#oc: [REDACTED]

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Got another Husbandry Rambling in the tank so here we go!

Due to some Awesome writing by the many talented authors in the husbandry space @kit-williams @sleepyfan-blog @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @egrets-not-regrets @bleedingichorhearts and others I will also tag cause I'm shit at remembering them all without looking directly at my messages and following list.

I've got some head canons I'd like to offer up!

How are Space Marine's punished for crimes in Husbandry?

Now there seems to be a consensus that those who Kill humans are hunted and culled. That seems to be the standard. This is assuming the offending Astartes goes on the run as soon as the crime is committed. Or that the human killer Astarte(s) have some kind of base where the killing occurs that eventually gets raided.

But what about those who commit lesser crimes? Or those who are apprehended before they can go on the run? Or even ones that aren't feral, but commited their crimes while living amongst the allied bases and humans?

I think Astartes Do have a prosecution system, though probably not one that is perfectly defined.

I imagine for some groups, the Astartes would hold their own responsible. I could see Imperial Fists, Salamanders, Ultramarines and Blood Angels "taking care" of their own bad actors. And for those groups I'd like to believe they'd generally take the task seriously and not just brush off wrong doings.

Others, and I hate to say it's mostly the traitor and chaos legions, might let things they consider "lesser" slide. Like if a Nightlord maims an unbonded human I could see the others of his claw covering for him. So he doesn't get punished.

But of course neither of the above examples are Always accurate. Just examples to help get the picture. There are probably hypocrite loyalists and traitors that meat out proper punishment for offenses.

But I imagine if enough problems add up like with a certain [redacted], and it can't be ignored any longer, the offending Astartes could be captured and put on trial.

The trial would involve reps from different marines hearing out evidence and probably a jury vote to determine guilt. This would occur in situations where the offender isn't caught literally in the act...or the murder den that we've seen in other fics.

But what comes After is what I'm most interested in. Once a marine is determined to be guilty; whether in a trial or by literally being caught in the act, who is in charge of the punishment...or in some cases...the execution?

Some legions would be the ones to remove their own bad actors. It would be a matter of Pride for both them and a small amount of honor for the guilty.

We purge you from our ranks and in doing so make up for the wrongs you've committed.

But what if a Space Marines actions are considered too Vile, too Agregious for an honorable death?

Well...thats when the executioners get involved. And only One Legion truly fits this parameter.

The Night Lords.

They were the Empire's shock troopers, the most frightening of all Astartes to Ever encounter as a mortal.

If the Court feels an Astartes has fallen so far from grace he requires not punishment, not rehabilitation, not even an honorable death, but a painful combination of vengeance and execution....

You call the Nightlords.

You hand the guilty off to them, not just so they may be punished....but so they can be made an Example of.

It is a fate worst than death, reserved Only for the most vile actors of Astarte kind.

[i-am-a-fan]

Have some art doodles while i do some more hw :,))))

[ghosthostwiththemost]

This is the character, btw, that I'm referencing in the last two OC tags things I reblogged lol

[pigeonrocks]

:3

[ruushes]

> pull her into a hug

[willow-bone-art]

[elierosies]

Thinking... 💭

I fear I have fucked up a little, but it doesn't matter!

It's ren, his perfection makes up for it. ! _ !

[queenie-the-court-jester]

an unhealthy obsession

Online boyfriend x afab!reader

A/n: this was rushed, sorry y'all 😞🌺

tw: noncon, drugging, somnophilia, identity fraud, mentioned cheating, online relationship, kidnapping, mention of masturbation

💉you met Xavier exactly a year and a half ago. A friend Introduced you, with you both quickly hitting it off. He was so charismatic and friendly! He made you feel good inside. Becoming mutuals, you were chatting everyday. (After confirming he was a real person and who he said he was)

💊 but little did you know he was lying about everything. All the pictures he sent? Edited. His calls and voice recordings? Distorted to where you can't recognize it. He was highly insecure, thinking that if you knew who he really was you'd turn your nose in disgust

💉he wasn't actually Xavier. He was an ex boyfriend you used to have in highschool, freshman year. You knew most relationships at that age never lasted long, but you couldn't help and feel hurt when you walked in on him messing around with some girl. You forgot his name...

