#mjod

[flunkyofmalcador]

I sometimes refer to “Baalite Mountain Cabbage” in my fics.

Someone was arguing that humans could drink Mjod. I argued that a human could drink Mjod… once. What would you say?

On that note. What is it made of? Could you make Mjod on another crazy world like Catachan?

Humans CAN drink it, but only if the Wolves dilute it with an anti-toxin. They'll sometimes also make a weaker version of it specifically for sharing with human buddies. It's actually kinda cute. Fenrisians themselves can also manufacture "regular" strength Mjod. It's made from native Fenrisian plants mixed with a poison that allows them to get drunk by temporarily messing with their olitic kidney, so you couldn't really make it on another world, but you could make other whacky drinks from other whacky plants, yeah.

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

Last night, the boyfriend and I went out for Afghan food, followed by a trip to a nice little pub with all kinds of unusual drinks. I'm looking at the list of drinks, and what I see is this:

Hang on, I don't think I'm getting across the impact on the name. Jimmy, zoom in on the label!

EVEN MORE EVIL MJOD.

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, it registered that "mjod" was probably a foreign word for mead, likely Scandinavian. But looking at the menu, at this mead--sorry, mjod--described as "even more evil," all I could think was:

"Holy shit. They got Astartes booze up in this joint."

The bartender came over, and we asked him what the hell Even More Evil Mjod was. "It tastes like something that doesn't exist," he said.

I'm sitting there, all of this information sinking in. Astartes booze. "Even more evil." Like something that doesn't exist?? What does that even mean? Obviously, I had to try it.

Friends. Friends. I come to you a changed woman. I have tasted the liquor of the Emperor's Angels, and I can now tell you:

HOLY SHIT THIS BOOZE IS AMAZING!!!

It's like drinking a fruit pie! Goddamn! It's so delicious! Even if you don't usually like hard liquor I'd recommend this stuff, it's so good.

It also hit like a truck--two ounces and I was swaying. 17.5% ABV! Definitely consume, but consume in small amounts.

Garagiste Even More Evil Mjod. Know it. Drink it. Love it.

[fadedfiu]

[beckyninja]

Relief

Pairing: Demetrian Titus x FemReader

Warnings: talk of periods, sexual content, MDNI

Description: Titus "helps" his serf lover through a particularly painful time of the month.

Forget whatever I said about my last fic. This one is definitely the spiciest thing I've ever written! I had planned on something entirely different, but then "that time of the month" reared its ugly head. And suddenly all I could think about was having a strong, handsome Astartes to help me through it.

Titus didn’t sprint, though he wanted to. 

After enduring the ominous warnings of the Chaplain, the disdain of Captain Acheran, and the incessant prying of his new squad (not to mention the small matter of a tyranid invasion), he longed for the solace of your presence.

Your touch.

Rage still burned like promethium within him when he remembered entering his quarters to find you half-starved. 

“You’re alive.” You’d whispered upon seeing him. “You’re alive.”

When I find the one responsible for her suffering….

His growl sent several serfs darting out of his path. He walked faster and, at last, the door to his quarters came into view. Soon, he would have you in his arms.

Saliva pooled in his mouth at the thought. 

The first time he lay with you, before Kadaku and his remaking, had been beyond his imaginings. Baseline anatomy lessons from his neophyte days supplied the rudiments. But he had the Space Wolves and a solitary Salamander he’d met in the Death Watch to thank for the rest.

He’d encountered the former boasting of their conquests one evening in the dining hall after one of them had smuggled in a few barrels of foul-smelling mjod. As they grew more intoxicated, they delighted in shocking the more puritanical Astartes in the Watch with detailed descriptions of “fraternization”. 

Titus remembered being repulsed at first. Though, against his better instincts, that repulsion soon turned to wary curiosity. 

While the Wolves howled about conquering and claiming, a Salamander Apothecary had taken a seat next to Titus and shaken his head.

“Not all baseline females are the wild she-wolves of Fenris.” The old drake had rumbled quietly. “If an Astartes is blessed with the affections of a woman, he should cherish her with gentleness, for she is rare and precious.”

Titus remembered a sorrowful look in the veteran’s red eyes as he spoke, and the way he stroked a bone reliquary tied at his waist. 

He had tried to incorporate all he’d overheard into your union. You’d been so fragile in his hands, so vulnerable. And when your body welcomed him inside. When, amidst the white heat of his own ecstasy, he saw you gaze up at him….

Throne of Terra, I would slaughter every tyranid in the Hive Fleet to have you look at me like that always.

He punched his code into the access panel. He only had a few hours of leisure to spare, and a third of that had already been taken up in removing his armor. But he needed to feel your skin upon his again.

The door hissed open and-

Blood.

Every enhanced sense he possessed sharpened to a razor’s edge as the metallic scent filled his nostrils. Unlike before, when his mind had been clouded by sleep, he knew with absolute certainty this blood came from your body. 

The room was empty. Half the candles lit. One smoking tapir on its side by the cot. Indents on the mattress the size of small baseline hands. Drops of red on the floor. The sharp taste of stress and pain chemicals. Soft whimpers from the lavatory.

All this came to him in the time between heartbeats. Another heartbeat and he stood before the closed lavatory door.

“Little Healer?”

The medicae had said you would be fine. An injection of nutrients, a high calorie meal, and rest. You already looked better when he left you in the infirmary. They said you would be fine.

He’d had to leave. He had no choice. They said you would be fine!

“Demetrian?”

Conscious and able to speak. He leaned his forehead against the cold metal of the door.

“I am coming in.”

A sharp gasp. “No! Just, just give me a moment, please.”

He heard pain in your voice. His instincts screamed at him to tear through the metal to reach you.

The door slid open.

Pale skin. Sweat beads on your forehead. Hunched shoulders. You smiled up at him, but reeked of misery.

He scooped you into his arms. “We are returning to the infirmary.”

“Demetrian-”

“You are still unwell.”

“Demetrian, please-”

He strode toward the door of his quarters. “Or did you injure yourself?”

“No, Demetrian! Listen-”

“I should not have left you alone.”

A tiny fist bounced off his jaw. He stopped mid-stride and looked down at you in shock. You looked back at him, then down at your clenched fist, seemingly stunned by your own actions.

