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sleepyfan-blog · 2 months ago
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Five + One
Author’s Note: This is set before Cedric was brought to Ancient Terra! I hope that you enjoy this. Masterlist of BT shenanigans here. Thanks to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for allowing me to borrow her OC Jerahmiel!
Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan 
Warnings: blood, violence, murder, medical terminology, medical practices, please ask me to tag something if I missed it/something bothers you 
Summary: Five times Cedric was able to save injured Brothers and one time he didn’t. 
Ansen limped into the med-tent that Cedric as working in and leaning heavily on Malachai, who had helped him get back to the temporary encampment where injured marines and other Imperial Forces could be tended to. The system they were fighting in was embroiled in a huge border war between The IMperium and the duplicitous forces of a new but irritatingly persistent xeno race.
Cedric looks him over, a small frown appearing on his face as he instructed the pair “Please sit on the exam table, Ansen. Are you injured as well, Mal?”
Malachai shook his head “Not really/ I brought Ansen over due to his fucked up leg. My right hand is damaged, but nothing that an hour or so of letting it heal on it’s own won’t fix. My sqord broke and I need to get a new weapon while this one is being reforged.”
“Alright then. Be sure to stop by the food tent before you leave.” Cedric responded, already starting to look Ansen over.
“Heard. See you both later.” Malachai answered with a cheerful wave as he headed off.
“How’d you get injured? Whatever injured your leg it doesn’t seemed to have cut through your armor at all, somehow. Perhaps some kind of phasing technology? How much feeling do you have in this leg?” Cedric asked as he swiftly removed the other’s leg armor and began to clean, suture and bandage his wounds “These stitches are absorbable, so you need not come back to have them removed. If you notice signs of infection or if one or more of your wounds opens up again, please return for treatment.”
“.. One of the xenos cowards managed to sneak up behind me in the bushes while I was taking a piss. Malachai decapitated the motherless bastard while I put my armor back on. It was only after that I realized the blue fuck had managed to stab me several times before it’d been killed.” Ansen huffed. His helmet was on, but Cedric knew the other was blushing.
“That is some shit luck, brother. Keep your weight off of that leg for an hour or so and you’ll be combat ready again… So long as you don’t get stabbed while pissing.” Cedric consoled his brother, just barely able to keep a straight face. He was not going to laugh. Stealthy, cowardly xenos attacks could happen to anyone. “Any other injuries?”
“Other than my pride and reputation? No, not really.” Ansen grumbled.
Cedric patted his fellow Primaris on the shoulder. “Go forth and slay the alien scum in an hour, brother dearest. You’ll be able to reclaim lost honor that way.” 
“... Thanks Cedric.” Ansen sighed as he got up and hobbled out of the med tent.
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It did not take long before another Brother was brought to Cedric in need of patching up.
Lieutenant Aldenbrech was rushed onto the surgical table by his squadmates. Cedric immediately started an IV drop as the amount of blood gushing out of the nasty wound  along the firstborn’s abdomen and the ashen tint to his skin spoke of a concerning amount of blood loss, even for an Astartes. The second thing he did was swiftly clean the wound and stitch up the major artery that had been pierced, his hands stone-steady.
Cedric then had to suction the blood that had pooled in the lieutenant’s abdominal cavity, battling the other’s own high healing factor to do so thoroughly enough to ensure that no blood remained where it shouldn’t be to cause trouble later.
“Are you certain that you only want mild local anesthetics? This is going to take some time and it won’t be pleasant in the least, sir.” Cedric asked, a medium-high dose of morpha held in one hand, as he continued to tend to the other’s injuries.
“I want to get back into the fight as soon as possible. A large dose of a heavy anesthetic like that will take me out of the fight for longer than I’m willing to wait and recuperate. I must get back onto the battlefield as soon as possible.” Lieutenant Aldenbrech grumbled, shifting just a little on the surgical table.
“Sir you will need to take the next twenty four hours to recover… Ideally, you should take forty-eight hours to recover, but I am well aware of the fact that the xenos scum are showing no signs of stopping the invasion of this world.” Cedric warned the other marine.
