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literaryvein-reblogs · 3 months ago

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Writing Notes: The Arcana Interpretations

symbolism for your next poem/story (pt. 1)

1. The Magician

The beginning, the first cause, Mercurial influence

Good: Dexterity, ability, diplomacy, eloquence, convincing ways, an alert mind, a quick mind, business acumen

Bad: A persuasive boaster, an illusionist, intrigue, careerist, politician, charlatan, imposter, liar, a crook, an exploiter; an agitator, a lack of scruples

2. The Priestess

Mystery, intuition, devotion, passive Saturnian influence

Good: reserved, discreet, quiet, meditation, faith, patient, religious feelings, resignation, modesty; necessary inaction

Bad: hidden intentions, dissimulation, hypocrisy, inaction, laziness, sanctimonious, holds a grudge, an indifferent disposition, interest in the mystical

3. The Empress

Prudence, discretion, idealism and intellectual solar influence

Good: Understanding, intelligence, instruction, charm, courteous, sociable, elegance, distinction, politeness; domination by the mind, abundance, riches; servility

Bad: Affectation, poseur, stylish, vanity, pretentious, disdain, frivolity, idleness, luxury, extravagant; sensitivity to flattery, lack of refinement, ways of nouveaux riche

4. The Emperor

Firm, positivism, executive power, Saturnian-Martial influence

Good: Right, rigid, certitude, fixed ideas, realization, perseverance, strong willpower, acts on decisions; powerful protector

Bad: Tenuous opposition, stubborn, hostile prejudice, opinionated, bad government, big risks of failure; tyranny, absolutism

5. The Pope

Duty, morality, conscience, Jupiterian influence

Good: Moral authority, respectability, teaching, good advice, goodwill, indulgent, generosity, forgiveness; meekness

Bad: Papal sentence, strict moralist, strict teacher, small-minded theorist, bombastic preacher; an adviser with a lank of practical sense

6. The Lovers

Feelings, freewilled, testing, double influence of Venus or more exactly Ishtar the war like star of the morning, then amorous as the stars go down

Good: Voluntary determinism, choice, wished, aspirations, desires; examinations, deliberations, responsibility; affections

Bad: To go through doubts and indecision; dangerous temptation, the risk of being seduced, misconduct, liberty, weakness, lack of heroism

7. The Chariot

Triumph, command, superiority, Martian-solar influence

Good: Legitimate success, deserved advancement, talent, health, aptitudes put to good effect; governmental tact, diplomacy, efficient direction, appeasement; progress, mobility, journeys on land

Bad: Unjustified ambition, lack of talent, usurped situation, illegitimate government, dictatorship, harmful concessions, dangerous opportunism, worrying about which way to go, preoccupations, overworked, feverish activity without rest

8. Justice

Order, regularity, method, equilibrium, placid lunar influences

Good: Stability, conservatism, organization, normal functioning; law, discipline, logic, coordination, adapting to necessities, moderate opinions, practical sense, reason, administration, economy, obedience

Bad: Bourgeoisism, submission to users, lack of initiative, slaving over books, functionalism, papers; police station; legal dispute, law suit, quarrel, exploitation of the legal system

9. The Hermit

Prudence, reserve, restriction, Saturnian influence

Good: Isolation, concentration, silence, profoundness, meditation, study; austerity, continence, sobriety, discretion; doctor, discreet occultist

Bad: Timid, misanthrope, mute, exaggerated circumspection, lack of sociability, sullen character; avarice, poverty, celibacy, chaste; conspirator

10. The Wheel of Fortune

Destiny, instability, lunar-Mercurial influence

Good: Sagacity, an opportunist, luck in all undertakings, luck, fortuitous success; spontaneity, an inventive disposition, liveliness, good humour

Bad: Carelessness, speculation, game, insecurity, unserious, the unexpected, gypsy character; unstable situation, sudden change, winnings and losses; adventures, risks, minor fortune

11. Strength

Virtue, courage, Jupiter-Mars influence

Good: Moral energy, calm, intrepid; mind over matter; intelligence conquering brutality; subjugation of passions; success in industry

Bad: Anger, impatience, immoderate enthusiasm, insensibility, cruelty, fighting, war, conquering with violence, a surgical operation, vehemence, discord, fire

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satoshy12 · 1 year ago

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Dani x Billy Batson.