“I…I…,” you closed your eyes and breathed deeply, “I’m sorry, my lord. I don’t know what came over me.”

“My lord?” He muttered. 

“Please put me down. I’m not unwell. And I’m not injured.”

He scowled. “You reek of blood, woman.”

Throne, has whatever hurt she suffered affected her mind as well?

“I know, but it’s…it’s natural, Demetrian.”

The Warp it is. “Explain.”

She sighed. “Can you put me down first? Please?”

“No.” 

He tightened his grip. If her mind was unbalanced, who knows what she might do if he released her.

Another sigh. “Fine. Once a month, a woman’s body undergoes a certain process….”

He remained silent during her entire explanation. When she finished, he carefully set her upon his cot.

“And this…cycle…causes pain?”

“Every woman experiences it differently. Some only ever feel mild discomfort, for others it’s little short of agony.”

You bit your lip. The pain smell spiked and, with it, his concern. 

“Why have I not noticed before?”

You breathed slowly now, in through your nose, out through your mouth. “You’ve always been on mission during this time. And…agh…in the Watch Fortress, Lord Apothecary Nev’ran made sure to set pain suppressants aside for us female serfs.”

The old Salamander always had a soft spot for the baselines, Titus remembered.

A low moan drew his attention back to you. You folded on his cot, arms wrapped around your midsection. 

His fingers twitched, automatically seeking a weapon. The instinct to destroy whatever caused you pain surged. He needed to fix this.

“Did you request pain suppressants from the medica?”

You started rocking slightly. “I…tried. He said they were unnecessary and dismissed me. I didn’t dare argue. In the Fortress, there were serfs I could go to for help during this time.” You looked up at him with a tight smile. “But I’m beginning to think I’m the only woman on this ship.”

Titus thought back over the last few days, and all the baseline crew he’d encountered.

She may be right.

“Oh Emperor….” 

Your whimper felt like another Carnifex talon through his chest.

“There must be something I can do.” He knelt before you, cupping your face in his hand. “Anything.”

You pressed against him. “Heat. Heat sometimes helps.” 

He let you move his hand to your lower stomach. You opened your robes and pressed it against your skin. 

“And, on my back, please?” 

Before you’d even finished asking, he slipped his other hand in and around. You gripped his arms and whined.

“Oh, oh yes.” 

He shouldn’t be aroused by this. You were still in pain. But your soft sounds of helplessness, the feel of your skin beneath his hands, the way you trembled. All of it called to a primal part of him only recently awakened.

And when you looked up at him in wonder and said, “You’re…you’re so much bigger now.”

Throne damn it.

Titus yanked you to him and took your mouth. You yelped, but did not struggle, instead throwing your hands around his neck and digging your fingers into the hair at his nape. He snarled at the sensation, pushing his tongue past your lips like you’d shown him that first night.

This time your moan sounded of pleasure.

He pressed his body against you, lowering you to your back on the cot. Your hands left his neck and fluttered against his chest. You pulled away from his kiss.

“Demetrian….”

He pressed his mouth to your throat, laving it with his tongue and tasting your sweat. He searched for a spot he could bite without leaving a visible mark. 

“Demetrian, stop!”

The magnitude of his selfishness crashed upon him.

“Throne. Forgive me, Little Healer.” Reeling back, he searched your face for any sign of pain. “I…I did not think, I…,” he raked a hand over his face, desperately trying to rein in his baser instincts.

“It’s all right. It’s just, now might not be the best time.”

“Would it cause you more pain?”

A blush spread across your cheeks. “Um…no, that’s not it. In fact, some women say…this…actually helps.”

“Truly?” 

Desire welled within him once more, washing away any lingering guilt. He bracketed your small body with his hands and loomed over you. 

“Then why should I stop?” You turned your face away, but he gently grasped your chin. “Look at me, and tell me why.”

“It, it,” he heard your heart beating wildly, “it could get a bit…messy.”

He blinked, then allowed a slow smile to spread across his face. “Woman, when has an Astartes ever shied away from the sight of blood?”

A new smell met his nose, one he had only recently become familiar with. He lowered his face close to yours and inhaled deeply. 

“You want this as much as I.”

You nodded frantically, hands suddenly pawing at his collar. “Yes! I want this. Please, Demetrian. Please, please, please!”

He tore his robe open and flung it to the floor. Your clothing swiftly followed. The scent of blood and arousal maddened him. He tried to pull your thighs around him, but you winced at the stretch.

For the first time he cursed the Primaris surgery. Grasping your hips, he turned you on to your front and settled behind you. He ran his hands down your back and sides, loving the way you trembled.

“Are you ready for me, my love?”

You pushed back against him. “Please, Demetrian.”

He thrust and your wet heat welcomed him in. His eyes rolled at the sensation, still so unlike anything he ever thought he’d experience. You cried out far louder than you had the first time. 

“Demetrian! S-so big…!”

Again. Again. Again, he thrust. In this position he felt powerful, primal. Like a beast claiming its mate.

The Wolves were right, damn them!

All at once, you tightened and screamed. With a growl he followed you over the edge. 

You collapsed onto your front. “Please…more….”

The first time, he’d only taken you once, denying his satisfaction for the sake of your overwhelmed little body. But now you begged him to continue. Who was he to refuse?

Three more times he released deep within. He pressed himself to your back, hand fondling your breasts as he pounded relentlessly. He lost count of how many times you shook apart around him. His own blinding pleasure paled in comparison to the knowledge that his actions relieved your pain. 

A tool designed to inflict suffering on others, but he brought you ecstasy.

“D-Demetrian…,” you whimpered. 

His fingers dug into the bruised flesh of your hips. “One more.”

You wailed as he filled you one last time, arching his spine to sink his teeth into your shoulder. Then he collapsed on his side.

He caressed your sweat-streaked back, allowing himself a brief moment to revel in the haze of pleasure. You lay still and panting next to him. 

“Are you well, my love?”

“Mmmm.”

By now, he recognized the sound of bone-deep satisfaction. He smiled down at you, already feeling his own body recovering. 

“You were right about one thing.”

“Mmm?”

“That was rather messy.”

You turned your head and attempted to glare at him. He chuckled, rose, and fetched a wet cloth from the lavatory. Ignoring your reaching hands, he cleaned the both of you. Then he sat on the edge of the cot and lifted you into his arms.

