#konrad kurze

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the most blursed Ship simply because similar color schemes: Konrad Curze/Miguel o' Hara

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

The Start of Things

Author's note: So- I was thinking of how to start the Ultra-moo-rines. And got bitten by the World Building bug.

Summary: An Aspirant reads about the Holy and Wretched primarchs, and the blessings (and curses) they bestow upon their gene-lines.

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

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The pages of a book are being read by an Aspirant, his eyes glance around, and he perks up and eagerly reads the words- this is about some of the most Holy of beings- The Primarchs.

The Nine Holy Primarchs, and the nine Wretched Demon Primarchs were all given many traits and genetic advantages (and some disadvantages) given to them by the tinkering of the God Emperor for a thousand years of toil and care.

The First Legion are the Sons of The Lion- the Dark Angels, and their successor chapters are occasionally blessed with The Lion's gift. The claws and ferocity of the Lion himself, getting retractable claws, among other gifts.

This Is Known. There are lesser-known traits to this Gift that are kept secret from those outside the gene-line of El Johnson. The Aspirant huffs a little, he's heard from his older brothers that the Blood Angels are a very paranoid and secretive lot.

B̵͚̄̔ͅr̵̡̹͖̯̮͉̹̙͔̜͇͍̒̈́͋̒͒̾͛̆̚ó̵̧̥͎̖̳̘̫̎̆͂͊̾͘͠w̶̡͔̣̲͐̔̏̀̂͒n̶̢̻͔̤̉ ̷̨̛̛͓̪̟̫̤͈̼̺̝̙̈́͐́̆̒̿̃̓̑̒̍͠͝B̶̧̧̧̫̫̜̘̱͇̥̫̫̺̲̝͕̈́̀̿̊͗̿͆͛͂̕͝͝��è̷̡̧̢̧̧͙͕͎̖͔̞̘̿̓͂͐̓̍͋̍̒̽̈́a̵̛̩̦̅̈́̐̔̽́͐̂͛̓̑̾̕͝͠ŗ̵̛̛̞̱̠̱͖̱͔̞͉̯̗̫̼̮̈̓̽̓͐͐̿̈͒͘ By Order of the God Emperor this information has been redacted.. The Aspirant quickly flips to the next section- his brain had started hurting when he'd tried to read the words of the second Primarch. There is no Second Primarch, there never was a second Primarch.

The Third legion, fallen to Chaos, is that of the cursed traitor demon Primarch Fulgrim is a wretched lowly creature, whose scales of purple, the snake, is indeed a snake. Those of his wretched gene-like are occasionally cursed with the form of a snake.

This is Known. There are some lesser-known abilities and traits that the Cursed Traitors use against their enemies, should they have the snake-like traits. The Aspirant scowls angry, clenching their free hand into a fists.

The Fourth Legion, fallen to Chaos is the wretched traitor demon primarch Perturabo is known to have a prickly nature- and massive spines that he can shoot out at that will and will kill a full-grown Astarte if he aims well.

Woe be upon those in battle unlucky enough to fight against those Warriors of Iron who also have the quills of death. The Aspirant shivers a little and murmurs a quick prayer to the God Emperor- so that his brothers don't have to face such a wretched enemy.

The fifth legion, is that of Jaghatai Khan is one of the Loyal Primarchs, ever the fastest and most fleet of foot and of ship of his brothers- he ever charges forth fighting the enemies of the Imperium.

His sons are ever hopeful that one day their Lord Primarch shall return, when the need for him is greatest. What is Known of the Blessing of the Khan- is hooves that stomp- and speed unmatched.

This is Known, there are other lesser-known traits that the mysterious sons of the Khan keep to themselves and their successor chapters. The Aspirant hopes that one day, the mighty Khan will come back and help the Imperium become great again.

The Sixth legion is that of Leman Russ is one of the Loyal Primarchs. Stalwart and Stubborn, clever and fierce. A Mighty wolf- and that is a strong blessing indeed- he has given to his sons.

Those who are given the Blessing of the Wolf- have claws and fangs. A tougher hide to withstand the bitter cold of Fenris. This is Known. there are other lesser-known traits that the Space wolves and their successor chapters keep, for their own reasons.

One will never know what kind of answer you will get out of a Space Wolf- their answers very, be wary of their quick, sharp tempers. The aspirant is glad that he's not of the line of Russ- dogs are nice and all, but very smelly.

The Seventh legion was the Imperial fists and their successor chapters. Rogal Dorn- the stalwart and stubborn defender of Terra, the Praetorian.

The Blessing of Dorn is that of a Mighty white polar bear, one of the apex predators of Inuit. The claws and strength enhance an Astartes to great levels.

The roar sends their enemies running from their sight. This is Known. It is said that there may be lesser-known gifts to this trait, but none outside of the Sons of Dorn know what they are.

It is said that all that remained of him was a bloodied, gauntlet fist and arm. The Aspirant wilts a little, he's a young Black Templar Aspirant, and he hopes that his Lord Father will one day return.

The wicked, cursed, corruptm and cruel fallen renegade 8th legion and their dead Primarch Konrad Curze. The bats who hunt and lurk in the dark. Beware their stare- and their ever hungry, hunting gaze. This is Known.

No one knows what other horrors lurk within the 8th legion, for those that try, never return. The Aspirant shivers a little and murmurs another prayer to the God Emperor.

The nineth Legion, and one of the First Founded Chapters, The Blood Angels, and their beloved, fallen, loyal Primarch Sanguinius. With those sons who gain such a blessing are excetionally rare.

The wings of Sanguinius marks out a brother of that chapter for all to see. This is Known, other lesser-known abilities granted aren't spoken of to outsiders.

The Aspirant gives a respectful pause, woe and weep, weft and moan. The loss of the Great Angel is still affecting his sons to this day, or so the whispers say.