The Daughter of the Ghost King Pariah Dark, A cute romance

Billy asked his coworkers to join him; he wanted to meet his girlfriend family. So He took the Martian Manhunter and Hawkgirl with him. Being cool aliens would work out in his favor! Sorry, Superman, but you are a boring alien... Well, Billy looked happy as the portal opened and they visited. And before them was the massive Pariah Dark. (Archfiend Emperor First Lord of Horror for how massive he is), with cute Dani near him.

Billy:" You two talk while I talk to Princess Dani!"

Leaving both heroes alone with someone who is as bad as Trigon. Ironically, J'onn and Shayera were able to talk and understand themselves with him, and the young Heir Phantom was a big fan of them being aliens.

And that was how Billy was able to make a good first impression on his girlfriend's family!

+ Billy as they returned to the Watchtower:" See it wasn't that bad!"

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victorckk · 6 months ago

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YIPPEE !!!

Finally a new template I can use the heck out of :)

HELLO SELFSHIPPERS - I bring to you, a selfship ship template ! This has been floating around my discord server for a little while but i am now posting it on tumblr ! Use it and share it as you wish but please do not cut out my credit!

#oc x canon #selfship #f/o community #emperor belos #philip wittebane #blythe jinx #blytebane #marvin the martian #👑 prince casimir #martianshipping #Blythe and belos don’t need to cook or clean #I mean I assume the scouts do all that or something #Abd Belos literally snorted wooden animals so

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dcdreamblog · 10 days ago

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ok so i have to Aks

What Was The 1st Alien Invasion Of Earth?

and What Was The 1st Alien Invasion post The start Of The Age Of Heroes?

This is KIND of an unanswerable question, if only because the answer will always change depending on how you define both words in the term "Alien Invasion"

(An artistic depiction of Krypton's explosion by comic artist Bill Sienkiewicz)

I've stated before that as best I can tell the first Alien Superhero the world became fully aware of was Superman (The Martian Manhunter had been on Earth longer but chose to keep his alien identity a secret for rather obvious reasons). Now while it WAS an alien coming to Earth without the knowledge or consent of Earth's authorities in both cases I don't think anyone would class Superman or the Martian Manhunter as "invaders" (unless you're one of those Luthorites who keeps emailing me these days). The Manhunter was brought here on accident against his will and Superman arrived as possibly the most inarguable definition of a refugee in history. Going further back we have the mysterious intersection between the Thanagarian Empire and the Egyptian Empire under Pharaoh Khufu but none of the information we've thus far discovered about that period, even through all the argument about the details, shows any credence to the idea of prolonged Thanagarian presence on Earth and certainly not any kind of military conflict which I'm sure is more what you had in mind.

In reality, the answer is probably just unsatisfying by definition. Once the Silver Age of Heroes began with the debut of Superman and the following appearance of heroes like Green Lantern and Martian Manhunter our world became much more connected with the wider universe then we ever could have expected. Dozens of "invasions" take place every year and are halted at various stages of the process by the many heroes who fight for Earth's or the wider galaxy's interests in outer space. Many of these can hardly be called "invasions" given that they're conducted by lone criminals or petty warlords rather than full blown, recognized galactic states however it's pretty much impossible for me to nail down which of the many alien threats turned back at our metaphorical shores was a real "invasion" in the geopolitical sense because as frustrating as it is, Earth is still not privy to that kind of information. I just don't know which alien threat over Metropolis is the reigning emperor over 1000 worlds out somewhere beyond the Crab Nebula or if he's some space lane grifter with delusions of grandeur.