💊 he regretted what he did. He really did! But he knew you wouldn't give him another chance so easily. So he was left to pretend to be someone else, just to hear your laugh. See your face through pictures. He couldn't get you out of his head! His parents were never there for him, but you were. You were always there. Loving and coddling him. He'd be damned to let that go so easily

💉it took a while to get your friend to introduce him, and every bone in his body to not jump and squeal in joy when you both finally "met". But now that you've been dating for a while, you want to meet up.. that's not good. He can keep making excuses for so long until you get tired

💊 so he does anything to pacify you. Sending you money, gifts, flowers. All while stroking himself to hearing your excited rambles on call. How many times has he shamelessly masturbated to your voice? He couldn't count. You were just too sexy!

💉 his resolve lasted only 5 more months until he finally agreed to meet you. His heart beating with anxiety as he waited in the cafe. Wearing sunglasses, a facemask and a hoodie. Brushing it off as him being shy you sat next to him and quickly started talking. As if you weren't uneasy by his (lack of) appearance. God how he adored you.

💊 you went on multiple dates after that, trying to convince him to take off the mask and glasses but he was stubborn. 'Till he got a grand idea. Inviting you to his house was the biggest blessing for him, and the biggest nightmare for you. Setting up a fancy dinner in his living room, whipping up your favorite dish and drink. Crushing fertility and sleeping pills in the food

💉clueless you trusted him blindly, giving him a kiss on the cheek and smiling fondly at the romantic setting. He pulled out a chair for you to sit down, and pushed it back in once you did. Still wearing his glasses and face mask, but at this point you didn't mind it as much

💊 he watched you eat quietly, chit chatting as he could feel all the blood rush to his cock in anticipation of his dubious plan. You started to feel drowsy and apologized halfway to finishing your food, your cup empty as you went to the sofa and fell ontop of it. Barely conscious

💉he grinned, taking off his glasses and mask, picking you up easily and shakily Snaking a hand down to tug off your clothes. worming his tongue in-between your lips, Hungrily lapping at your saliva while plopping you onto the bed.

💊 he ripped off his shirt, grabbing a bottle of lube and shoving the tip into your hole. Squirting it inside as he teased your genitals. Pulling the bottle away, he quickly replaced it with his dick's tip. Shoving it in and letting out a satisfied groan, bottoming out inside your slippery insides.

💉 he wasted no time In pounding into you, holding your hips flushed against his as he was determined to breed your tight pussy. Bending down a bit to suckle on your breasts, biting and nibbling anywhere he could reach. He went all night, until he physically couldn't give you anymore of his sperm.

💊 flopping ontop of you, he kissed your unconscious form tenderly, caressing your tummy with a loving smile. When you'd wake up, you'd definitely remember your ex boyfriend, Damien.

"so pretty.. now you can't leave me, because soon We'll have a baby on the way~ you wouldn't mind living in the forest where no one can find you right? Hah, ofcourse you don't.."

[ponchig]

⚠️SUGGESTIVE⚠️

My angelsona 🌸

[sincerelywhistler]

You bring an incubus to Las Vegas ONE time.

More like Las Slaygas

Hot Boi Honeymoon has officially breached the SkySide discord server ;)

[jtl-fics]

A hypothetical scene in TBD that happens away from Andrew's POV

Read: HERE

Thank you @emry-stars-art for drawing this joke for meeeee I love you and you are the best <3

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Oh Argeret...how...lovely to see you again.

Also excuse me is this more fucking Proof?? That the Reason most Primaris Marines have been found dead is because Petras Has Definitely, been getting to them first??

I mean I figured it was that but this more or less proves it.