“Are my guts back in place?” The lieutenant demanded a heavy scowl on his face as he looked up at Cedric.
“Yes, the wound wasn’t wide enough to spill organs, nor intestines sir. Bit-” Cedric answered, sighing internally at how stubborn the older marine was being.
Aldenbrech interrupted him “Then pull the IV needle out of my arm. I need to be out there now!”  He shifted, as if to get off of the table. He sat up quickly and nearly fell back against the table, his skin going an ashen color “I told you none of the heavy medications!”
“And I obeyed your orders, sir. But you need to wait until the IV has finished at least. You’ve lost several listers of blood on your way to treatment and all that blood needs replacing, or you won’t have the strength to stand, much less fight.” Cedric pointed out, suppressing the annoyed sigh that threatened to escape him. 
“You don’t understand! My apprentice Dylies… He was… He was cut down by one of the xenos commanders. He took a blow meant for me, and I must avenge him!” The lieutenant hisses, eyes flashing with determination and desperation.
“I can increase how much it infuses into you at one time by a certain amount, but you must wait. You can’t avenge Dylies if you’re about to go into the Emperor’s Embrace yourself, sir.  Dylies would want you to take care of yourself before avenging him” Cedric quietly reminded the firstborn marine. He was pushing aside his own grief at the loss of a Primaris Brother. It was likely that more would fall before the xenos threat were driven from this system. His job was to tend to the living.
Lieutenant Aldenbrecht huffed but nodded, still disgruntled but he said “... YOu have a point. How long must I wait?”
“Three hours sir. However the window of time where you need to be monitored by an Apothecary for possible allergic or other negative reactions has passed. SO long as you keep the IV pole with you and allow the infusion to continue as it is currently set, you may walk about the base camp and tend to light duties as you feel capable of doing them, sir.” Cedric  responded, aware that the officer was likely to be needed in the ongoing tactical planning and execution meetings.
“Good. I’ll come back if I start feeling worse, or more likely, when it’s done infusing.” the lieutenant rumbled, nodding as he heaved himself up onto his feet and slowly shuffled out of the tent, followed by his squadmates.
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Olivar carried Lestras into Cedric’s medical tent, skidding to a halt from the dead sprint that he had galloped into the space with. Lestras had been carried in on Olivar’s back, and their breathing was fast and shallow.
Some of their wounds were immediately apparent to the young Apothecary as he grabbed the wound cleanser and burn ointment “What happened?” cedric asked as his rock-steady hands swiftly took off the rest of Lestras’ ruined chest plate and greaves before he started to clean the other’s extensive and bubbling burn and laceration wounds.
“Xenos bastards implanted bombs in some of the mortal civilians they were tormenting and that our squad had been tasked with rescuing.” Olivar answered bluntly, a slight shudder running through the other Primaris Marine “Lestras spotted the surgical markings on the affected civilians and separated them from the rest of the group… He’d managed to get most of them away from the untainted civilians when the bombs were triggered.”
Lestras looked up at Cedric from where they lay on the table, eyes glassy with shock and pain “Oww…” He mumbles “Everything hurts.”
Cedric’s eyes softened a little as he injected them with a moderate dose of morpha. They were going to need it, as cleaning burn wounds felt truly awful for the patient in question. “Tell me when the pain killer kicks in. You will be able to tell with how much I gave you.”
Lestras let out an agonized laugh through cracked and bleeding lips “That bad, Cedric? We’ve been taught that pain and suffering is good for the body and soul.”
“But excess of anything attracts the attention of the foul despoilers. Burn wound treatment is going to be miserable, even with morpha helping you with the pain. There’s no need to go looking for more Les.” Cedric reminded them kindly.
Lestras nodded, closing their eyes for a couple of moments. Their body relaxed and a soft sigh left them “Ohh… You gave me some of the really good stuff… Big ouch impending then?”