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logarithmicpanda · 2 months ago

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25 in 2025

@asexualbookbird tagged me and I'm gonna combine it with @bookcub's tag of "books I'm excited to read in 2025:

Let's do it by 5: 5 books carrying over from last year, 5 new releases, 5 books from my physical tbr, 5 rereads, 5 library books

Ruin of Kings by Jenn Lyons

God Emperor of Dune by Frank Herbert

The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez

Starless by Jaqueline Carey

Lake of Souls by Ann Leckie

Oathbound by Tracy Deonn

The Martian Contingency by Mary Robinette Kowal

Everybody Wants to Rule the World Except Me by Django Wexler

The Incandescent by Emily Tesh

Brighter than Scale, Swifter than Flame by Neon Yang

Heavenly Tyrant by Xiran Jay Zhao

Rebel Blade by Davinia Evans

The Fortunate Fall by Cameron Reed

Blood Over Bright Haven by M.L. Wang

Le Phare au Corbeau by Rozenn Illiano

The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski

Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh

Assassin's Apprentice by Robin Hobb

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

Exordia by Seth Dickinson

Acceptance by Jeff VanderMeer

Thunder City by Philip Reeve

Lonely Castle in the Mirror by Mizuki Tsujimura

The Blacktongue Thief by Christopher Buehlman

I have no idea who has done the tag already so uh @blueberreads @drawnecromancy @the-lightbulb-and-the-octopus @howlsmovinglibrary @agardenandlibrary @freckles-and-books @nerdishfeels

#tag games #2025 wrap up

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bookwyrminspiration · 4 months ago

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Hey quil, I trust your book taste, can you give me some reccs perchance? I’m not picky, whatever your faves are

of course! you'll have seen some of these before in my dragon recs list, but I'll throw in some other ones too :)

A Chorus of Dragons by Jenn Lyons; My favorite book series of all time. I can't tell you what it's about because discovering that is part of the plot. Genuinely changed how I think about fantasy and writing. This post goes into a tiny bit more detail but I cannot stress enough it only covers like 2% of the story it makes me FERAL you just need to trust me and stick it out through the confusion (trigger warnings)

Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution by RF Kuang; young Robin is taken from his home in Canton to England when his family dies, his knowledge of Cantonese invaluable in a world where language, via silver bars, can literally become magic. The British Empire is working to collect all it can for its own gain, but as Robin grows up and learns more of how the world works, how it wants to use him, the more he finds it shouldn't be this way. A beautiful story on loss, oppression, imperialism, injustice, and language's role in identity. I cried.

The Memoirs of Lady Trent by Marie Brennan; Isabella, now an old woman, recounts how she became the most renowned dragon naturalist in the world--overcoming misogyny, maneuvering through politics, and more. Follow her from childhood to present day around the world, studying dragons in the field. This story has wonderful characters, critiques the "not like other girls" trope, has beautiful relationships (including platonic!), a lot of action and intrigue alongside the fascinating science, animalistic dragons, and!! SO many pictures! the artwork it's seriously incredible. Love this series

The Bone Houses by Emily Lloyd Jones; around Colbren, the dead don't stay dead. Ryn, a young gravedigger, agrees to take the mysterious visiting mapmaker, Ellis, to the abandoned castle, because she needs the money to support her two siblings and in hopes of stopping the worsening curse. Ellis, found near the woods as a babe, hopes to find some remnant or clue to who his family was, who he was. together, they must face the walking dead, find the abandoned castell where this all started, find the answers, and find themselves. I adored it's tone, characters, how it handled death and grief, everything. it reads like a fairytale in the best way

The Martian by Andy Weir; Mark Wattney's an astronaut on Mars when a storm hits, forcing the mission to return to earth prematurely--but he doesn't make it to the shuttle in time, they presume him dead, and leave devastated. now alone on Mars, Wattney's got to figure out how to survive--and how to get in contact with earth and let them know, hey, uh, I'm still here guys. one of my favorite hard sci-fi books of all time. Wattney is such an entertaining, intelligent guy; he'll have you laughing, then on the edge of your seat as Mars tries its best to kill him. this one also comes with a movie :)