The tenth legion- the Iron hands, are said to lament the death of the holy Primarch Ferrus Manus. Who was slain by his traitor brother Fulgrim.

It is said that some of his sons are blessed with skin hard as Iron. This is Known, what other traits this blessing gives them, they don't speak of to Outsiders.

The Aspirant shrugs a little- Ceramite is a protective second skin to most Astartes- so having actual Iron skin sounds painful or miserable to them. Not that they'd say such a potentially heretical thing out loud, of course.

R̷̼̼̺̞͚̮̼̝̯̹̔͂̆̈́̌́̿̊̈́̈́̀̒ę̷̧̪̝̟̰̺̬͔̾̐̀͜͝i̶̲͔͇̮̠̦͙͊͛͌̉̓́͐̓͌́͆̊n̸̛̠̹̤̭̻̮̖̭͔̰̬̖̑̔̀͂̎̅̈́̌̕͜d̸̨̧̥̺̞̖̬͓̼̠̥̰̬̏̇̅̅͊̔͊͊̚e̷̢͈̼͉̤̟̝͓̓ͅȩ̵̳͉̜̜̖̲͖̘͍͕̋̆̉̀̆͋͝ͅr̸̼̊͐̈́̅͊̿̃͐̃̔͂̅̀̎̈́͠͠ Redacted per the Orders of the Emperor. There has never been an eleventh legion. There never will be an eleventh legion. The Aspirant shudders and flips to the next page. Perhaps he should go to an Apothecary, as that's the second time he had a sudden headache at trying to read something that isn't there.

The fallen, traitors, those disgusting, wrathful, blood covered creatures, Angron- the red Angel, is a mockery, of the Saintly Sanguinius.

This legion is sometimes cursed with the form of a Quokka. No one knows, or at least remembers what form this curse gives those that receive it.

The mad berserkers enjoy killing and murder, blood and skulls for their depraved rituals. As the Aspirant reads the page on this legion he grimaces- as well as the warnings on the page about the difference between Righteous Wrath and Sinful wrath are expounded upon.

The Holy Primarch Roboute Gulliman, the Avenging Son, the Lord of Ultramar and his sons. His many blessed sons, those of The Ultramarines and his successor chapters are many and vast.

The Blessings of the Avenging Son are manifold and can take different forms. Robust and with a complex social hierarchy, the Sons of Ultramar are more able to socialize with their brothers, even those from very far-flung parts of Imperium. This is Known.

The Aspirant frowns scratching his head, the actual creature or bug or something wasn't spoken of in this book. Which he wondered why that was.

Surely whatever creature it is, it would be as noble and powerful as the rest of the Holy Primarchs? A creature of power and strength, not all of them are predators, but are powerful all the same.

The Aspirant had checked- the Author of this version of the Primarchs and First Founding and the Blessings is a Son of Guilliman, which means the author surely knows. He wonders why it was deliberately left out.

He flips the page to the next chapter and reads about the disgusting, traitors, those fallen, bloated undead creatures of the 14th legion and their disgusting Demon Primarch Mortarion.

The Sons of this cursed, fallen legion are sometimes granted the features of a goat. The horns and unsettling eyes of the creature. This is Known. What other abilities this grant, no one in this time knows any more.

The aspirant shudders and sends a quick prayer to the God Emperor, he's heard whispers from his older brothers about how bad those disgusting, bloated corpses can be to try and fight against.

The shattered, fallen 15th legion, those wretched unfaithful psykers and their lost Primarch Magnus. What little is remembered and Known about them is the bird-like wings of ab Ibis and claws are sometimes granted.

The Aspirant finds it an Insult that those wretched traitors also sometimes have bird-like features. For the Holy Angels of the Imperium should be the ones with that blessing, and not any sort of traitors should.

The Sixteenth legion, those lying treacherous dogs, and their dead primarch, slain by the God Emperor themselves. Are occasionally cursed with the form of a hound. They can howl, shriek and hunt after those the find as prey.

This is Known. None alive can remember if those wretched dogs gain more than that. The Aspirant scowls and spits out a curse to that damned legion, and their hand in the interment of Him on Terra.

The Fierce and loyal Salamanders and their Loyal Primarch Vulkan are occasionally blessed with hides of sparkling green scales and the ability to breath fire. This is Known. There may be some other lesser-known blessings of this Primarch.

Be cautious of the temper of the Dragons of Nocturne and their successor chapters. The Aspirant winces, he's heard some of the stories of the Dragons- how kind they are to mortals, and how harsh their fury and judgment of their fellow Astartes can be.

The Holy Primarch Corvus Corax and his sons fly on silent, swift dark wings of a Raven. This is Known. If there is any other lesser-known blessings, the silent, stealthy sons of the Raven Lord don't speak of it to outsiders.

The Aspirant huffs, so many of the First Founding chapters are close-mouthed about just what they are capable of. It's frustrating, even if it's sensible from a strategic standpoint.