“Yes. There is a lot of wound debridement in your immediate future.” Cedric warned his brother. WIth how fast Primaris Marines healed, for Lestras’ health and safety, ,the first few layers of burned flesh needed to be debrided off in order to encourage even, healthy growth of the other’s injured tissues. Cedric looked over to Olivar “Unless you are injured as well, I would suggest that you head out, Olivar. This is going to be a very unpleasant process.” 
Olivar nodded “I’m going to get something to eat, then find an outgoing squad to keep up the fight. May the god emperor guide and protect you both,”
“Oww…” Lestras sighed as he internally braced himself for the agony that he wos about to endure.
“Tell me when the morpha starts to wear off. This process is going to take hours.” Cedric warned his sibling.
“Okay Cedric, I promise. Give me a few moments to get into a meditative state and I’ll be ready for this trial.” Lestras murmured.
Cedric nodded, watching his sibling and started once they had achieved that internal state.
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Brother Felixald was brought into Cedric’s medical tent on a stretcher, carried there by his squadmates. All five of the firstborn marines were in varying states of injury, but Felixald was unconscious and barely breathing.
One of his legs was gone from the knee down with a makeshift tourniquet in place to keep him from bleeding out. Cedric immediately began assessing the five older marines, suggesting ”You two should seek immediate help. THose puncture wounds look like they need  immediate assistance… I think you’ve been poisoned, from the way those wounds look and smell.” Cedric was already getting the cauterization tool ready as he assessed the bloody and raw leg stump, in case he needed to cut off more to ensure that the older marine would heal properly.
The two firstborns he suggested to leave did so immediately. The other two marines sat down heavily on the far side of the tent. One of them asked “Do you want us to recount how we got the injuries, or would you rather we stayed quiet while you take care of Feli, and get report when it’s our turn?” Brother Nulik asked.
“His most obvious injury shouldn’t take me long. Sir, I am going to administer a dose of morpha, as cauterization hurts like hell. Injecting now.” Cedric answered, speaking mostly to his barely conscious patient.
“Have… Ontel. Need to share.” Brother Felixald managed out, his grey-brown eyes flittering open as he stared up desperately into Cedric’s face “No morpha! Need a clear… Fuck! I do feel better. The xenos! They.. They are camouflaging themselves. It’s how I got this way.”
“The intel will be shared immediately. What are they pretending to be?” Cedric soothed his patient as he carefully cleaned and sanitized the older marine’s recently exploded or pehrpss cut off leg stump before he applied the cauterization tool. The sizzle of heat against wet and teh unpleasant smell of burning flesh was an eye-watering stench that Cedric had long become used to. He makes a quick note in the other’s file flagging him for an immediate prosthetic fitting.
“Some of them look like Astartes from an unknown chapter… Others took the colors of the ULtramarines. Their duplicity was revealed when the fuckers tried to kill us. God-Emperor damn them!” Brother Felixald growled, his exhaustion and the morpha causing him to slur his words together a little.
Cedric dutifully sent that urgent bit of intel off to his mentor to handle as he continued to batch up the badly injured marine and his two remaining squadmates. “I have informed Apothecary Xonfried, who will ensure that this information is disseminated quickly. Is there anything that you or your squadmates would like to report?”
Nulik and Bekith both shook their heads “No, Apothecary. That’s the relevant part of what happened, other than the numbers of foul xenos we murdered.”
“Alright. You two are free to go, and they’ve got the food-tent up and running.. Brother Felixald, you’ll need to stay for a bit as you’ve lost a significant portion of blood, and I’m going to start you on an infusion to get your volume back up to what it should be.” Cedric murmured.
“Aye, I can tell by how the world spins unpleasantly beneath me.” Felixald answered, laying back on the table and letting Cedric care for him properly as his squadmates headed off to get something to eat.
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Cedric was carefully re-sanitizing his workspace when he heard the tell-tale sounds of running astartes headed in his direction. The young Apothecary swiftly finished cleaning, the coppery tang of blood and the chemical-bitter scent of stressed Marine hitting Cedric. 
A half-dozen Astartes rushed into his medical tent, carrying Brother-sergeant Jerahmiel between them on a stretcher. The firstborn Marine was very badly hurt, with dozens of armor-piercing wounds inflicted all over his body. To make things worse, the sargent appeared to have lost his helmet during battle, given the extensive new burns all over his head and face.
