#malcemps

[stlptr]

[yesthe-artblog]

(og image below)

[wolf-tail]

Been watching Drag Race lately, thought of an utterly atrocious cross over

[marz-barzz]

In honor of the gayest month I shall be as tradition; Drawing the emperor of mankind kissing malcador the sigillite ON THE LIPS

[horuslupercal]

very quick bc I have to go to work now

[hermit-corpse]

This one is so cute! I don't like to leave my home but I will hang out taking photos for them❤️

Yet the grim-dark theme changing card doesn't look very good. I'm still looking for the suitable shop.

[partyinvalhalla]

Weird question, are you and malcador homies that kiss each other good night?

"We are more than mere 'homies', dear mortal. He is a part of me, and I a part of him. We are halves of each other's souls. To exist without the other is pain unlike anything you can imagine."

[mournivaldisco]

Nothing will convince me that the three-step day/evening/night progression of this sentence isn't romance-coded.

I can't properly explain why, it just is

[lolipop1920art]

Good Gw should finally just say Emps and Malcador were lovers already

[two-reflections]

⭐?

This ask is in response to this fanfic writer's Director's Cut meme!

Let's talk about the first Warhammer 40k fanfic I wrote when returning to the fandom last year, Under the Aurora. Before that, I wrote a small mountain of fic for a Dark Heresy game that ended in 2017, but I hadn't written any other 40k fic.

Under the Aurora is my speculation on how the Emperor and Malcador met. In it, Malcador, who is on a campaign of revenge against the warlords who have destroyed the remnants of human history, chases a figure he calls the Golden Warlord though the polar night, meaning to assassinate him. The Golden Warlord is, of course, the Emperor. They speak and Emps gives Malcador a genuine chance to kill him with a piece of fulgurite. Malcador ends up tossing it away and embracing a path that would eventually lead to greater ruin than that which he sought to avenge. A tragic irony, imo.

I'm really not a Horus Heresy fan, but I find Malcador to be a very fun character. Ancient beside the primarchs, young beside the Emperor and most other perpetuals. Ridiculously powerful and logistically-minded, but still a man. He's just so neat.

I find the concept of perpetuals interesting and like that 40k doesn't seem to use them as the solution to everything even though they could absolutely disbalance the setting. I feel like some of the backlash to them lies in them seeming a bit, well, "superhero-ish" in a Universe that otherwise has a very different vibe. I can understand that criticism, but I also think they provide a very interesting theoretical rabbit hole to go down when considering perpetuals in contrast to psykers and blanks. Pretty much everything in 40k can be explained as warp chicanery, but what sort of warp chicanery leads to perpetuals? It was thinking about that that led me to the ideas the Emperor expresses to Malcador in my story.

However, I wrote this story last October, only a month before The End and The Death: Part 2 came out. I knew when I wrote my story that there was a chance it would quickly become obsolete. It didn't quite, but it absolutely could have. Some details are probably a bit off, though - I now think it's more likely that the Emperor met Malcador slightly before his pilgrimage to Molech, with Malcador's resources helping him to get there.

However, I don't think TEATD actually says this is the case, so I'm happy to leave my story as it is, with them meeting shortly after the Emperor has returned from Molech.

Aside from these quibbles, one thing I'm not sure I fully made clear in the story (partially because it's from Malcador's perspective) is that the Emperor's goal was never to take the Svalbard Seed Vault. It was to bait Malcador into trying to kill him so he could finally have his fated best bud/boyfriend by his side again.

Thanks for the ask! If this isn't the story you wanted to hear about or you'd like to hear about another, please feel free to request again!

[stlptr]

[ms--lobotomy]

platonic malcador x reader??? he's such a girldad and we could be some imperial agent or smthn I don't really mind as long as I get that SWEET SWEET cute grandpa moments bc I know you will always cook

Howdy! Sorry this one's so late, I was finishing my degree so requests kind of fell off the face of the earth for a bit. I'll try to get a good portion of them done, though! Enjoy!