The 20th legion. Those traitors. Those L̷̗͚̙͓̭̺̤̭̣̤̝͍͚̘͕͓͗̏͘ớ̵̧̧̧̼̤͔̥̩̟́̍͌̾̒͗̅̇͑̕̚y̴̝͇͕̮̩͙̌̒̎̿̆̚̕͝a̶͉̠̩̹̳̭̮͙̔̓͑̌̓̑̈l̸̜̦̜̹̟̓̈́̿ḭ̶̢̣̮̟̯̟̱͙̼̍̈́̃̉̄s̷̖͕̠̖̗͒̋͑t̷̟̝͎̥͔̰͕̖̿͘͜ş̶̢̤̘̼͓̝͙̫͔̫͕̪̓̈́͘͝. The Sons of the Hydra are many. The form o̸̩͖̻͙̹̮̼̼̞͉̤̭̓̎̑̀́̍̍̊͘f̸̢̛̻̬͙̯̀̂͒̉̀̈̊̄̏̄̀̏̕͝͝͝ ̶̧̨͓̜̯͉͙̗̱̝̖͚͇͍̈́͑̚̕͘͜a̸̱̭̺͔̖̹̣̰͋̓̾̂ ̷̨̬̙̰̜̜̗̲͙̹͈̖̭͉̗͔̈́̈́h̶̡̬̲̹̘̞̳̻̣̝̩̩̅͌ỵ̴̗̊̽͗̇͊͂̐̂̋̋ḑ̸̛͍̦͈̯͉̙͇͍̤̤̯͉̯͔̄̔͂̀̏̈́͂̈́̕͝ŕ̶̡̬̩̪̞͕͗͆̊̒͗͗̎̓̿̋͜ȧ̴̡̛̠̗̦̠̤͍̔̿̉̎̔́̽́͝ is what they are c̴̛̲̦̊̓͗̅̎̊̕͠͝ų̵̰͙̦̘͚̗̰͓͔̬̖͎̼̠̃̏̑̄͠ͅr̶̼̬̤͉͉͔̙̳̫̟̻̤̩̟̻͔̈́́s̶͔̫̄͆̈́̔̈́̿̍̕͝ę̸̧̛̣̻͓̼͇̻̗̱̞̳̱̇̃̎͑͗̌̌̄̍͘͝ḏ̷̡̝̠̥̖͇̳̟͎̫͉͗́́̉͒̀̚̚ ̷̲͔͉̘͖́̉̅͒w̵̧̧̘̻̝̘͇̳͎̬̝̳͉̮͗͜i̷̧͔̍̀͊̾̉̒̑̏̅͊̅͛́̈̔̀̕t̴̢̪̻̙̩̼͔͓̩͐͐̌͋̕͜ͅh̴͇͕͕̯̗̀̑. Blessed with. It is Unknown what their form is.

[clownaddict]

Kurze: Nyerghehehe fooled again brother! You cannot teleport out of here with your hammer! I simply led you here to watch your hope of escape diminish! You are trapped with me here in my torture-maze forever!!

Vulcan: I see, but perhaps you have forgotten a small but very important detail, brother.

Kurze: and what is that?

Vulcan: My hammer is also- a hammer.

Kurze: wha- *gets whacked into the forth dimension*

[couldtransitionsaveher]

KONRAD KURZE from WARHAMMER 40,000

JUSTIFICATION:

"Received visions of a hellish future but grew up on Gotham but Everywhere and Worse so had a very fucked sense of morality that led to them helping usher in the dark future they constantly saw. Transitioning probably wouldn't have saved her but it would make her breakdowns more interesting." - @foxgirl-warcriminal

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Propaganda

Heinz Doofenshmirtz: He has a tragic backstory. It’s so tragic that not even his parents showed up for his birth. He also has a found family of ocelots! And a nemesis with whom he has a mildly homoerotic rivalry. He predictably gets his plans utterly decimated each time, but he never gives up! Give the guy props for tenacity. He’s also legitimately good at building crazy machines, his downfall is his habit of building self-destruct buttons. He’s ridiculous. He tries so hard. He’s such a babygirl.

Hector: No Propaganda Submitted

Baru Cormorant: No Propaganda Submitted

Konrad Kurze: No Propaganda Submitted

[askmalal]

“Give me a moment alone with him. He will see the light,”

- To the Emperor, regarding a recalcitrant allied Warlord.

“Better terror than slaughter. Better atrocity than genocide.”

- to Malcador

“One day, he will be wrong. And on that day… Those who have no reason to fear will suddenly discover it. I flatter myself to believe that, in already being disturbed by the possibility, I might comport myself with marginally more control.”

- on Horus

“Love him? Yes. I love my Father. Believe him? That is far more complicated. I believe his intentions are good and his logic sound. His willingness to embrace half truths to accomplish it… a grave strategic blunder.”

- to the Second Primarch

“I am something of an expert in the psyche, as well you know, brother. And I will tell you something I would rarely allow to slip from betwixt my lips. To see a soul so genuinely invested in the well being of others is as unsettling to the human mind as the presence of a psychotic. Both are cut from a similar cloth, you see. Aberrations, as it were. Frankly, he terrifies me. I am more comfortable in the presence of a psychic null.”

- to Sanguinius on Vulkan

- Konrad Curze, “On the Primarchs,” Volume XVIII

[sorcerousorigin]

Incorrect, Konrad Kurze is in your walls, Angron is running through your walls at horse-liquifying speed trying to find an advil

[druidwolf21]

*slides some stuff that give me ideas*

Imagine being Konrad Cruze daughter and what lucidity he have to protect the only innocent thing he has to any of his brothers or a nice base humans he told his legion to leave his daughter in their care knowing well she'll live a good and safe life that isn't him

And lest say after the heresy Guilliman ( after awakening and all ) there is a large planet in uncharted of space that has been trying to make contact as the one in charge have something or someone

As it's the list daughter of the Night Haunter, and she been in a force endiceted coma as she is using her ability that she inherited from her father and bit more to protect the denizen of the planet for chaos long as she can

So how would Guilliman be when situation liked that be a reaction?

*enjoy my brain dumb, you can ignore this if you want*

Ok first of all

NOT BRAIN DUMB

Brain good!!

I love this so so much!!!

I really hope you like this! Thank you for letting me write it! I rewrote it so many times

Little bit of fluff, little bit of angst!