It did seem as if the older marine’s eyes were still fully functional, despite the awful state they were in, from the way they narrowed at Cedric's approach, a low hiss leaving the sergeant’s ruined lips and broken teeth.
“Honorable Older Brothers.” Cedric began, just loud enough to cover the wordless sounds of protest from the injured marine now on his surgical table, doing his best to protect a sense of concern and urgency “Each of you are also badly injured and I can only tend to one Brother at at im. I urge each of you to seek treatment immediately. I will do what I can to save the honorable brother sergeant.” He did not allow himself to feel anything but concern and determination in this moment.
It worked! The other battered and bleeding first born brothers quickly left to get their own wounds treated without so much as a backwards glance. Aware that if they stayed, Cedric would need to triage all seven of them, and would be forced to leave the brother-sargeant to be treated last, due to his all too tenuous grasp on life at the moment.
Cedric’s hands were steady and his face a mask of calm as he worked to clean, treat and bandage Jerahmiel  wounds, listening to the sounds around the two of them. He also double checked to make sure that the sergeant’s armor was, as he methodically checked over the other’s injuries.
If his hands slipped a little occasionally, pressing too hard ,causing more pain than was necessary… Well that was due to his inexperience and exhaustion. Cedric had been diligently tending to his injured Brothers for weeks with minimal sleep or rest and food. Cedric had yet to administer any pain relievers because he needed to conserve supplies. Suffering was good for the body and soul, after all “Stop struggling. You are under my care nd you will take what I give you, BRothe.” Cedric commented.
THe twitchy, badly injured firstborn marine stilled compeltely as he said those words, his half-ruined yes locking onto Cedric’ss. Dread perfumed the air as the sergeant rasped out with ruined vocal cords, barely able to speak “Wh-what did you just say?” He was clearly familiar with the phrase.
Cedric smiled benignly down at the Brother-Sargeant and answered with “I need you restrained. You are resisting the inevitable and what is necessary. Resistance is not just futile, but heretical.”
The dread intensified and the badly injured bastard attempted to stand up and escape Cedric.
Hah
The firstborn Marine had barely managed to sit up when Cedric raised up one hand and lightly shoved Jerahmiel back down onto the surgical table, pressing against the other’s fractured ribs. It truly was remarkable how badly injured the fucker was. A pity he didn’t qualify for dreadnought entombment. He did not possess the skill and experience to save this astares’ life “If you are free of sin, the god-Emperor will ensure that you survive this trial, Brother.”
“How… Why… Why are you saying that? How do you know what I had told that mouthy abomination I culled under the orders of Chaplain Petras?” THe sergeant wheezed, fear and confusion clear on his face, along with a tremendous amount of pain.
“His armor recorded his last moments, and the proceeding conversation… Sir. Unlike yours, his armor was fully functional at the time of his death. I found the recording of you beating him to death for no good reason.” Cedric answered placidly “He was beaten to death because he was going to report your… Indiscretion with that civilian woman that he witnessed. DId you really think he would’ve confronted you about it without ensuring that should something have happened to him, that you would escape justice? The Emperor’s light shines upon us all equally. As does his judgment.”
“Are you..What are you … You… Agk!” Jerahmiel sputtered, clearly trying to make sense of Cedric’s words, and failing, from his clear confusion.
“The honored Primarch decreed Primaris Marines to be made. He sent us out to help our firstborn Brothers in protecting the Imperium. The high marshal has declared that we are not heretical. So what right do you have to brand us as such, for merely existing? Do you believe yourself more righteous than one of the loyal sons of the Emperor?” Cedrc purred, leaning more of his weight onto the badly injured bastard, helpless before him.
Renewed pain bloomed across the sergeant’s face, along with understanding and a primarl fury “You… Fucker! He hissed, spitting up at him, blood bubbling at the corners of his lips. Hisbreathing labored and uneven. Jerahmiel’s hearts were beating rapidly Cedric could feel them under his hands.