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn; Bree's in an early-college program, grappling with the very recent death of her mother. when she stumbles into creatures that shouldn't exist, magic, it starts to look like her mom's death might not have been an accident. she finds a secret society of the descendants of king arthur + the round table, inheriting their powers to defend the world from a different plane--and Bree needs to find out what they know. but getting in is difficult as a Black girl, especially when their guard dog is convinced she's a demon. a beautiful story on grief, Black generational trauma, racism, identity, and more. we're eagerly awaiting book three this spring <3

The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir; of course I had to include this one--tonally similar to ACOD in that you WILL be confused <3. The Emperor Undying needs necromancers; Gideon doesn't give a shit, but the girl she's been raised alongside, Harrowhark, the heir of the house on their far away planet, doesn't give a shit that Gideon doesn't give a shit. She contracts Gideon to serve as her guard, her cavalier, as Harrowhark travels to the Emperor's planet to compete to become one of his right hands. Except as the competition progresses, something's...wrong. fatally, lethally wrong. people keep turning up dead, and if they don't figure this out, they could be next.

I'll stop there, but I hope you find something you like on that list! If you (or anyone else) have any more specific requests or guidelines for recs, feel free to send them :)

#book recs #book recommendations #quil's queries #nonsie #these are in no particular order except for acod at the top #i think i gave all of these five stars?#okay yeah. these are all personal 5 star reads #look upon them and realize things about me <3

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mothiir · 8 months ago

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little rabbit, part iiii

the emperor is going to give Gulliman his woman back any moment now. Just one more night. And one more after that.

cw: noncon, anal sex, roboute whump, size kink. Inappropriate use of a dreadnought

If anyone were to question the Emperor’s decisions, he would have been able to — without hesitating nor obsfucating — rattle off a long list of incredibly valid reasons why it was imperative that Roboute’s ‘one night’ of strategising with Valdor stretched into one, two, and then three weeks. At the end of the conversation, the hypothetical asker would be left feeling incredibly foolish that they had even considered an alternative — indeed, they would likely be on their knees, thanking their lord for permitting them such astonishing insight into His thought processes.

(Again: the Emperor is not a god, most adamantly — yet the capital letter sneaks into his pronouns all the same)

However: no one questions the Emperor’s decisions, save Malcador, and then only rarely. And so it goes that the day becomes a week, becomes three, and Gulliman remains on Terra, and the Emperor attends to a variety of very important and eldritch work, with one key difference to his normal schedule of important and eldritch work: for much of it, he has Gulliman’s sweet little woman on his lap, bouncing and gasping, her face pressed into his armoured chest, her tiny hands curled tight in his robe. Or under his desk as he discusses plans with his Warmaster; her awkward slippery tongue laving around the head of his cock, both hands slicking her spittle down his shaft to compensate for her inability to take him fully into her throat, or even all the way into her tiny little mouth. His face does not register a change of expression, even when he spends himself all over her face (and much of her chest); the only indication that something is happening is her little warble of dismay when she discovers he is stil hard, and still expecting her to continue, with her sore hands and aching jaw.

He fully intends to return her, of course. She was a tasty little distraction, but he has since tired of her — humans hold so little interest for him nowadays, unimportant flickers of time, stitches in his grand design for the salvation of Humanity as a whole — and so her only real remaining purpose was to serve as a lesson to Gulliman (do not attach yourself to mortal humans; you are not bred to be a father; you are bred to be my warrior). And she has served that.

So. He will return her. This small human girl. Whom he has no interest in anymore, and no reason for keeping. Absolutely tired of her.

On the third week, he fucks her against the side of a Dreadnought. She mewls protest, as she so often does, pointing out that the poor thing is in the process of waking up — it will once more march against Humanity’s enemies in battle — but he knows best (of course) and assures her that the occasion will only register to the war machine as a very odd dream. Yes, he acknowledges, they could retire to his chambers but he must meet with the damn Martian order soon, and he wants her now.