CW: violence, bad language

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Konrad Kurze was a wraith, his breaths staggered and eyes wild as he tore through abandoned streets and lonely alleys. One armoured hand clutched under his tattered clothes as he ran. Above him lay a sky choked with clouds of thick chemical refuse, industrial towers spewing a blanket of toxic haze across the world and smothering the dim light of the dying sun to a muted grey sheen. The city was a maze of blistered stone and rusted iron, and the people were just as rotten. Violence and corruption wormed it's way into the soul of every living thing in Nostramo, leaving nothing in its wake but despair and blood. This was no place for humanity.

No place for you.

He paused for a moment, black eyes scanning the collapsing architecture before a sound drew his attention and he turned, teeth bared in feral snarl as he spun to the source. A small woman stepped from the shadow, a cloak bundled around her frail form as she shuffled forward. A bag swung from her shoulder and a small dagger flashed as her cape swayed with her movement.

"My lord" she croaked, weathered hands raised defensively as she approached "my lord I am here, as you commanded" she was still young, but worn out, brown hair flecked with grey and crows feet wrinkled around dull green eyes. Her youth fallen to the same fate as everyone who found themselves in this desolate place. Kurze didn't care. He stalked over to the woman, sniffing and puffing at her before finally stepping back. "Good, I didn't take you for a coward, Tela, but one can only judge so far" he bent low, his fetid breath fluttering the woman's lank hair as she froze. "You understand the... Importance of this job? The consequences should you fail?" She nodded in response. A small but firm gesture under the black stare of the primarch. "I do, my lord" she strained her neck back, staring Kurze in the eye as she spoke. "I have not failed you yet, night haunter and I do not plan to start now" Konrad rose to his full height, nodding thoughtfully before slowly drawing his own ragged cloak aside.

Clutched in his taloned hand, pressed to his chest, he held a child.

A small girl, clinging to his beaten robes with pale hands, eyes bright and large as she glanced around.

Tela watched as the hardened cold face of the lord before her softened, his hands, normally so quick to gore and maim, moved carefully as he lifted the girl from his warmth and placed her on the floor. The monster who terrorized Nostramo now stood as just a man, wrapping the child in a bundle of fabric. "Regardless of what you think of me, she deserves more than this" he growled, his eyes not leaving the girl as she laughed, unaware of the world around her. "She will be the best of us. Of me"

"your daughter will be safe with me, lord Kurze"

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Tela sat in the cargo hold, her body aching and cold from the cramped corner she hid herself in. The young girl squirmed and whined in the confines as the engines of the vessel roared to life, struggling against rocking motion as the trader ship began to depart.

"dad?" She questioned, looking at the old lady with big watery eyes, her bottom lip quivering. "Dad?"

"no sweetie, just me and you"

The girl began sobbing in earnest, tears streaming down her round face and reddening cheeks as she cried. Tela watched her for a moment, fingers twitching towards the blade at her hip. A primarch's child was an unusual thing in itself, but kurze's welp? She'd come with every intention of putting the abomination out of its misery, but this...this was not what she had expected. There was no fanged beast, no raging animal hellbent in gutting her and although the girl was larger than she should be at that age, her eyes seeing a little too much with each blurred blink, she was still just a little girl, missing her dad.

With a resigned sigh she held out her arms. "Come here, little one, I'll look after you" she cradled the girl against her chest, running frail fingers through her hair as she held her. A wave of emotion washed over tela and she blinked back tears that did not belong to her. She glanced down at the bawling toddler. A psyker too?

"what have I gotten myself into"

The two of them sat as the hull groaned and creaked around them, the sound of sobbing faded to a whimper as tela soothed her with soft words.

Shhh shhh it's ok, everything be be ok

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"Aunt Tela, I'm back!"

The elderly woman smiled from her seat on the porch, shawl drawn close around her bent shoulders to stave off the cold evening air. She raised a frail hand to you as you climbed the hill, becoming you over. "Hello love, I was beginning to worry about you"

You smiled and waved her concern off, dropping to a knee to press a soft kiss against the old woman's head. "Really Aunt, you should know better by now, I outsize and outpace everything on this planet" you laughed and raised back to your towering full height, lean muscles popping as you stretched. Tela shook her head, tutting. "I've told you before, if you get cocky, you'll get into trouble, there are things much bigger and stronger than you out there and we don't need you drawing more attention than you already do"

You chuckled softly and lowered yourself to sit on the grass in front of her, an elbow propped across your bent knee as you sat in comfortable silence staring out across the sprawling view. Wooden cabins and small holding rested on the hillside and beyond them, The city of Trahull bustled like an anthill below you, grey walls climbing high to defend the branching streets and alleys. Even from up on the hill top you could hear the faint mumble of chatter as the denizens went about their day, bartering for goods and services in the street. In the center of the city, coiled and proud, stood a spire. A titanic structure dwarfing the buildings around it, its pale marble colour stood in stark contrast to the dark concrete around it. From atop the steeple a pulse was emitted, an obsidian wave generating a translucent shield around the metropolis.

"we've been here a long time, Aunt, If someone was coming, they would've been here by now"

The old woman sighed and ran her fingers gently along your head in thought. "60 years is long for me, love, but it's a drop in the bucket for you, I need to make sure you'll be safe when I'm gone." You hummed in response, unwilling to acknowledge the way the conversation was going, deciding to enjoy the simple touch along your scalp instead. "The imperium hasn't taken much interest yet, but if they knew you were here they would..."

You reach over and gently grasped her fingers, your hand dwarfing her own as you held her. "Tela, I know, I remember all the stories, the primarchs won't find me, I swear" you turned to look at her and smiled "I promise I won't go looking for trouble"

"well trouble has a way of finding you, unfortunately"

You shrugged off the well intended accusation, huffing slightly as she flicked your head with a laugh. She suddenly grew quiet, he hands stilling in your hair.

"are you still having that nightmare?"