Cedric had injected the other with a paralytic which kept him helpless on the surgical table. The much younger marine grinned boyishly as he avoided the flying and bloody spittle “It’s suchc a shame you were too badly injured for me to save you with the resources I have available, sir. I’m sure your loss will be felt by the Crusade… But the relief that your loss by those who were inflicted by your temper and tyranny far outweigh the sorrow caused by your death.” He keeps increasing the pressure on the other’s broken ribs, feeling them shift.
The jagged, broken bone-shards dig into the bastard’s lungs deeper and deeper. 
Jerahmiel’ glare was scorching.
Cedric was wholly unthreatened by him. He had the upper hand here, not this firstborn bastard.
Cedric laughed, breathing and victorious as he felt the other’s rib bones slide up into the fucker’s hearts. He kept pressing and shoving until the sergeant’s hearts had stopped beating and his body went limp.
Cedric then removed the other’s geneseed, placing it carefully in the appropriate container for viability testing. After that, Cedric removed all viable useful organts, implants and prosthetics. He had the other stripped of his rumor armor and weapons. Everything of value was sent off to their proper places.
After that, Cedric carried the bastard’s cooling body over to the promethium-fueled flaming body pit and tossed the sergeant’s corpse into it. As his body caught fire, Cedric dutifully logged Jerahmiel ‘s injuries and that he was KIA.
The young apothecary returned to his assigned medical tent, carefully cleaning all of his tools and the table, his hearts light and his conscience clear. 
As an Apothecary, two of his jobs were harm reduction and threat nullification. Brother-sargeant Jerahmiel had killed a half-dozen primaris marines with no good cause, and his kills had begun to become more frequent and starting to cluster together. As were the excessive beatings and other acts of cruelty the fucker had visited upon living primaris marines. Cedric took pride in every aspect of being an Apothecary, and would neutralize other threats as the opportunity to do so came up. So long as his curtailing of cruelty did not cause more suffering amongst his fellow Primaris marines, of course.
Cedric hears more running footsteps and greets his next injured Brother-patient with a gentle and concerned smile on his face.
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emo-bunny-1317 · 2 years ago
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yuriipon · 2 years ago
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2016 January 22nd "A commish for Pastelgami of her OC Ansen on Gaia Online "
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arlenianchronicles · 4 years ago
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Throwback to that time in high school when I wrote a science-fantasy alien-invasion story about an alien and a human boy forming a parent-child bond loll
Alrighty that does feel a little out of the blue ^^;;; After all my fantasy works, something sci-fi feels quite ... alien! loll But it’s science-fantasy in that I didn’t go into detail about the tech, and the invasion already happened years ago; I just wanted to focus on the relationship between the boy and the alien while the aliens have control over Earth.
Speaking of those two, their names are Crane and Ansen respectively! Ansen is the alien’s Earth name; his race, the Qaens, have a whole naming custom that allows them to have multiple names, but I’m not about to bore y’all with all of Ansen’s loll I think it’d be cool to have many names though, assuming you can remember them all! XDDD
The Qaens’ hair is also made up of feathers, rather like a bird’s wing. I know it doesn’t look much like feathers, but I was drawing it in the style of Aurelydan’s Firebird! ^^;;; I imagine that the male Qaens have longer feather-hair and brighter patterns than the female Qaens (similar to birbs, and for birb mating stuffs ... I don’t know if they’d do a fancy mating dance though hahaa)
Also, I never finished their story, but from what I do have, Crane is a traditional artist and nephew to the rebellion’s leader. He first encounters Ansen when the latter is captured on a reconnaissance mission (which was being done by both the rebellion and Qaen scouts). Then things happen, freedom and recapturing, cross-country travel, interrogation, escape and recapturing -- but most importantly, found-family bonding! :DDD
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tiktaalic · 3 years ago
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I don't think ship it by britta lundin can win anymore 😔
Help me britta lundin’s riverdale oc’s ansen eckles and neesha kolins you’re my only hope
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emo-bunny-1317 · 3 years ago
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HDSAJDGFHHHJSGAFFSGAFSGHKSJSGAFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
THANK YOU SO MUCH JOY
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Just finished this piece of fanart! Check out @emo-bunny-11037 for more info because this is fanart of his ocs, Ansen and Jason!