“Better?”

Your dreamy smile answered him. An entirely different kind of heat warmed his hearts as he cradled you. He ran a thumb over the imprint of teeth on your shoulder.

“I was not too rough?”

“You were perfect.” Your hands traced his new scars. “Throne of Terra, I came so close to losing you, didn’t I?”

He heard tears in your voice and held you closer.

“I’m sorry.” You sniffled. “Another side effect of this time. I tend to turn into something of a weepy, clingy mess.”

“I enjoy your clinging.”

“But you need to go.”

“Yes.” As always, your respite, brief as it was, left him better prepared to handle the weight of his duty. “Will you be alright?”

“You have enough trouble without worrying about me, Demetrian. Human women have endured since our species began. I’ll be fine.” Your smile flickered. “Please, be safe. I love you.”

“And I you.” He pulled his robe back on and leaned down to kiss you once more. “I will return.”

And, I swear, I will find another way to ease your pain. 

***

An hour passed. You rested for a bit, then dressed and cleaned yourself more thoroughly. You stripped the sheets from the mattress and prepared for the trek to the laundry and then the serf’s dining hall. Not only had Titus's attentions eased your cramps, but you thought you might actually have an appetite again.

Just as you were about to leave, a few sharp raps sounded at the door.

“Who…?” 

You opened it to find a slight young woman with a face full of freckles and a satchel over one shoulder. Her robes marked her as a serf and a medica.

“Thank the Emperor!” She gushed. “I was afraid I’d gotten the wrong room!”

“Um. Hello?”

“My name is Vesta. I was just transferred here alongside my Lord Callistus. He’s supplementing the Apothecaries already in residence, you know. I was afraid I’d be the only woman! There are so few of us serving on the battle barges.”

You blinked, head-spinning from the rapid-fire chatter. “I see?”

She continued, stepping straight past you into the room. “I was just on my way back to the infirmary, when this massive Primaris Lord Angel barreled down on me. How fearsome he was! I don’t need to tell you I was terrified I’d done something wrong, and on my first day on a new ship, too! But he said you were experiencing some difficulties and needed assistance.”

Oh, Demetrian…. You fought a smile.

Vesta plopped the satchel on the cot. “I have pain suppressants, cleansing cloths, sanitary napkins. I do hope I brought enough.”

“This is incredibly kind of you.”

“Us women have to stick together, right?” She smiled cheerfully. “I hope we’ll be great friends!”

You found yourself warming to her effervescence. “I would like that.”

“You’re so fortunate to have a Lord Angel who’s attentive to your needs!”

You turned away, suddenly all too aware of the pleasant ache between your thighs. “Yes. I am.”

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Guilliman's Soup

"Look, I'm not going to harm any of you, not unless it involves stuffing Guilliman in a room without his....." Fulgrim trails off, the demon prince's lower half coiling in discomfort as he stares at the abomination that bubbled within the pot. It smelled distinctly of both Mjød and cigarettes, appearing as something that Fulgrim was uncertain if even a Nurgling would eat. He certainly wouldn't. Actually he doesn't think any Slaaneshi demon is depraved enough to even attempt to make such a thing. He shakes his head. "Will I be allowed to help?" Calgar, who was certainly not at all expecting to see the demon prince of excess himself at the entrance to the Imperial palace, couldn't decide if this was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand it meant that his primarch wasn't affected by any chaos god, if even Slaanesh was getting involved; on the other, did he really want to accept the help of a demon prince? Especially one that is well.... Calgar sighs deeply, "Fine, you might actually be a good deterrent to Dante anyway. He's been a pain in the ass" "Who is-" Fulgrim doesn't get to finish his sentence as a very old marine of what appears to be of the blood angel's chapter is shooed away by a serf with a broom, wacking the marine's shins with it as he hisses like an angry goose. Fulgrim has his answer on who Dante is but is now even further confused, "I thought Blood Angels were supposed to be noble?" "I'm hoping the soup will kill me" Dante helpfully responds which has the demon prince blinking in utter shock, because what the fuck happened to Sanguinius' sons!? Another Ultramarine, this one apparently named Cato is crawling on his hands and knees out of the room where Dante came from, coughing and generally being a rather sad sight with the stench of both vomit and the abominable liquid upon his breath. Slaanesh, who just briefly decided to turn her head towards whatever the fuck her demon prince was doing, vomits and mutters 'I can't believe none of this was Nurgle's idea; he actually wants the fucking recipe!'. Needless to say, Fulgrim doesn't really want to know what's exactly in that pot. Instead he dryly says "I'm amazed this hasn't summoned anything other then myself..." Calgor sighs "No, it has, there's the Sanguinor, and it's currently being kept back by some Sister of Silence out of fear that it's going to beat Dante to death with a sandle. Personally I'm not fond of trying to explain to the blood angels that we didn't kill their chapter master; it was the soul of Sanguinius, himself, that ended his life. I can't see that going too well...And Cato, please stop eating father's soup." "But-" "No buts or I'm throwing you into the same room as the Sanguinor" That stopped any more protests out of Cato who shuddered at the very idea of confronting the very angry warp spirit that was half of mind to possess someone.

The sound of what Fulgrim could still recognize after all these years as a very angry Leman Russ can be heard in the distance yelling "WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO WITH MY FUCKING MJOD, ROBOUTE!?" This was going to be a long and terrible process, Fulgrim just knows it. ____ This short story was inspired by a convo between myself and @moociaoafterdark on this post.

[lemon-russ]

Trying to tie them all together

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Ultramarine Drink Preferences Part 1

Behold part 1 of a silly thought projection, because I refuse to believe they only drink wine and there's no variety in the 500 worlds. There's plenty of others I have been thinking about but I figured these guys will do for a start lol.

Marneus Calgar: The Chapter Master can have any kind of alcohol he could want; he keeps a few different kinds in his quarters for when he has guests over and he knows which they prefer. As for himself? Brandys are his go too, occasionally making a mixed drink for himself when he has some quiet time.

Varro Tigurius: Weaving spells and producing a good gin is not so different for Tigurius. The different botanicals used in the process changes the outcome, even when they are added can change it, not even his gaze knows the outcome. For Tigurius this is part of the reason he enjoys it and tries his hand at it sometimes.