You swallowed dryly and nodded. Images flashed through your mind, the city burning, corpses littering the street, blood flowing down the alleys as red eyes flashed in the darkness. "your father had them too, don't dwell on them, lest you bring them to pass"

You both sat and watched the sun slowly dip below the horizon, the orange and red hues thrown from the evening casting a warm light across the terrain like molten gold. You shrugged the cloak from off your shoulders and slung it around Tela, the weighty material dwarfing her as she snuggled into the layers. "It seems like it was just yesterday that you were the one buried in fleece to keep warm" she sighed wistfully, picking at a loose thread on the purple material. "Now you're out there, protecting the cities from orcs and eldar" she clutched the cape to her, arthritic hands shaking as she pulled it against her. "Such a loud child, always making trouble"

You cocked an eye brow at her as she spoke, letting her reminisce as she leant back in her seat. "I feared you'd turn out like your father, thought I'd made a mistake, but here you are"

"here I am" you agreed, watching her rock slightly in her chair.

"my sweet girl"

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"Tela, Tela wake up, we need to move. NOW"

Tela opened her eyes groggily, seeing your concerned face peering at her through the darkness. "What? What's going on?"

"no time to explain, were going to Trahull"

You bent and clutched her to your chest, lifting her with ease as you kicked the cabin door open and you felt her stiffen against you.

From atop the hills peak you could see it all, screams and howls carried in the wind filled your ears as gunfire and artillery filled the air, the sky was crowded with ships and choked by thick black smoke that coiled and curled, blotting out the stars.

Barreling down the hill towards the city, the cries grew louder and the smell of burt flesh and scorched brick was overwhelming. You kept your eyes fixed ahead as you drove downwards towards the gate, jumping over bodies and piles of ash as the walls loomed closer. As you moved through the debris, you dropped low, clutching Tela to your chest as you crept forward. Your ears pricked for any sound as the burned remains of cabins and homes groaned and heaved around you. Bile rose in your throat as you recognized the remains of neighbours. people who had helped you, laughed with you, now discarded into the trampled earth like broken toys.

A noise

You paused, eyes flicking through the smoke as a shape began to emerge from the haze. Your eyes widened in surprise before you twisted and ducked down behind a smoldering beam. Blood red armour, fringed with gold and platinum, an axe, bloody and rusted dragging across the floor. His pauldron displayed a round mouth lined with jagged teeth. You drummed your thoughts, digging through your memory to try and recognize the sigil but the smell of ichor and the taste of iron on your tongue overloaded your senses.

"what is a marine doing here?" You hissed, trying to ground yourself. Tela moved against your grip, pulling the hood off her face to glance around. Sadness and rage consumed her features as she spoke. "World eaters, Angron's dogs" she spat. You glanced round the corner, watching the mass of Ceremite and muscle skulk off into the ash. "Why are they here? You always said the astartes were only sent in to" The old woman cut you off "I know what I said, but something isn't right here, we shouldn't linger"

You nodded and turned back around the corner.

You reeled backwards as a metal boot swung towards your face, narrowly missing you as you jumped backwards. You scrambled to your feet and hissed through your teeth, raising to your full height and glaring down at the warrior. The helmet tilted as the cold steel stared back up at you, pausing for a moment before hefting the axe to its shoulder.

"Tela, go and hide, I'll find you in a minute" you growled, placing her gently behind you. She placed a soft hand on your arm, looking up at you with concern before scurrying off. You stared down at the marine, eyes narrowed and fists clenched. You were not prepared for this fight, you had no armour and no weapons, only the soft tunic, trousers and cloak you had gathered before escaping.

"what do you want?"

You didn't understand the garbled words that were returned to you, and you didn't have time to think before a heavy blade was swung towards your center. Instinct took over and your body moved on its own as you twisted away and swung your fist at the gleaming helmet, catching the ornate crest and tilting the marine into a cartwheel sideways as his axe flew from his grasp and his helmet flew from his head. A sickening crunch as his leg twisted in Ceremite. All thoughts in your mind were muffled as a primitive voice took command.

Kill him

Tear him

Break him

You lunged after the marine, collecting his discarded axe from the ground as you charged. The marine turned to face you as he clambered to his feet, his injured leg giving way beneath his weight. bare face revealing a scarred visage, riddled with cables and cord that plunged under his skin and His lips drew back in a snarl as he ripped a bolter from is holster on his hip and began firing, the rounds tearing through wood and metal as they pinged through the wreckage. A burn in your shoulder as one embedded your flesh, another hissing past your cheek as it burned a furrow under your eye.

You raised the axe above your head and swung it down with a scream, cleaving through sinew and bone. The world eater's hands shot to his chest gurgling and choking as he pawed at the blood oozing from between the plates of his armour as he fell forward with a last rattling breath.

Casting the axe to the floor, you sucked breath into your lungs through clenched teeth. Blood thrummed in your ears and adrenaline pulsed through your body as you glared down at the corpse, you bit back a manic grin, high in the victory as you spun round.

"Tela, it's ok, he's dead"

No response

"Tela?"

Through the soft popping of cindered wood and battle cries you heard her, a soft whimpering emanating from the wreckage. Sprinting over, you collapsed next to her, eyes already burning as you tried to staunch the wound in her stomach. You ripped at your tunic, plastering the already drenched fabric against her to halt the flow. A soft hand found your face and you blinked tears away as she smiled up at you.

"You need to go"

"I'm not leaving you behind"

"you don't have a choice"

Head bowed, you sobbed, openly weeping as you continued to paw at spreading crimson on her belly. "Head to the city, the tower, if you can get there, you can keep the shield up" she coughed, her light frame spasming in pain.

"I can't do it, please mother" you wept, shaking your head. A warm smile spread across her palming face as her thumb ran gentle circles across your cheek. "yes you can, my love"

Her hand fell from your face and she sighed.