The next day she can barely walk — when he first took her, she would have days to recover between encounters, but with the prospect of returning her to her Primach looming over his head he finds that his appetite for her has increased.

Instead he politely listens to her mewling protests that she’s sore, that she just needs a moment, and smiles at the casual way she denies him. She’s getting used to his presence; her little tantrum doesn’t cause her body to rebel and bleed.

“You’re sore? That’s fine. There are other ways.”

He flips her onto her belly, and reaches for the oil she normally combs through his hair, and coats his fingers in it. When the tip of his index finger brushes between her cheeks she freezes all over, and he can’t help a surge of proprietary joy.

“You’ve never been taken here?”

“No — Roboute — Gulliman never — “

The thought of taking her virginity in at least one way pleases him mightily.

(Again, the hypothetical questioner may ask: I thought individual humans did not matter —)

(This time they would not receive anything resembling an answer. They would be lucky to escape skull intact).

He fingers her open slowly, though one of his fingers is equivalent to the manhood of a human, and it doesn’t take long before she starts her usual performance of leg-kicking and whimpering into the pillow. She pants that he’s too big, and his smile somehow grows even more self-satisfied and smug. The celestial cat that ate the divine canary.

“I am, aren’t I? Far too big. And you’re too small.”

He curses as he pushes in; she’s tight as a vice around him, and her whimpers turn to outright cries. For a moment, he is transported back to a simpler time: an enemy’s city burning around him, the enemy dead at his feet, the enemy’s daughter bent over the blackened wreckage of his throne. Then he returns to the present, to the warmth of her body around him as he inches his way inside; her velvet soft innards opening up so beautifully for him, drawing him in deep even as she blubbers, staining his sheets with her tears. He runs one hand down the length of her spine, angling her into an arch more to his liking, then presses in another degree. She screams.

“Gods —“

“No gods here, little rabbit,” he murmurs, kissing her neck. “Only Me.”

A little longer. He’ll keep her a little longer. It can do no real harm.

#emperor/reader #my writing

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sleepyfan-blog · 8 months ago

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First Meetings

Author’s Note: Author’s Note: This is the next part of the Raised on Terra AU! First. Previous. Next. A big thanks to @plagueparchments, @undeaddream, @kit-williams and @bleedingichorhearts for allowing me to borrow their OCs for this fic!

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @sharenadraculea @whorety-k @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Warnings: swearing, verbal threats

Summary: The newly assigned caretakers to the Primarchs meet their charges for the first time, and each other.

“So… These are the Primarchs, huh? I wasn’t expecting them to be so little.” Baphomet hummed as she leaned over one side of the bassinet holding one of her newly assigned charges. Nine peered up at her with sanguine eyes as he flared his oversized, fledgling-down wings up at her “Good morning to you too, ya little shit.” She cooed at the fussy little primarch. She grinned as she reached down and ran a finger across the infant general’s puffed-out wings.

He issued and bapped her finger with his wings, wiggling from side to side, trying to evade her touch.

“Aww, I’m sure that we’ll get along sooner or later, little buddy. Unless your liege lord or Valdor decides otherwise, you’re stuck with me until you’re big and old enough for martial training, fluffy.” Baphomet informed the tiny, tetchy Primarch. She booped his little nose and he started to gum the offending finger, occasionally letting out little hissing sounds.

“Please stop winding up Nine, we are supposed to be caring for them, not distressing them.” Adonis gently admonished, having slowly placed a single hand into Sixteen’s bassinet, allowing the naturally curious and generally friendly-natured little Primarch to get used to this new person in his life.

Sixteen slowly wriggled towards Adonis’ offered hand, tiny fingers gently wrapping around the Aquilan Shield’s thumb and squeezing a little. “Bah?” The infant general babbled, staring up at him with curious eyes.