Cato Sicarius: Still has access to his House’s vineyards back on Talassar, they occasionally send new bottles from fresh harvests or from a new grape species they’re working on. Prefers darker wines over lighter ones. If he likes you, he’ll give you a bottle too.

Demetrian Titus: Heavier drinks that are more meant for sipping such as whiskeys, usually a social drinker or fixes himself a new glass when settling in for several hours of reading or paperwork. Though his deathwatch brother Ulfar helped him get a taste for “mjod”.

Torias Telion: A bit of a generalist in his current age, will gladly drink whatever he’s offered. However…in his youth? Somewhere the advanced libraries of the Fortress of Hera there is a recipe for the Astartes equivalent of a Long Island Iced Tea, strong enough to drop a Space Wolf after one glass.

Severus Agemman: “Wine on the streets, whiskey in the sheets”, if it doesn’t have some kind of burn going down then he’s not going to enjoy it as much. Keeps a few different kinds in storage and cracks one open every few decades to see how the age changes it.

Malum Caedo: Mixed drinks, the brightly colored, vaguely fruity ones. No one will ever believe you, even if you had a pict of him drinking one though his helmet’s beak with a curly straw.

Gadriel: Prefers lighter, citrus wines but he’s still exploring his preferences, so it’s bound to change. Titus let him and Chairon try a bit of what he had left of his deathwatch brother Ulfar’s “special brew” and both of them felt like they were going to cough up an organ and swore “never again.”

Chairon: Anything that came from Calth, usually this means vodkas and whiskeys. occasionally trying a mixed drink using one of those if someone recommends something to him. Will roll his eyes if someone tries to start an argument over what is better. “Let’s not dull the mood and spoil the drinks” just…keep anything brewed by a Space Wolf away from his senses, thank you.

[kit-williams]

The Raven in the Belfry

So this is ANOTHER Night Lord (though actually a Raven Guard) I like making scary old men please guys stop me from making ancient ass mfs

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The Terran Raven Guard looked down at the human child, distinctively Nostroman and surprisingly healthy looking, but also a little girl. "Anrir. Where is he." Sanne Witherstrike demanded with a halfhearted growl.

She gestures for him to follow before she goes running down the hallway, "Anrir." He hears her say before a yeowl and a sob of someone getting their bone reset.

"That will teach you for being stupid." Sanne hears Anrir hiss before his voice getting softer, "What is it Sophia?"

"There's a man here in black armor here to see you. He has crow bones on him." She says looking back at him for a moment before looking back.

He could hear Anrir walk over to the door just looking at Sanne tilting his head as he looked surprised that Sanne was here. His tongue clicking, "Alright everyone get out for a few hours." He barked behind him before looking at the little girl in front of him, "Go get your token and then go help Ayana in the kitchens." Sanne watches her run off as Anrir leans on the door frame waiting until his charges were gone. "So... you're a sight for sore eyes. I thought you would be with your Primarch? I remember how excited you were hearing about him." Anrir chuckles he looks at the Raven and he watches the prideful man just suddenly break a little. "Oh oh shit. Come on." Anrir's posture shifts leading his old friend into the cramped room.

Anrir's position was such an oddity to Sanne but perhaps this was simply the difference between the Raven Guard and the Night Lords... Anrir was old and skilled and could easily be a veteran company Apothecary... Sanne was certain Anrir was the eldest and most skilled Apothecary that the Night Lords had and yet... he stayed out of his Legion's politics. Comfortable to be taking care of children and bitterly Sanne knew that if Anrir was a Raven his genesire would like him better then himself.

"Stop looking so sad Sanne it isn't becoming of you." Anrir says pulling out a bottle of mjod and grabbing two empty beakers.

"I don't know what's becoming of me anymore."

"And here I thought Konrad was a shitty Genesire. What the fuck happened?"

Sanne took the beaker of mjod and downed a mouthful making a face, as he closed his eyes just feeling it burn his throat slightly, "Piss and the Fenrisians drink this often?"

"Yes and maybe if the Great Crusade finishes in a decent amount of time I can make something that tastes better... now talk." Anrir's playful voice returns to ice as Sanne knew the pit child could be so serious.

And so Sanne told Anrir the meeting with his Genesire. Sanne was the few astartes left with the ability to cry and just something inside of him hurt so badly he felt no shame in shedding those tears in front of his long time friend. The silence that grew between them as Anrir let him talk... let him weep as the Raven cawed silently, "What did I do wrong Anrir?"

"Nothing Sanne..." Anrir sighed feeling his age resting on his shoulders for a moment, "You did nothing wrong. If you really want to find fault... you stuck to the old ways of the legion... your roots were planted too deep. I'm glad you survived the culling. Don't give me that look Sanne. What happened sounds like a culling and now he's sent you and your brothers out into the void out to the fringes like the carrion birds you are to slowly die out." Anrir grimaced as he drank from the beaker, "I wouldn't be surprised if some Night Lords joined your brothers... we always were very much alike before your father was found. And well Konrad hasn't endeared himself to many of his sons."

"Will you not join us out in exile?" Sanne offers watching the nearly black eyes of Anrir stare at his drink.

"While my loyalties to the Primarch might not be there... I cannot abandon the legion. The Emperor... " He stops his thought with a sigh, "You've heard my prattle about my feelings on this before. But no Sanne I will not leave my kids nor the legion but I know dozens of brothers that will probably eagerly and silently sign up for duty on the ship you came in on. I know a few Apothecaries that I probably wont see anymore after this month. What about you Sanne?"

The Raven cocks his head confused, "What about me?"

"Why not join the ranks of the Night Lords?" Anrir lets out a slurred laugh at his thought, "Spit in daddy's eye and become the thing he accused you and your brothers of being. Become a terror... a killer... a fiend!" Anrir laughs as the tattoo on his neck lets out a phantom itch... long long dead was the innocence that it claimed he had and all that was left behind was a man with his claws deep into a sense of justice that struggled to expand beyond what he had made it for.

"Do you think I could?" Sanne says softly.

"Yes. I will not lie to my Primarch but I will have to note that you and any brothers that decide to follow will be counted as recruits." Anrir says honestly.

"I will see if any of my brothers want to.."