"always such a loud child"

And she was gone.

You screamed your despair into her body, pressing your face into her hair as you swore, begged, threatened someone, anyone to help. But no help came.

And you were alone.

After a while, you dragged yourself to your feet, casting one last look at her, you slowly made your way towards the city.

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Guilliman rubbed his temples and groaned inwardly at the sharp rap at his door.

"what"

"I apologize for the interruption my lord, but the astropath picked up a message, they said it was urgent."

The primarch motioned the serf and they scuttled forward, reaching up and placing the large rolled parchment on his desk before bowing hastily and making their exit. Roboute sighed again and reached out to the letter, a scowl creasing his brow as he cracked the wax seal and began to read. Blue eyes flickered over the page in disbelief, rereading the message before he lurched from his chair. Slamming open his door, he stormed down the corridor to the shock of the Invictarus guardsman stationed outside his office.

"my lord? What is happening?"

" That's what I'm going to find out" guilliman thought, as he made his way to the helm.

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The planet was desolate, the soil was barren and lifeless, motes of dust flying into the air as the thunderhawk landed. A small retinue of men stood outside, clad in thick protective robes and face shields to protect them from the acrid swirls of sand that danced along the seals of their suits as they waited for the primarch to depart.

"my lord primarch, such an honour, we are grateful for your decisive response" the leader uttered, dipping into a low bow as guilliman stepped from the vessel. "As soon as we found it, we knew it should be investigated at once, a rather splendid archeological find, if I may say."

Roboute gestured for the men to lead them as his guard readied bolter and blade. Following the men at a leisurely pace, he cast an eye around his surroundings. Whilst the outside world had been laid to waste, the city sat resplendent behind high walls, a tall tower peaked over the great palisade , emitting a purple hued barrier that shielded the occupants from the wasteland. The archeologists stepped through the barrier with barely a glance, but roboute paused, examining the barrier closely but pressing a gauntleted hand flat against its surface.

The barrier convulsed under his touch, a blue ripple passing through its surface briefly before fading again. He rubbed his fingers together, feeling a familiar psyching energy emanating from the barrier, but a strangeness alongside it he couldn't place. He stopped through the wrought iron gates and pressed on, listening to the gentle sounds of the city. The imperium had hardly laid a claim here, with only a few militarum patrolling the alleys. The streets were crowded but happy, children ran in-between the feet of market owners peddling their wears from bright stalls.

A small child ran into the back of his legs, clustering against the armour. He looked down, towering over the small boy, who picked himself up off, dusted his britches and looked up at him with a toothy smile, gaps in his front teeth and a bruise forming already on his forehead. "Sorry sir!" He laughed before squealing and running after his friends.

Guilliman's gaze traced after the boy as he ran, an almost wistful look across his stoic face before returning his attention to the tower. Approaching the base, he was directed to a large door, carved so intricately into the marble it was easily missed. Pushing it open revealed a set of steps driving down into the dark bowels of the earth.

"wait here, I'll go alone"

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It was so cold

Or maybe it was warm

A touch, cold metal reverberating, echoing

An image, a man clad in blue and gold

Where am I?

Is this.

.

.

Home?

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Roboute paced the sphere cautiously, examining the cables and pipes feeding from it into the heights of the building. The sphere was glass, or something similar at least, a fluid bubbled softly inside, iridescent and ethereal.

Floating in the liquid, was a girl.

Curled in the fetal position, her eyelids flickered like she was dreaming, fingers twitching gently as if to reach out and grasp. Her face was soft, but the similarities were undeniable.

"Konrad, what did you do" Guilliman muttered, running a hand through his blonde crop. "And to hide her for this long" he felt his hearts pounding in his chest, his rage at his brother surfacing, along with the grief of everyone he had lost. Konrad had been a monster, fueled by rage and fear, but would she be the same? Why was she here, who was she?

Why did he hide you?

He continued to patrol the edge of the receptacle, tapping and touching every so often. Thousand of theoreticals pouring through his mind as he measured and counted. Finally he stopped, pulling his fist back and shattering the glass with a deft punch.

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Everything was too cold and too loud, but all at once too quiet and too hot, you felt yourself falling forwards and a strong pair of hands catching you as you gasped, breathing air for the first time in

How long had it been?

Memories came flooding back to you, the attack, the devastation. You had entered the spire to boost the shield, to save the city, to sleep and forget it all.

So where am I now?

Above you hovered a man you had never seen, but felt so familiar. You reached a hand to him, cupping his cheek with a soft touch as you lay in his arms.

"I.... Know... You?"

"no" he whispered, leaning in slightly to the touch "but I'm here to help"

You closed your eyes again and nodded slowly, pulling your hand back "everyone... The city... They're ok?"

The primarch gazed down at your face, so much like his brother, and yet so soft. "You're worried about the city?"

"yes"

"the city is fine"

"good, thats good"

The lord of ultrimar sat, holding you gently as you faded in and out of consciousness. His head was a mess, filled with confusion and hope as he listened to you mumble. Kurze might have been an abomination.

But you might be better.

[2lim3rz]

Thinking about how the Primarchs (especially Horus) are so strong they’d be able to just manhandle you during sex.. they’re easily able to flip you around, pin you down, pull your legs open.. like these guys are the ultimate powertops when they wanna be lmao

"When they wanna be" is accurate because I can't see Lorgar and hmmm

Lorgar and maybe 1 other (one of the Twins?) not really dominating when in bed

"B-But Slimers, clearly Konrad-"

Look me in the eyes, anon, look me in the eyes and tell me Konrad wouldn't be pelvic bones turned to dust feral, and thus, not taking control of the situation?