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iamcole · 4 years ago
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Tag 8 people you want to get to know better
favourite colour: Lime green, neon colors in general ngl
last song I listened to: Cradles by Sub Urban
favourite musicians: uHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... Alestorm, Panic! At The Disco, Hozier, Florence + The Machine, Primus, Oingo Boingo, Tom Lehrer, The Oh Hellos, Great Big Sea, Darren Korb, (Music is a special interest I could talk for actual hours about it)
last movie I watched: Mad Max (The first one)
last show I watched: Phineas and Ferb bc I needed some silly shit
favorite OC: Oh god. Shade. Absolutely Shade Hawke. (I gave her that last name bc she went through a name change when I first played DA 2 lmfao. Her birth name is Shade Ansen Silver)
sweet, spicy, or savoury: Sweet or savoury bc spicy will destroy me ._.
bubbly water, tea, or coffee: Does bubbly water mean soft drinks bc if so then yeah that. If not then tea bc coffee is disgusting. Can’t do bitter.
Tagged by: @southern-belle-outcasts
Tagging: @fireworkvamplee @bothsidesofaquestion @chmpn @diabolusdevia @worldxsmine @judithrubilia @defyxoblivion and anyone else who’d like to!
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kp11photos-blog · 4 years ago
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Helloooo everyone! It's been a while since I posted on here! Well, I'm back with a bang (hopefully) and wanted to share a new way to present my work! Cinemagraphs!!! (Moving photos) Really really enjoyed making these! Hope ya'll like em too! Credits: Gilmore: - Cosplay: Me (@kp11photos on Twitter) -Photo/Initial Edit: Ansen Photos (@ansenphotos) -OC: @matthewmercervo From @critical_role #CriticalRole #criticalrolecosplay #critters #shaungilmore #gilmore https://www.instagram.com/p/CC6QIMSDRJt/?igshid=1jwu0yxs3kyoi
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kaito-yuki · 4 years ago
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Kaito’s (Other Fandom) AUs
Naruto: Kaito is a ninja from the Hidden Leaf/Mist, his clan can manipulate chakra to mark their target and even fake their own death, he can also by part of Haku’s (Ice Release) clan, and is best suited to become ANBU and/or a Kage’s guard/aide. 
Bleach: A Quincy who was a student of Soken’s (in parallel with FT’s Kaito’s bond with Gray/Ul), killed/captured alongside him. He escapes from Mayuri’s lab ends up working for Urahara, alternatively a Quincy from the Bount war. In his Shinigami AU he can be part of a noble house, also be a distant relative ot Toshiro (due to similar ice themes).
Sword Art Online: In an SAO AU, Kaito is a beater, through using a handbook his older cousin left in his inventory. In game name ‘Gin’ to be known as the ‘Quicksilver Samurai’ due to being faster than he should with his Samurai equipment/weapons used. 
My Hero Academia: Part of UA Class 1-C (full of other OCs/AU canons), or 3rd year (4th of the Big Three), interns/works for Tensei Iida’s or Hawks’ agency. Has a wind Quirk that awakens into a mixed Ice Quirk after a fight with a villian, he priorities rescue with his motto ‘to be fast enough to save everyone in sight’.
Kingdom Hearts: In an OC insert into canon, Kaito is one of Ansen the Wise’s apprentices that guides Aqua into finding Ventus, and later sees her fall into darkness, which what motives his research (and involvement in canon story), leading him to have a Nobody (Xaitok) and his own (hidden) role in KH3.
Soul Eater: Kaito is a meister who has mastered various weapons in preparations to finding the perfect partner for Soul Resonance, He eventually gets his own prototype version of Black Blood called White Water from a fight with madness clowns, making him immune to physical attacks (like Juvia).
Poke’mon: Protagonist/Rival that becomes the Champion, or Ice, Steel or Flying type gym leader, usually would pick a fire (Charizard) or Water (Greninja) for starter.