And I Do Wonder...

Castiel mentioned a Video. But it wasn't mentioned where that video's recording is/If he still has it in the tech of his armor somewhere...

Interesting.

Threat until He's Dead

Summary: More of [redacted] in Husbandry.

Warning: Character Death, murder, blood, Let me know if I need to add anything else.

Past =-= Next

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

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

He had been patrolling the area- his Crusade had chosen to camp here, Ancient Terra truly had some stunning vistas, and beautiful sights. Such a shame that the rugged wilderness and beauty of it would be destroyed by the actions of others by the time he was born. Not that he’d ever had the honor of going to Holy Terra herself.

He had gotten into… some scuffles with a few impudent first borns that had dared try to steal his Excessive Delights that the Slanneshi Whore Zaarius had made for him. Some of his Crusade and the idiot’s Crusade had thought he’d been a bit overly harsh with the moron that had dared to sin, and steal from him.

He had snapped at both that stealing is a sin- and brother hadn’t asked for some of his food. His Crusade had nodded in agreement with his words, backing down- and the Crusade leader of the moron had huffed at him angrily, but hadn’t tried to Challenge him.

He has been challenged by fools before on Ancient Terra- and proven his rank as an Honorable Chaplain Captain- and the might of arms and strength of mind that it takes to attain his rank. He hadn’t killed those fools- despite Chapter Policies, due to how few of them are on Ancient Terra. 

But he’d run out promises of fealty and diligence. He’s not a Chapter Master or High Marshal in title- but he’s gotten to influence quite a few of the other Black Templar Crusades by having their enraged Crusade Leaders going after him for ‘too harsh’ punishments and he’s won the fights.

Their apologies, and their bowed knees and oaths of fealty in exchange for their lives, and the lives of their Crusade is a sweet music to his ears that proves him Right and Righteous. That all that he does is Blessed and Chosen by the God Emperor, for if he hadn’t been, then he wouldn’t have won those Challenges.

Now- that damned Emperor’s Champion- the one writing those heretical books and that ‘unbreakable’ bond. He was thorn in his side- same with that other battle brother that had an ‘unbreakable’ bond as well. Both of them stood in defiance against the wisdom of the Chaplains.

It had been understandable why he and the other Chaplains had decided, with him as the main voice for them to Shun, to Excommunicate, and to deny them entrance and much contact with their fellow Black Templars.

It also halted the whispers from other, more foolish brothers who had the breakable bonds of trying to seek out their human. To do so would damn them, and now that they knew the consequences of trying to accept the Witch-bond, very few would want to. Not unless it was the unbreakable bond.

So what if that Brother Roland, and that Emperor’s Champion likely disliked him for the role that he played for their ostracization. They had been thorns in his side- and not yielding to his will, and while he supposed he could win against Roland…. 

Arnault the Emperor’s Champion was famous for his exploits and that would… likely not end in his Favor. So having the both of them ostracized made it so that their influence in Black Templar politics was hamstrung and very limited. For the good of the souls of the rest of their brothers of course. And only helped bolster his own reputation and power among them was secondary. 

He is shaken out of his thoughts by the scent of blood- Astartes blood. He takes the moment to center himself and then tries to track down who it is who’s bleeding so much. He finds one of the abominations and he pauses for a moment and clasps his hands together in prayer and thanks the God Emperor for this second chance.

Castiel of the Black Templars- a Primaris Tech Marine, was badly wounded. He had been dutifully tending to the machine spirits and armor of his first born brothers- had accidentally stumbled across a video of something strange. 

It was of The Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras- he had been… speaking with a stranger- who looked like an Astartes- with silver hair and purple eyes and pale, pale skin. His armor had been strange- purple and he thought he’d seen some symbols of Chaos on the other’s armor.

He stopped the video and shook his head. That - didn’t make sense. If the Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras met a Chaos Marine- he’d purge their life for the honor of the Astartes as a whole, not almost amicably speaking to one.