Summary: Talking shit with your honorary girldad Malcador

Word Count: 744

Content Warnings: No clear base coat for doing nails, sue me. Implied malcemps, if you squint, and also the implication that reader has sister(s).

Image Credit: @squishyowl

It wasn't often that you got to take some time for yourselves. But your particular order of inquisitors had a meeting today, and you were going to look good for it. So you'd excused yourself to your temporary quarters, sent a quick vox message to your friend, and waited on a response as you threw on whatever caught your eye and arranged a few colors of nail polish for the two of you to choose from.

Hey Malc, I have a bit of time before the meeting today. Wanna do our nails? Cool. Thanks. You signed off with your name, sinking back into your chair and sitting there for a second.

The walls felt like they were closing in on you. Sure, these were temporary quarters, but this room felt more like a closet than a temporary accommodation. You were hunched over the dresser, fixing your hair when you heard a knock at the door. Your head snapped around. A yawn was audible through the door, and you grinned.

"I haven't got all day," he said. You could hear the smile in his voice as you headed over to the door, opening it with a slight creak. His breathing was loud, but nothing out of the ordinary for him, and he carried a stunningly large staff. It almost didn't fit through the door, but as he made his way in, he made it work.

"Malc!" you exclaimed. "Come in, if you can fit-"

"This used to be a closet," he mumbled. He made his way to the chair that you'd set out for him, something that much mismatched the one you had taken for yourself. "Looks like they're putting people just anywhere these days."

"Oh," you said. If you were friends with the Sigilite, you didn't want to know how the others of your order were rooming. You blotted the thought out of your head, and turned to the set of nail polish you'd set out.

"So we have green, and teal, and..."

"Green."

You blinked. You ran a finger over the crimson red nail polish, but his eyes were set on the cool green polish at the very front of the row.

"Green it is," you said, as you slid the green over to him and took the red for yourself.

"No, no, I want to do each other's," he said. There was a softness to his voice, one that was always reserved for private interactions between the two of you.

"Sure!" you exclaimed, switching the red and the green before laying down some paper towels to catch any overflow. He watched with bemusement as you hurriedly took out the green polish and rolled up his sleeves, placing his bony hands against the paper towels.

"What's the rush?" he asked as you started to paint the first stripe onto them.

"Rush?" you asked. "Weren't you the one who said you didn't have all day or something?"

Malcador sat back in his chair. Despite it being the sturdier option, it made a slight creaking noise. "I did," he said, his eyes closing as you worked with the first layer. "I've just never had any daughters, is all."

You paused for a second before continuing to swipe color across his fingernails. "No daughters?" you asked, looking up at him incredulously. "You're Perpetual, right? You've had all the time in the world to... uh..." you trailed off before clearing your throat. "My bad."

He smiled a wry smile. "You could say the Primarchs were partially my doing, yes," he said. "I wanted girls, you see. Much less arguing, and activities like this are more likely to be in the picture."

"Less arguing?" you smirked before bursting into full on laughter. "Clearly you never grew up with any sisters." You tilted the paper towel a little bit as you moved onto his right hand, painting it just as carefully as you'd painted his left. Silence filled the room for a moment before he spoke again.

"None of the Primarchs ever did my nails," he said with a hint of playful spite to his voice. "Even the ones we found early. Horus was always too important for things like this."

"Horus, huh?" you asked before the next words flew out of your mouth without much thought. "Guess I'm just better than him."

"Be careful saying that," he replied as you finished his pinky. "But do say that in front of him. I want to know how it goes."

Taglist: @bispecsual @justeverythingnothingelse @bleedingichorhearts @nekotaetae @historitor-bookshelf

[wolf-tail]

Erda and Malcador fighting over who gets to suck the Big Honkin Imperial Bazongas tonight

[horuslupercal]

[hermit-corpse]

yes, this is the changing card.

[heuldoch7b]

i have nothing to say for myself