Other AUs (under Read More for post length)
Digimon: Counterpart to Joe Kido with the Crest of Reliability
One Piece: A bounty hunter with a special katana stolen from pirates that took over his hometown, is often mistaken as a samurai due to his appearance and fighting style, and wants to visit Wano while he travels the world making his living.
Dragon Ball Z/Super: Kaito is an employee of Capsule Corp, and in Future Trunks’ timeline, also created a robot suit to combat the Androids.
Fate Stay Night: Kaito is a magus for a middle class family that entered the Holy Grail War for his family to gain more fame, his canon/default servant is Lancer.
Marvel: An agent of SHIELD as a (Japanese AU) version of Hawkeye or Iron Man.
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raeofthelight · 2 years ago
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1. who is/are your comfort character(s)?
My own ocs. It fluctuates which one, currently a girl going by an alias "Berry" and a magical boy named Ansen.
4. which cryptid being do you believe in?
I believe truth is in every legend. They came from somewhere, yea? Even if they don't currently exist anymore. Or exist in a way we can't comprehend.
6. why did you do that?
Felt like it.
8. how many water bottles are in your room right now?
None.
15. are you a parent? (all answers qualify)
Sometimes. Though being an Auntie works better for me.
20. do you say soda or pop?
Soda or fountain drink.
33. the last adventure you’ve been on?
To the Place that Comes After. It was nice. Warm. Though I did unleash a giant crystal squid overlord thing :)
47. what was the last message you sent?
"Nice. Not too hot. No rain."
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emo-bunny-1317 · 3 years ago
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Oi, just a head's up, putting a blood & gore tw here and in the tags!
Okay, here we go!
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Heeeeeeeere's Ansen!
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Happy V-Day to Ansen and Jason ONLY.
[ID: Ansen Hemmering, an OC of mine, standing dynamically on a blank background. Ansen has brown skin with red undertones, a long thin nose, and bright red short hair with an ahoge. He's currently in his superhero outfit, which consists of a white elbow-sleeved shirt underneath a black buttoned up vest; a bright red tie; white gloves with red accents that start where his shirt ends; white pants that end at his knees held up by a black belt; black socks with red accents; red sneakers with black accents; and a black and red domino mask with white mesh over his eyes. In this particular drawing, Ansen's chest is torn open, with his ribs visible. In his left hand, he's holding his heart, which is bleeding and has light red sparkles. Ansen has his right hand on his hip, and he's winking at the viewer. Near Ansen, in cursive, is cursive writing that reads, "My ❤ (heart) belongs to you!". The drawing is unshaded except for the shadow underneath Ansen. End ID.]
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the-nagakenny-archives · 7 years ago
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OOC: Was actually able to finish this tonight, so I figure I’d upload it ;v; Very special thanks to KaitoTsukiyomi, charlotte199056, and Le4fGr33n from Deviantart for letting me draw their snek OCs with Kenny (from left to right: Iris, Gwyn, and Ansen) <3
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mossrotts · 7 years ago
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You should definitely do a quick round up of all your ocs so us new followers know who's who!
new followers????? i’m so sorry i rarely draw or…. am rarely even around lately at all, but hi and thank you so much for following me! maybe i’ll do a little better at drawing lately with a better functioning tablet.
i have… a lot of ocs! here’s some of them (all the names are links to their tags but idfk if that’ll work on mobile or…. even at all.) also there really is a lot so i’m going to put it under a readmore.
THE SUNKEN ISLE
A soldier from the north is flung into a tangled web of gods, demons, and monsters after acquiring a powerful gauntlet. (Somewhere between AD 10 and AD 922.)
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Junus
   -Pronounced ‘ju-nus’ or ‘you-nus’, no preference. Taciturn soldier-turned-mercenary that ends up with a possessed gauntlet named Testament where his left arm once was. The ownership of his gauntlet makes him the warden over the god of chaos–and not to mention Testament has desires of its own.
