

"Yes," Malum says, "Stars above, I have missed you, I had grieved your loss. I am glad that you have returned to us."

Something colder and harder in Demetrian's eyes softens and warms at that. An almost sparkle of something flashes in the other's eyes as he strides towards Malum as they move closer towards one another.

Malum reaches out and grabs one of Demetrian's arms who clasps his hand back as they tug each other lightly into a deep embrace. Titus notes out loud, "You feel stronger."

"Indeed- the benefits of crossing the Rubicon Primaris, successfully," Malum says proudly, "You too- seem stronger."

"I have also crossed the Rubicon Primaris," Titus says, pausing a little, "Did you choose to cross, or was it that or being turned into a Dreadnaught or death?"

"I chose to try to Cross the Rubicon," Malum says, "... What about you?"

"... Chapter Master Calgar chose for me to cross the Rubicon." Titus says.

"Ah, you are not the only Captain that our wonderful Chapter Master has decided such medical decisions for." Malum says quietly, lowly, "I have missed you, so much."

"I have missed you deeply Mal," Titus says as he lightly tugs his fellow turned-Primaris Marine with him to his private rooms.

Malum follows him eagerly as they go into Titus's room, Demetrian lets go of his hand for a moment and goes to his armor stand and hits the quick release button on his armor and steps out of it.

Malum follows suit with his own armor and within a blink of an eye, Titus is upon him. A clash of lips, tongue, and the clack of teeth as they press kisses and touches, desperate fingers touch and tease their paramor's skin and body.

"I have missed you, all these long, lonely years," Malum whispers, moaning into Titus's lips.

"Never chose another to bed?" Titus asks, half surprised, half pleased.

"None could compare to you," Malum said with a shake of his head, honest in his words as they continue to kiss and touch.

Demetrian presses his fingers to Malum's lips and he opens his mouth eagerly as he sucks on the other's fingers- helping lubricate them as Titus teases their cocks, by rubbing them against each other.

Malum groans in pleasure and the delicious friction as Titus flips Malum over and pulls his fingers away as he stretches Malum open with his fingers.

The pain and pleasure run up his spine in equal measure as he pleads, "Titus- fuck me, Please."

"In a bit, love, In a bit," Titus murmurs, "It's been a century for us both, love."

Malum whines a little at that and grinds his backside against Titus' fingers and cock. He hides a little smirk as he hears Titus's swearing of pleasure and the way the other picks up the pace on stretching him.

The feeling Titus's other hand lightly smacking his ass in punishment only enhancing the pain-pleasure-need-desire and he groans in pleasure as Titus pulls his fingers out of him.

He whines at the loss and Titus chuckles a little as he thrusts in, he had wanted to do so slowly. But the hot, tight feeling of Malum around him. Fuck it really has been so long. Has him thrusting all the way in fast.

Damn. This new body of his really is an upgrade. Stronger, faster, it's impressive. As he presses biting kisses into Malums neck and shoulder as he starts to thrust in and out of him.

Malum eagerly matching his pace rolling his hips and groaning in pleasure, while Titus groans in pleasure and murmurs filthy praise. It's embarrassingly quick how fast he cums, but is pleased that Malum doesn't take long to cum either.