Apollo frowned as he looked over at one of the vents that kept the atmosphere in this room at the optimal conditions. There were odd whistling and clicking sounds growing louder from the vent closest to Eight, picking up the sleeping infant general with one hand, tucking him into his chest, a low warning rumbling from the Dread Spear as he moved into a defensive position “Who or whatever is in the vent, state your business as to why you are there and either continue to do it silently or leave. This room is strictly off limits to everyone who does not have the personal seal of the Emperor’s Approval to be here. Your execution will be slow and graphic.”

“Careful of your language.” Almach murmured, the powerful Blank narrowing his eyes at the Dread Spear Custodian, having already picked up Primarch Eleven and rocked the younger being into a peaceful slumber, with Eleven’s head pressed against his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat.

“I have not sworn once, and mind how you speak to me. We may be part of the same team, but I far outrank you.” Apollo huffed, glowering down at the dark haired Blank for a moment before focusing on the potential threat to the end-results of one of the projects that His Majesty had been working on the most intensely for ten centuries.

There was a series of binaric chirps and clicks, which was quickly translated into [Greetings! This one is called VM-3507 or Tiny for short. I have been assigned to this project by the Captain General Himself, to care for Primarchs Four, Seven, Ten and Eighteen. I heard a slight miscalibration in the aeration filtration system and went to investigate and fix it. The minor malfunction has been repaired.]

The martian tech priest scuttled out of the vents, unfolding into a larger form, shaking off imaginary dust from their long robes and clicking their way over to where Eighteen was currently laying on his back and patted the infant lightly on the head.

Eighteen wiggled a little before smiling and laughing in response to the touch.

Apollo’s eyes narrowed a little, before he huffed and held Eight a little closer to his chest, looking down as he felt a dampness on his shirt start to grow. The little Primarch had latched onto his shirt with his tiny, clawed hands and was sucking onto a small wrinkle of fabric. The Dread Spear rolled his eyes and grumbled “Hungry again, I see. Well then, let’s get you some warmed formula.” And stalked over to where the formula was stored, pouring a measure of it into a bottle, double-checking that it was the correct temperature before pressing the artificial nipple on the bottle to Eight’s lips.

“You all… Are very noisy.” Zedkiel murmured, holding Nineteen close to his chest, the terran-born Astartes staring down at his tiny Primarch with a mixture of awe and soul-deep protectiveness. He was keenly aware of the fact that if there was so much as a whisper spread amongst his brothers to be able to have a hand in raising and training their primarch when he was so young and vulnerable, there was no one they wouldn’t kill, maim or slaughter for the privilege. He still couldn’t quite believe he’d been given such a weighty and wonderful responsibility by the Captain General of the Custodes. He’d thought that the rearing of the Primarchs would be a duty done solely by the Custodes… Though given that half of the caretakers were Custodes, perhaps they’d been brought in to broaden the little Primarchs’ initial exposure to different kinds of peoples.

Almach rolled his eyes, still rocking a sleeping Eleven slowly back and forth “Not all of us are noisy.”

One woke up when the adult Blank walked by his crib, rolled so that he was on his belly and began hissing at Almach, his bright green eyes almost glowing in the light.

His hissing woke up Six, who snuffled in his crib before starting to whimper and whuffle in distress at all the new scents around him, burying himself further into his nest of blankets.

The emotional distress from two of his brothers immediately woke up twelve from his doze, who promptly began wailing at the top of all three of his lungs.

Apollo sighed as Eight finished eating. He patted the little Primarch on his back, just in case he swallowed down any air for several seconds before setting him down and going over to pick up Six as gently as he’d been sternly informed that infants needed to be handled. He roughly began rocking the fussing Primarch with an irritated “Hey. Shh. Calm. Calm down you little sh-... Infant. No need for tears and crying. We are here to protect and care for you. Stop. Crying!”

Hopefully the Primarchs would be able to better take direction, once they were out of infancy. Because Six wasn’t at all listening to Apollo as his whuffles turned into full-blown howls of distress as he was picked up, desperately clawing at Apollo’s chest, trying to wiggle his way to freedom.