"I will not abandon you Sanne. And you know how good my promises are." Anrir says...

Anrir does always keep his word even after ten thousand years in real space time he has not abandoned Sanne... and Sanne is always silently thankful for that. He and some of his brothers followed Anrir when the legion was falling apart... Sanne eagerly becoming Anrir's second in command. Even as his brothers were picked off or sold their souls to the ruinous powers... Anrir kept Sanne grounded and he owed the pit child everything... even if at the end of the day he was the child of slavers and Anrir the child of criminals. They kept good company with each other at least.

"Ahhh you're not dead Sanne." Sanne hears as his eyes open up looking at Anrir grinning down at him.

"I should be given that you shoved a xenos inspired organ inside of me." Sanne groused.

"It was either the xenos organ or a chaos organ. Pick your poison, Sanne." He said with a happiness in his voice which means to Sanne that Anrir was successful in his pursuits of playing god. "Are you excited?"

"Should I be asking you that? You're the one who is giddy for this." Sanne says sitting up.

"Yes well my way to spite my Genesire is a long term plan... your way to spite your Genesire is easier to do." Anrir says turning around.

Sanne remembers how they discovered about the Mor Deythan and his small desire to take what was Corvus' ability and have it as his own. He feels cold... Sanne gasps as he is suddenly melting out of the shadow behind Anrir as he grabs Sanne before cackling like that madman that he is. "I always make good on my promise Sanne!" Anrir says clearly in the high of success.

"Yes and what of your next thing? To find a way to populate astartes numbers with ease... or whatever insane idea you had?" Sanne says as he leans on Anrir feeling rather dizzy.

"Don't you worry about Sanne... lets just get you back down as we'll celebrate this success before I head off planning my next one.

[felinisnoctis]

Ok I never post anything but the #space marine husbandry tag was too entertaining

Bonded Pairs

with thanks to a friend for letting me borrow their astartes and for many hours of entertaining ffrp

Edit: Apparently this is turning into a thing, so links: next

Made some slight changes as well to fit the ongoing story

I’ve had a lone space wolf for a while, he’s kind of an old boy but he’s pretty content. Surprisingly tame for the chapter, likes to help with the cooking and I managed to get him to stop trying to put mjod in everything. Mostly likes to play with his pet wolf. I live out in the country and I know there’s some real sketchy stuff that goes on out here though.

Anyway, the other day we were out walking, dead of winter, and we found a badly injured ultramarine out in one of the snow drifts. Poor thing was missing both his eyes and nearly frozen to death. Looked like he hadn’t had a good meal in a long time too. Of course I brought him inside and had him put in a protection crate with a heating pad right away. Was planning on keeping him isolated but my space wolf seems to be pretty protective and wanted to help keep him warm so I let him. Called the doctor to come out since we’re rural and he was in no shape to transport, but she can’t make it for several days.

Imagine my surprise when a few days later I go outside and there’s a small blood angel backed up against the wall, fangs bared. Took a while to calm him down but I got him in containment finally as well for the medic to look at. Kept him separate from the other two as I know blood angels can be tempermental and I wanted to make sure the explanations and introductions were done all proper.

The doctor came by to look at the ultramarine and of course he started howling at the exam. He was in pretty bad shape and some of the treatments must have hurt. Imagine my surprise when my new blood angel ripped the door of his crate off, ran into the room, and started threatening the vet with a stolen knife! Those things are supposed to be proof against rampaging astartes too, that's why they're part of the medical equipment. And of course my space wolf was growling back at him and I thought they were going to go at each other.

It turns out the ultramarine and the blood angel are a bonded pair. I didn’t even know that could happen between different types. They’re super defensive of each other and refuse to sleep unless they’re curled up together. They’re still both a bit standoffish with my space wolf but there hasn’t been any actual fighting. It looks like the previous owner of the blood angel had his vocal chords removed, the poor thing, which explains why he’s so quiet, but he and the ultramarine seem to be able to communicate through touch. They’ve both clearly been abused but the vet thinks with proper food and appropriately modified enrichment they’ll survive. The blood angel seems to be drawn to musical instruments and I’ve ordered a screen-reader equipped tablet for the ultramarine. Right now they’re both still very sleepy but I’m sure that will change soon!

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

spaces wolves: CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!

guilliman: *pours an entire barrel of mjod down his throat, slams it down, and hoots like a fratboy*

space wolves: *wild cheering*

[sharenadraculea]

The primarchs on a bus

So, the primarchs take a roadtrip, in a doppeldecker-travelbus because I say so:

Lion: He drives the damn thing. Doesn‘t talk to anyone, just stubbornly looking at the road. Very good driver. Either listening to a very disturbing true-crime-podcast or caliban-lovesongs Fulgrim: He and Fulgrim secured the last row on top for themself, so they have a lot of space. Laying down and using Ferrus as a pillow. Occasionally is struck by creative inspiration when looking out the window. Has all his painting supplies with him. Perturabo: pretends to be grumpy but is very excited. He sits at the bottom so he has a proper table to draw on and right next to Magnus. Drinking lot‘s of coffee Jagh: The whole polycule/lovetriangle-thing around Magnus sits at the bottom around one of the tables, so he is there too. Kind of sad that he can‘t take his bike but hanging out with his brothers is fun too. Tries to do some throatsinging to impress Magnus but get‘s glared at by Lion. Leman: Sits opposite of Magnus and tries to do his best to not start a fight. Rob has taken away his Mjod and stops him from taking more from the minibar. His wolves are under the table and he pets them the whole time. Started a fight with Jagh about who get‘s to sit at the window. They switch every few minutes now. Rogal: He sits in the trunk/luggage storage to give emotional support to Konrad. Has built a pillowfort, it‘s very comfy. Appears a few times to sternly talk to people who aren‘t using their seatbelts. Konrad: He‘s a very happy bat right now. He sits in the luggage area, it‘s dark and comfy, Rogal has snacks for days there and gives lot‘s of hugs and headpats. Was very sceptical about going at all, he had some visions. Sang: With his wings it‘s quite klaustrophobic. Also on the bottom floor so he can be next to Lion and Rob. Might be stresseating. Very glad Lemans wolves are there for emotional support. Ends up falling asleep, a lot of cute pictures were made. Ferrus: Currently beeing used as a pillow by Fulgrim. Is prepared and has some books and snacks with him. The two regularly get yelled at to stop making out. Angron: He is watching a movie with a lot of gore and cuddeling with Lorgar. Falls asleep eventually. Everyone is surprised at how calm he is. Turns out he is like some toddlers/babies and sitting in a car/bus calms him down very fast. This knowledge will be used in the future. Roboute: Lion has entrusted him with the minibar. He is vigilantly guarding it, making sure no one get‘s drunk. Drinks a lot of coffee and tries to get some work done. This is made harder by everyone (but especially Sang) Morty: Sits on top, kind of in the middle. Was very nervous but then Vulkan sits a row behind him and just starts talking? And it‘s nice? And he is listening to Morty talking about bugs? He bluescreens. Magnus: Sitting at the bottom, with the rest of the polycule-lovetriangle-thing. He has a lot of fun. A lot of drama happening. Makes out with Leman, Perty and Jagh at least once, Rob threatens to leave him behind on a rest stop. Horus: Can‘t decide where to sit. Switches places every few minutes. Wants to sit next to all his brothers. This was his idea and he is very happy how well it‘s going. Constantly on call with Emps of Malcador to tell them that everything is okay and everyone still alive. Lorgar: Cuddeling with Angron, doesn‘t really want to watch the movie so he listens to a audiobook. Once Angron falls asleep he starts writing on his own book. Vulkan: Sitting behind Morty. He has brought a ton of food and drinks with him and shares with everyone. Very, very happy. One of the few to properlly wear his seatbelt. Corvus: Sits in the overhead bag-storage-space. Probally sleeping, has plenty of birb-food for snacking with them. Alpharius Omegon: everyone feels like they forgot something, but they aren‘t sure what. Don‘t worry tough, the two sit under the chairs and have fun watching the drama. At some point just appear in the seats at the very front on top so they have the best view.

[inkary]

Ot'lar, Iruxi barbarian and the Maw of the jungle (Belgian flag was unintended). Commission for Mjod

[thisuserislilsilly]

Synopsis: The years go by, but Jubik never forgot that day.

Pairing: Jubik x Ascilen (baby boy of @jaghatai-khock) Aureus from the same OG creators makes an appearance too

Genre: Drama/angst/PTSD mentions/ gore

TW: Blood, gore, angst, depictions of PTSD

Goblin tag squad: @cardinalcanis @finchly-tintinnabulation @artemisareia @echo-of-damnation

@meervalv0 @jaghatai-khock

The past isn't Merciful

Jubik had being sitting outside of Ascilen room nervously tapping his foot against the floor over and over, each time faster, his leg becoming a blur f speed. His eyes were fixated on the ground, his hands fidgeting with a cup of Mjod and a cigarette the serfs of the Merciful had brought him after the scandal he had just made.

He made passed a hand through his forehead, doing tiny circles in his skin to calm himself down, to shake off that memory from his mind. He had exploded there, to Ascilen, yelling and waving his hands around about how little did the Merciful seem to care about her baby, about the birth, the whole thing; treating it as another simple operation when it had been maybe the most important event in their lives, and Ascilen had been so nonchalantly every step of the process, from the moment he knew he was pregnant to the moment the Apothecary had showed them their little, precious daughter.

Some slow steps coming his way snapped Jubik out of it, he glanced upwards to see Aureus there, followed closely by what seemed to be a serf in case he needed some assistance; although Jubik knowing him for as long as he had suspected Aureus would rather fall to the ground or die before asking for someone else help.

"I heard what happened..." Aureus spoke softly, sitting down besides Jubik, glancing at Ascilen room and sighing "That memory again?" "Yes...again" Jubik returned his attention to his fingers fidgeting nervously, he was still tapping his foot on the ground "Have you spoken with him at all afterwards?" Ascilen guessed the answer before it came out of Jubik lips "I don't think he wants to hear that story now, specially with the girl in his arms" "You told me it was a woman...?" Aureus raised an eyebrow inquisitive "Fuck...I never told you the rest of it" "Heh, well, we never really got a chance to speak without formalities after the fuckers attacked the system" Aureus offered a weak smile to his friend "Wh-you want to hear it? Now?" Jubik raised his gaze at Aureus again, trying to spot any malice in his words "If that gives me further insight as to why you ran off the room shaking and tossing a servo-skull against a wall, yes" Aureus punched Jubik arm lightly "I guess..."

Jubik inhaled deeply, taking another drag out of the cigarette, tossing it to the ground and crushing it under his foot. Then he stared at the ground for a couple of seconds, lost in thoughts; minutes silently passed until Jubik started speaking without any notice, it began as a whisper that raised in tone once he realized Aureus could barely hear him over the serfs passing them by in the hall.

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The Indomitus Crusade had tossed us Nomads truly into the unknown, to places we could've never imagined or believed it was real if we hadn't seen it for ourselves; I was young in those days, on the mechanized company, can't remember if it was the 5th or the 6th and to be honest now that I only serve in the 10th I do not care if I am imprecise in that regard. We were tasked with being the back-up that would finally put an end to the rebellion on Fallorica IV, a pleasure World that had not been prepared in the slightest for an attack in the size and scale of the Death Guard and the worshippers of Nurgle; I will forever curse those who follow that fucking God, they had not allowed me to eat one meal since then that doesn't remind me of the pulsating tumors on a child infected with their "gifts" or a woman holing her dead child while maggots ea away the little bit of eyes she still had to see what was happening around her. It was hell, but not what made me react this way when I saw Ascilen giving birth to our girl.

No, it was the road to Kamusha. We were approaching the edge of that hill, the one every rich scumbag had once used to exploit their most wildest desires on big residential towers that, as I knew later, were used to be filled with the brim of those bureaucrats and entrepreneurs that danced, drank, fucked and ate everything they could while some poor guy had barely enough to pay for the clothes he was wearing. Those towers were no more than rubble that had rolled downhill and was now used for cover by Imperials and heretics alike. Each side trying to claim the hill for their own and have advantage over the plains below, so that was why we were there, to blow up stuff with the land raiders and repulsors and give the land troops a way up without getting shot before they reached the top.