Though because I'm also on this tangent, I can easily see some primarchs (Horus and MAYBE, just MAYBE if out of pure curiosity, Magnus) letting you take the reigns if only to later put you under their control

Also can you just IMAGINE, BEAR WITH ME, IMAGINE

Sanguinius

You imagine him to be soft, gentle

And he is!

For the first five minutes

[lord-jackalope]

I want a vampire boyfriend too 😭

[hansoape]

Hand Holding headcanons Primarch Edition

hi hello personal HCs for how the primarchs hold hands lets go (can be seen as romantic or platonic)

Lion El Jonson- He doesn't hold hands. If he wants your attention he'll just grab you or gaze broodily in your direction. If he likes you enough he might awkwardly pat your hand during a moment of severe emotional intensity.

Fulgrim- holds hands like true noble. Barely touching, light. Only using the tips of his fingers. Like how how a footman might assist a princess stepping out of a carriage. All regal airs and barely contained politeness. You WILL help him down the stairs like a good manservant.

Perturabo- Crushingly strong and hot as a furnace. Holds your hand with his entirety. Hands rough and calloused, but oddly comforting. Kinda sweaty. Subconsciously squeezes harder the more wound up he gets. Hand Hold Danger Level of about 6

Jagatai Khan- Has a surprisingly gentle touch but if he grabs your hand its because yall are about to start running so you better hang on. Holding hands with him isn't a comfort its a warning of impending shenanigans.

Leman Russ- 50/50 chance of breaking your hand when he goes to hold it. Too warm and enthusiastic, like getting your hand crushed by a giant toddler. You're not getting comforted you're about to get swung around his head like a toy.

Rogal Dorn- Might not be into hand touching, but also might try. Has to do it right. Proper grip and proper amount of pressure. Perfect on a technical level but emotionally detached. He will also instruct you on your own hand placement, for optimal holding. You WILL get a survey afterwards to rate how he did.

Konrad Kurze- you're never getting that hand back.

Sanguiny- His touch is soft and warm, and he'll hold you for as long as you need him too. Whether its relaxing at home or going to the dentist he will be there, tracing comforting circles on your skin with his thumb. Hand Holding Danger Level of 0. He knows how to do it. You can also hold his hand while he's anxious and he will greatly appreciate it, fingers interlocked loosely with yours.

Ferrus Manus- See's hand holding as a competition. Refuses to control his grip strength. Always keeps his hand in an eagle-claw formation for max grip. Only the strongest, with fingies of steel, may hold his hand. WILL judge you if you complain or try to correct him. Not a fun experience unless you like hand-fighting and arguing.

Angron- Looks scary, like he will bite your fingers off, but is actually great at hand holding. Keeps your hand firmly in place and will help you with anything. Going down the stairs, if you slip, need balance. If you need assurance he'll let you squeeze his fingers as hard as you want. WILL proudly hold your hand and roar at anyone tryna mess with you.

Guilliman- holding hands with him means you're going to be there for a few hours while he explains The Imperium at you. He doesn't comfort you, you comfort him. Rub circles on HIS skin with your thumb. He misses his mom you gotta soothe him.

Mortarian- Both unbearably warm and freezing cold. Clammy, sweaty, skin an uncomfortable gummy texture. Sticks to you when you try to let go. Sometimes his fingers accidentally corpse-lock and you gotta pry them open. WILL forget he's hanging onto you and will drag you along.

Magnus- Hit or miss with him. He's either too distracted to hold hands or suddenly too bashful. The best you can get is him entwining a clawed finger with yours, most likely when you are reading together in the librarius. A reminder of his affection towards you in the quiet moments of your lives.

Horus- Doesn't matter your relationship, will hold your hand like a jealous husband, like you are perpetually at risk of being snatched away. Grip a bit too tight, almost possessive. Will need breaks to keep your circulation healthy. Likes to hold the entirety of your hand in his. Don't lock fingers with him. He's going to hold you in a vice and you're going to like it.

Vulkan- 11/10 the SUPREME hand holder. Absolute perfection. Warm, gentle, makes your hand feel like its being hugged. Strong and protective. Completely engulfs your hand with his. Will hold your hand for as long as you want, doesn't mind he's just happy to be there. Its hard to just hold hands with him as the temptation to fully cuddle is an ever present threat. He WILL hold you like the gentlest softest mattress and you WILL fall asleep in his arms.

Lorgar- Holds your hand like a preacher about to baptize you. Palm against palm, held up in reverence. Not very comfortable. Will continue to hold you there even when your arm goes numb. No moving he's still preaching. What do you mean you can't feel your fingers you better keep holding on if you are truly taking his words to heart.

Corvus Corax- Hand holding will take some coaxing. Starts limp wristed at first, like his heart isn't fully in it. Gets huffy when you don't want to hold his hand anymore because of it. Will get better over time the more you encourage him. Starts to grab your hand when he's not even thinking about it, but won't acknowledge that he's doing it. WILL hold your hand while you explore ancient grave sites.

Alpharius Omegon- Won't hold your hand, but you can watch them hold hands with each other.

[opheliagreif]

Adam, Leo und die Gefühle

Ich hatte hier

einen Auszug aus dem neuen Interview mit Daniel Sträßer gepostet und einige von euch (überraschend viele) haben den Punkt mit den Gefühlen aufgegriffen. Eben dass sie keinen Zugang zu ihren Gefühlen haben.

Ich habe mich gefragt, ob das tatsächlich so ist und habe die Chance genutzt, im ersten Schritt mal DfL noch einmal Revue passieren zu lassen. Mir hat sich ein anderer Eindruck vermittelt, den möchte ich hier mal darlegen, ich wäre aber ganz glücklich über ein paar Antworten von denjenigen, die geschrieben haben, dass die beiden eben keinen Zugang haben. Wie kommt ihr zu eurem Urteil?