So Castiel had copied the video- and then had gone to the Chaplain- waiting until the other had been alone- and had shown him the video. He had been about to very concernedly as him questions- not trying to black mail him- or whatever other obscenities that the Honorable Chaplain Captain had claimed he’d said he was doing.

He had at first- tried to dodge the other’s blows, but the Chaplain had grabbed some of his mechadendrites and pulled. That had hurt- and he couldn’t stop the binary screech  of agony he’d let out.

The Honorable Chaplain hadn’t stopped until he blacked out. Castiel has no idea where he is. He’d been on a ship, and now he’s badly wounded on a planet he doesn’t recognize. Surrounded by wilderness and is in a mostly broken form.

He closes his eyes briefly as he tries to use his senses, the Holy Gifts that he’d been blessed by the Mechanicus to stretch out and try to find someone or something that he can call out to for aid. His eyes snap open as he turns and hears a voice.

A horrible, terrible, voice that is so familiar and that voice, he was the one to have injured him so badly, that caused dread and errors flicker across his form. The Chaplain Captain that had beaten him…. Had he decided to drop him onto this planet? Why? 

Was it because he found out something disgraceful? Castiel feels very sorry for himself, he hadn’t known that Petras was mid-corruption. Otherwise he would have sent the holo-vid to someone else- and hadn’t tried to go to Petras and ask him what it was about.

He walks over to the mostly dead abomination and pulls out his blade. The tech abomination tries to crawl away from him and he shakes his head and kicks at it. It screams in agony and tries to continue to flee from him.

“You will die at my hands again,” he says to the abomination of flesh and metal, “For the information that you tried to black mail me with. Death is your reward. Abomination.”

Castiel managed to find something that wasn’t Petras’s own armor- some Space Wolves were nearby- and one of them had a Tech Marine. He sent out a binaric distress call- and got a confused response back.

The bastard who had beaten him near to death, and was killing him (not that Castiel knows that he’s dying for a second time). Gets another response from the Space Wolf Tech Marine. Castiel knows that he’s dying, and he tries to respond, but can’t- the bastard has cut his vocal chords and he dies with a gurgling whimper.

He sneers down at the abomination of tech and flesh and hears movement, he mentally curses and heads away from the abomination, washing off the blood and other fluids from his weapons and armor and heads back to his Crusade.

“How was patrol, sir?” One of the others asks him with a slight smile on their face as they recognize him approaching.

“It went well,” He says with a hum, “I think there might be Space Wolves nearby.”

“Thanks for the warning,” One of the other jokes.

“You’re welcome,” He says with a fond smile, “We should prepare if they find this camp and demand guest rights and try to eat us out of our food and drink.”

“Yes sir,” The others say with a sigh as they prepare for the potential arrival of Space Wolves.

Meanwhile the Space wolves- and the prompting of their tech marine is scouring for something- or someone badly injured. They find the dead body of a Black Templar- and from his size- and the testing done by their Apothecary, he’s a Primaris Marine.

“This is the- what, the third Primaris Marine we’ve found dead,” Says one of the younger space wolves, an apothecary in training, contempt heavy in his voice as he sneers down at the dead cousin. “They are pathetic, to die on Ancient Terra. None of us First Borns have died upon arrival on Ancient Terra.”

"That's enough," His older brother Apothecary says, smacking the back of his head, "Don't be an ass and help me with organ removal."

"Yes sir," He says with a huff as he gets to the grisly task at hand.

[xjk039]

More ren and emii

[clanborn]

Wake up with a hatchet over your head

You wake up with a hatchet over your head

[bathylychnops]

bad guyssss aaouu

dangers of dating your villain coworker & rough sketches trying to draw radar more cartoon evil

+ the suit gets hot and gotta air those thangs out

+last one is redraw of a sketch from mid? late? 2023 (oldone on the right)

[milkywayes]

garrus and his blackwatch goons from ->dreamt a cipher