“You don’t want to be dropped. My new training tells me that dropping you from this height would injure you quite a bit… And though you were designed for faster than normal heal-... You know what? Maybe dropping you is a good idea. Our Creator wove fail-safes within your DNA to ensure that you would grow faster in response to perceived dang-”

There were several sharp clicks and whistles as the Martian Tech Priest all but teleported over to Apollo and dared to swipe Six from his grasp in one fluid movement as one of it’s other hands grabbed Six’s favored stuffed animal, a dark grey and white canid, wiggling it just out of Six’s reach.

Six sniffled and shuffled a little, before trying to reach out and grab the toy.

The martian priest held it just out of Six’s reach for several more seconds before allowing the infant primarch to hold and cuddle the toy. VM-3507 gently placed both the little primarch and the toy down and stared up at Apollo and clicked out [Omnisiah commands we care for and raise infants. Deliberate harm at this stage causes emotional delays and harm that are life-long. Your breach of duty has been reported to the captain-general.]

“Wh… What the fuck, ‘Polly?” Baphomet spluttered, glaring at Apollo far too judgmentally for the Dread Spear’s taste. “We’re supposed to care for the little buggers, not threaten to half-kill ‘em. Even with how carpeted this floor is, a drop for your giant-ass height would break at least one of their teeny tiny bones and take weeks to heal. Do you wanna explain how one of his generals got hurt on your first day in charge of caring for him?”

“You… You do remember his majesty’s temper and mood when it comes to potential delays in the progress of the Primarch Project, yes?” Adonis added in, voice mild and quiet.

“I wasn’t.. I wasn’t actually going to drop Six! It was… My mouth got ahead of me in a moment of frustration is all.” Apollo huffed, turning to check on one of his charges. He startles, having not realized that the only Blank on the Caretaker team had set down Eleven and made his way over to where he had been standing, glowering darkly up at him. “... Why are you so close to me?”

“Proving a point. You Custodes are deadly warriors, yes. But you are not the only ones who are deadly and quick when need be.” Almach growled, glaring threateningly up at the oversized golden bastard “My expertise in battle lies in Guerrilla warfare. I have slaughtered hundreds of men and witches in the name of the Emperor, and by all that I hold dear… If you prove to be a threat to any of these blessed infants I will strike you down myself and no one will ever be able to find your body. Do you understand. Sir?”

Apollo leaned away from the fuming Blank, arching a brow at him. “While I am certain you are a deadly warrior with few peers… First, I have no intent on harming any of the Primarchs unless expressly ordered to do so in order to encourage their growth… And two, I somehow doubt that you would be able to overcome me in one on one combat. Even with your particular… Traits as a Blank.”

During the arguing, Zedkiel had quietly placed his infant primarch in one of the many available baby slings after securing it to his chest. He then grabbed two more, grateful that his astartes-sized chest allowed him to carry multiple infants safely as he picked up Twenty-A and Twenty-O, making sure to place the twins in the slings next to each other, to help keep them quiet. He then stealthed over to where Thirteen was quietly watching and listening, blue eyes wide.

Thirteen made a small burbling sound as the Raven Guard picked him up, befores settling down quietly, turning to look at Nineteen, who he was placed in a sling next to. Thirteen slowly reached out and poked one of Nineteen’s cheeks.

Nineteen tilted his head a little and poked Thirteen back in the chest with a tiny giggle.

Zedkiel had no desire to deal with squabbling Custodes, and neither should his charges. As long as he didn’t leave the wing of the Imperial Palace where the Primarchs were located, he could go wherever he liked with them.

#warhammer 30k #my writing #raven guard oc #dread spear oc #aquilan shield oc #adeptus astartes oc #adeptus custodes oc #oc: adonis #oc: apollo #oc: baphomet #oc: vm-3507 “Tiny”#adeptus mechanicus oc #blank oc #oc: almach #oc: zedkiel

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