Ich fang mal an, wie ich zu meinem komme.

Ich stelle vorab mal eine steile These auf: Der Zugang zu den Gefühlen ist da, zeigt sich aber eher durch Mimik und Gestik, aber auch durch Taten, als durch direkt an das Gegenüber gerichtete Worte.

Ich konzentriere mich mal nur auf Das fleißige Lieschen, ansonsten würde das hier ausarten. Bei Bedarf gerne mehr. Also.

Leo ist bestürzt und überrascht, als er Adam das erste Mal sieht (Minute 9). Als sie zusammen im Auto sitzen und Adam ihm sagt, dass er ihn vermisst hat, umarmen sie sich innig. Auf beiden Gesichtern ist schon zu sehen, dass sie sich mögen, was ich als Zuneigung interpretieren würde. Gleichwohl zögert Leo ein bisschen, scheint sich noch nicht so ganz sicher zu sein, wie er damit umgehen soll.

In der Befragung mit Konrad Hofer (ungefähr Minute 21) ist Adam sichtlich betroffen von der Gewalt des Patriarchen. Man sieht die schlechten Erinnerungen und das Unwohlsein auf seinem Gesicht.

Minute 23 hasst Adam den Pförtner (und die Schranke) mit Leidenschaft.

Als Adam und Leo dann im Anschluss im Büro streiten und Leo Adam an den Kopf wirft, ob in ihm nicht etwas hochkocht und ob er sich nicht mal um seine eigene Familie kümmern sollte, ist Adam deutlich wütend (ab Minute 30). Leo nicht ganz so sehr, weil er immer noch beschwichtigen möchte.

Wo Leo aber deutlich frustriert ist, ist, als Adam ihm an den Kopf wirft, dass er gar nicht wisse, was in ihm vorgehe.

Daran schließen sich die jeweiligen Gespräche im Familienkreis an. Leo mit seiner Schwester und Adam mit seiner Mutter. Leo scheint niedergeschlagen zu sein, Adam fühlt sich unwohl, sobald das Thema Leo und Roland aufkommt.

Ab Minute 39 dürfen die Beiden dann kurz glücklich miteinander sein, während sie nachts Akten wälzen und sich anlächeln. Nur damit Adam Leo zwei Minuten später wütend vor Esther und Pia verteidigt.

Als Leo Weisser hinterherhechtet, überrollen ihn seine Erinnerungen und Ängste bezüglich einer Schussabgabe. Er kann es nicht, bleibt stehen, lässt Weisser entkommen.

Adam stellt ihn und als sie sich auf dem Parkdeck unterhalten, ist Leo verzweifelt, glaubt, er sei eine Gefahr für jeden Kollegen (Minute 58).

In der 75. Minute besucht Adam seinen Vater und da überkommt ihn der von Leo avisierte Hass auf seinen Vater, äußert sich in einem körperlichen Übergriff und einem herzhaften "Fuck you!".

Bei Lida Tellmanns Geständnis und der Erzählung von Erik Hofers Grausamkeit ist Leo sichtlich berührt und getroffen, Adam wiederum erschüttert durch Erinnerungen an seine eigene Vergangenheit (Minute 84).

Mein Fazit wäre: Sie haben Zugang zu ihren Gefühlen und zeigen das auch. Aber gemeint sind eher allgemeine Gefühle und nicht die Gefühle füreinander. Die laufen meines Erachtens nicht oft auf einer klar formulierten Ebene, sondern über nonverbale Kommunikation und Mimik und Gestik. Das ist teilweise in den kommenden Teilen da aber auch anders.

Ich denke, die Messlatte, die dafür angelegt ist, ist auch die Vergleichsmasse an männlichen Rollen, die eben keine Gefühle zeigen dürfen, die man insbesondere im Krimi- und Actiongenre gefunden hat. Und da weichen sie deutlich von ab, denn es heißt ja nicht umsonst "there's Tatort in my drama".

Was meint ihr? Seht ihr es anders?

[untitledesquire]

Completely scientific and objective Primarch Tier List

1. Jaghatai Kahn, Kaghan of Chogoris cause he go fast.

2. Lion El’Jonson, cause he like trees.

3. Lorgar Aurelian, cause he just like me FR.

4. Vulcan, cause he best boi 💕

5. Alpharius and/or Omegon, cause he/they are the best loyalist/traitor to ever play the game.

6. Horus Lupercal, cause he heresy.

7. Robute Guilliman, cause he Hermes Conrad.

8. Magnus the red, cause he did nothing wrong.

9. Rogal Dorn, cause he just another brick in the wall.

10. Ferrus Mannus, the Cyclopes, cause he make guns good.

11. Fulgrim, the Phoenician, cause he babygirl.

12. Angron, The Red Angel, cause he hulk smash.

13. Corvus Corax, cause he batman.

14. Sanguinius, the blood angel, cause he cool but I haven’t read many books with him and don’t have a great sense of his character yet.

15. Perterabo, the Lord of Iron, cause he’s simply the worst.

16. Konrad kurze, the Night Haunter, cause he somehow worse than Peter.

17. Mortarian, Lord of death, cause he look like Rufus the Mole Rat.

18. Missingno1, cause he [redacted]

19. Missingno2, cause he [redacted]

[augustotterrr]

If Konrad Kurze had a vagina, I would dive into it.

Sorry.

[sorormaior]

hey if there was a konrad kurze movie, what would you want it to be about and who would you want to play konrad?

gosh! incheresting question. honestly I wouldn’t want it to be live action. I think I’d want an animated film, maybe something in the style of Arcane? Always thinking about it tbqh.

As for what it would be… I guess I’d want to see the beginning! Him doing his Thang on Nostramo and maybe early parts of him on the Great Crusade? :DDD