On the way there was this camp of refugees, people that had been lucky enough to survive and flee the combat zone but not enough luck to know how to use a gun and make themselves useful for the Astra Militarum, so of course the regiments found nothing better for them other than build some improvised camps and help them with a big fireplace that they had to constantly put out at nights as to not signal the enemy that they were held up there. We were passing the first tents when the vehicles suddenly stopped, the gunners on top screaming at folk to get out of the way or else they would shoot, but nobody, not even the gunners themselves, actually believed that the Astartes would go through with any of their threats.

I was called by one of them to get up there and help with the few civilians that were already climbing n our land raider, get them out of there, simple pick the person up by their clothes and as gently as possible throw them back to the crowd below. As I began to help the gunner on that front, the tank began to slowly advance when the crowd understood what was going on, however that too made their demands for any kind of supply even more insisting; throwing their hands in the air towards us to grab onto whatever they could.

In the edge of the mob there was this...woman; by the Emperor I can't even remember what she was wearing or how her hair looked like, I just have the image of a young woman tucking her baby close to her chest, the child couldn't had been older than a year or a year and a half. She was in worst shape than the rest, that I remember clearly, because something inside of me just...had to help her, more than the others who could be able to fend off for themselves a day more or bother some guardsman for food; that mother wouldn't had a chance at doing those kinds of bargain taking into account her kid.

The gunner beside me, about the same age as me, taking into account almost the whole company had gotten out of the Neophytes around the same time that they had joined the 5th, groaned in frustration as she noticed the same woman I saw before; he bumped my shoulder to get my attention.

"To the Warp with this, someone hand me a stash"

I looked at him, shrugged, poked my head inside the land raider and grabbed one of the little bags we had stashed the supplies by the exact amount we needed for a day, upside down like that I saw the local interpreter we had brought with us if the locals couldn't understand High Gothic. He saw me, his eyes were injected with surprise and fear "No, Lord, don't try to give anything to them", he said with a trembling voice; I ignored him and returned to the surface giving the little bag to the gunner.

Taking advantage of how slowly we were moving, the battle-brother managed to calculate his throw perfectly; the bag flew in the air and landed at the woman feet. I remember the smile, bright despite the little teeth she still had left on her mouth. She picked it up with one hand as she shifted the child to his left; I remember her grip on the kid, gentle enough to not squeeze it, strong enough to not let them fall when they leaned.

The mob then opened a path big enough for the land rider to speed up, with our driver not wasting more time and hitting the accelerator with his foot while silently cursing in Cthonipem. The gunner and I kept looking at the group; then we held our breath as we understood the thing that had made the mob go away was their fixation on the bag the woman was now opening focused on the zipper while mumbling something to her kid with a smile. It didn't matter how much I screamed to get her attention, nor the threats the gunner made and the couple of shots he fired at the mob's feet.

They didn't back up. About five or six from the group swarmed on her. A second later, more joined the attempts to get the bag off from the woman. They did, she fell to the floor with the kid, the baby was crying. I remember it because it began to cry harder when the fight between the mob for the food began and the stomping commenced. The kid was far away enough, thank the Emperor, to not be stamped or squished by the bodies of the faceless mob that fought each other for getting those rations of food; the mother of that child wasn't so lucky. I watched it...I was low enough on the Land Raider to see brief glances at her body as it was kicked, punched and caused people to fall on top of her. I knew she was dead, I knew there was nothing I could do, but I felt compelled in jumping down the raider and separate the group.

I interrupted them when the bag was torn apart and the food spread everywhere; I tried to make them regain some sense of what they were doing, to control themselves. I saw the angry faces, the drive fueled by just one thought, one feeling, emotions controlling the body more than the mind could. There was no rhyme or reason; I could bet for my life that none of those citizens knew what they had done at that moment, it was just to survive, right?

They punched me, I felt nothing because of the armor, I could not move though, they surrounded me, demanding more food, for everyone, for nobody in particular. They scratched me, clawed the armor to rip it off from my body, broke there feet while trying to kick me. One of the vehicles that had stayed behind, a Repulsor, who they had just seen a Marine being swarmed by people, opened fired upon the mob; I saw each life leave their eyes as they were shot down, the last breaths, their last words in a language I couldn't understand and never wish to learn. It was brief, but I see those faces every time I wake up and when I go to sleep; just resting in Ascilen arms has made me sleep easily.

And when I saw Ascilen hold our baby like that, Aureus, I saw the woman again, talking to her kid about how lucky they had been by receiving such a boon from the Astartes that had come to make their miserable lives a bit better.

You asked me what had made me exit the room shaking, well...

There it is.

[moodymisty]

Misty I humbly request a Leman Russ fluff / lighthearted fic where every time he has to leave for war he gifts her a puppy, but now the sheer amount of dogs she has is a little ridiculous.

Is this just me wanting a massive Viking hubby and as many dogs as I could ever want? Yeah.

🍀

Author's note: Dog time! Very short but, It's cute i think.

Relationships: Leman Russ/Fem!Reader

Warnings: dogs

"Leman, You can't be serious."

The massive Fenrisian wolf pup wriggles in your arm, gumming at your arms and yipping. Russ tosses a hand outward to wave off your incredulous look, mouth agape.

"You always complain about how much you miss when Freya and are the other wolves were pups and you could take them to sleep with you, so here's another for while I'm gone."

While he mentions Freya, the first pup he ever gifted you- you named the dog after an old Fenrisian tale - he fails to mention the five other Fenrisian wolves you technically have.

While many of them are no longer your bed warmers, and now patrol the exterior of the Great Hall protecting it with sharp teeth in the never ending blizzards, they will still come to you barking and wanting affection.

"At this rate, you're going to run out of places to put them and meat to feed them with." Russ laughs, rolling his eyes. He leans forward to roughly pat the large pup on the head, it's ears twitching and he reaches out to try and playfully nip at his hand.

"Then just keep the pup while I'm gone, and then I'll give it to the whelps to train."

One of many things a Space Wolf must go through is working with the massive Fenrisian Wolves, and a lucky few can claim ones as mounts and battle companions.

After petting the pup he kisses your forehead, and leans up to his full height again.

"What. Do you want me to throw the pup back out with the others?" You instantly hold it tighter, it yipping happily in your arms.

"No! I'll do what you said; I'll keep it until you come back."

You had said that about the last one, and now your pack was six. Seven, is what it'll more than likely end up as even when Russ returns from his crusade.

The primarch laughs as your vehement refusal ever after complaining about this, as the cute pup wins out over logic. It licks your face, and you drop it onto the bed where it starts jumping around.

"Why would you just bring one of the grown ones in?" You laugh.

"Because it'll crush me in bed?" It's Russ' turn to laugh now, putting a hand to his chest.

"You have the same risk when you sleep with me, you know." Instead of fumbling over your argument like he had expected you shrug, nodding.

"True... Maybe I should just bring Freya back inside then."

Russ runs a hand through his braided hair and rolls his eyes, lamenting about something involving women, dogs, mjod and wanting to kill something, before leaving.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Footsteps in the Sand

Past -.- Future

Author's note: More Mermay with Su'cona.

Summary: Su'cona meets his bonded!

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

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Su'cona was swiming along the shoreline, patrolling the area, he'd heard that there had been rumors of Death Guard pulling some Nurgle grox-shit near this area. So he's patrolling the area to see if he can find any Death Guard or Death Guard Activity in the area to see what kind of threats they are posing to Ancient Terra. While most of their disease and inflictions that they have as swimming biohazards are severely weakened due to where they are in the time stream, they can still be very deadly, and can, with time and patient cunning, slowly poison and sicken an area into Rot and Ruin if it's not noticed soon enough.

So far, he and his squad haven't found anything, but he's told the younger brothers to stay sharp and to report anything that seemed off. Even if something didn't come of it, it was better to call if something seemed Off, rather than not and it potentially causes catastrophe. He turns his head, sensing movement and sees one of the many base line humans walking near the shore, their footsteps pressing shapes into the sand.

He blinks and follows apace with them subconsciously, they look quite lovely focused, and in thought as they slowly enter the water a bit, grumbling about how cold the water was, and he sees the goose pimples that rise on their skin from their reaction to the water. It's cute, as they still walk in the water, slowly getting used to the water as they get in pretty far in the water, that makes him frown in concern as he circles closer, popping his head up, and pulling of his helmet.

"Take care," He trills in the one of the local languages in the area, carefully forming the words, "The there is a drop off nearby that can pull the unwary down over their head. "Ocean can be dangerous."

They yelp a little, surprised to see him and stare at him with large wide eyes, startled to see a Space Marine. He tries to give them a friendly smile, "I am sorry for startling you, it wasn't my intention."

"Hello!" They say enthusiastically. "It's nice to meet you. I've never met one of your kin before."

"It's nice to meet you," He says warmly as he swims closer to them, his muscled sinuous form and the light of the sun in the water makes his scales shimmer. The humans eyes track his form. He is both a little amused and flattered when he smells the change in their scent as they see his form. How strong he is.

"I go by Su'cona," He says with a slight purr in his voice. "May I have the honnor of knowing your name?"

"Oh, my name its ---," The human replies with a bright smile.

"That's quite a lovely name, ---," He says carefully saying their name, their name rolls of his tongue smoothly, and he can almost taste honey with their name on his tongue. Which surprises him, as he feels a heady strong feeling.

He blinks, as he remembers what his brothers and cousins have said what it was like when they first bonded. Some had stronger or weaker bonds with humans. This lovely heady feeling has him feeling as he'd taken more Mjod than he'd intended to. Or had a concussion and spun in a circle a hundred times, upside down. With this wonderful, floaty, confusing feeling he wonders how any could try to reject it? It's... this is surely a blessing, a good thing. He continues to speak with the human, however he does notice they seem to be tiring and he offers to carry them to wherever their mode of transportation is. They seem flustered and move a bit before wincing and asking for his help. He carefully scoops up his precious, fragile, amazing bonded human and activates his flying through air ability and 'swam' carefully not to go to high off the ground, some humans were very scared of heights as he 'swims' as they direct him to their vehicle and he carefully sets them down gently.

"Thank you for speaking with me ---," He says warmly.

"It was nice to meet you Su'cona," They reply with a tired, but happy smile as they get into their car and he watches as they leave.

Part of him is tempted to follow them. He shakes his head. No, even though he spent his time well with the lovely human, he needs to get back to his duties with hunting after tainted warp-craft and Death Guard who aren't follow the rules laid out by some of the larger pods of Loyalist, Renegade, and Chaos. The patrol doesn't find anything, and he listens to his younger brothers talk about what they saw and did during the trip, although they peer down at him with little Looks.

He hums out a question and they point out that he seems... different. He explains to them with a joyous smile that he'd met his human and they were Bonded. They are all surprised and Delighted for him. And he laughs in amusement as they ask all sorts of questions on what his human was like, and if he'd let them meet his human and all sorts of other questions. Most of those questions he did not have the answer to, as he didn't know the answers to them himself. He'd reported into his Captain, about the patrol, as well as the personal thing that he had going on.

He was congratulated on finding his bonded and given some leave to try and find his bonded and decide if he'd keep the bond or not and get to know his human if he did or not. He thanks his Captain for his kindness and heads off to think, as well as see if he can try to find his human again. Salamanders are usually some of the more accepting of the bonds with humans, more than most. They tended to not have the... Super Intense bonds, that some of the other chapters have, due to embracing the bonds whole heart(s)edly.

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for October 31, 2016; #125.

Sepultura “Escape To The Void”

Meshuggah “The Demon’s Name Is Surveillance”

Fall Of Because “Shitsucker”

Type O Negative “Xero Tolerance”

Napalm Death Mass Appeal Madness

John Carpenter “Purgatory (Prurient RMX)”

Pharmakon “Crawling On Bruised Knees”

Masonna Inner Mind Mystique track #3

Sutcliffe Jugend “I Came Only To See Your Death”

NON “Knife Ladder”

Club Moral “Nazis Of The Night”

Suicide “Frankie Teardrop”

York Factory Complaint “Love”

Akitsa “Prophetie Heretique”

Bathory “Reaper”

Darkthrone “I En Hall Med Flesk Og Mjod”

Burzum “Dunkelheit”

Ash Pool “Dancing Death Masters”

Mayhem “Freezing Moon” (orig. + Dead VOX)

Ministry “Everyday Is Halloween”

Bonus Halloween special on Halloween night; noise, metal, black metal, and more.