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Cios
   -Pronounced ‘kie-yos’. Kie like pie but with a k? A trickster god of disorder. Not necessarily dangerous, unless an obsession gains hold of him. He feeds on the energy given off by emotions and shapeshifts pretty constantly even if i only mostly draw him human.
Ceibht
   -Pronounced …. kayft? I don’t know how to help you. A goddess of industry and cunning. In the same pantheon as Cios and generally considered to be his sister. Likes to figure out how and why things work the way they work and whether or not they can work different ways. Dislikes clothes.
Siel
   -Pronounced ‘sigh-L’. A god of order and light. In the same pantheon as Cios and Ceibht.
Jesse
   -A demon. I’ll talk more about him in the next section!
THE DEZBA CASES
A young woman investigates the paranormal and attempts to reconcile issues between the human world and supernatural forces. (Present day.)
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Dezba
   -(dez-bah) A human! She once worked for an organization that tracked and investigated supernatural cases where she specialized in paranormal objects, but she disagreed with how they treated non-human entities and so split and does her own investigations now!
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Jesse Nephilaim
   -(it’s technically nef-ih-lay-im, but generally it’s said fast enough it usually sounds like nef-lam. regardless of how it’s pronounced he’s never corrected anyone on it.) There he is. The Boy. Jesse’s a demon with a mostly human body who is really trying to be not only a functional being, but a good person. Trouble finds him wherever he goes, though.
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the Gravedigger    -She’s rough, she’s tough, she hits dead things with a shovel! It’s Gravedigger!!
Ashley Braithe    -Somewhat Junus’ predecessor, Ashley inherited Testament when it saved him from dying. Now he lives in a constant limbo of being almost dead–and worse, during its centuries of living dormant, Testament has developed more of an appetite of its own.
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   -[the Unholy Vamp Fam]
Mercer    -(Murr-sir.) A vampire. He’s lived awhile and though he used to have goals and aspirations, nowadays his main goal is mostly ‘to avoid boredom’. This might not be a bad thing if he weren’t a major asshole with a cruel streak.
Annox    -(Anne-Ox.) Also a vamp. Pretty young for a vampire. She’s Mercer’s bodyguard, sired by him and serving him. But lately she’s been wondering if things have to be like this or whether there’s more options left to her in her unlife.
Cassian    -(Kas-E-Anne.) Another vamp? Mercer’s lover who is probably perfect in every way and whom we all probably love very much.
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E (Lian Lammermoor)    -A douche who likes computers, drinking, and astral projection. Started running into some demons. Is now probably dead???
Belthuba    -A demon who started following E around. She didn’t go away after he did.
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Ansen    -An Angel that feels a little let down by heaven. They now own a nightclub and trade for information.
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Anon-Gosh dang, another vampire. Brother of Mercer, helps run the organization that Dezba once worked for.
THE SLEEPING REALMSA collection of stories involving goblins, monsters, ghouls, and the fae folk. 
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the Spectral King    -She rules over a fae kingdom of ghosts and spectres and travels through dreams. She’ll be kind one moment and cruel the next and it’s hard to tell when she’ll be what. One of the only constants is her love for games and sport. Killed her brother, king of the goblin lands.
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Eli Rykert     -Human, but kidnapped with his twin brother, Ethan, by faeries when they were younger. They grew apart and distant in the Sleeping Realms, Eli still clinging on to the memory of home as Ethan began to thrive in his environment. When they came to blows, Eli cut his brother’s head off. In a panic, he used some magic leaves to re-attach Ethan’s head but did it backwards. After, he managed to flee and escape back into our world, the Waking Lands. There, he found that less time had passed but that things were in a deep disorder–especially since the changeling of him the fae had left was still living his life.
Ethan Rykert    -Though just mostly just ambitious before he and his brother parted ways, after he had his head removed and then placed back on Ethan became downright fae. He hunts after Eli with a supernatural doggedness. 
SOME OTHER CHARACTERS
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Commodore Septimus     -She has a 1930s cargo ship outfitted to be a pirate ship but also it jumps through dimensions and worlds. She plunders what other worlds have to offer and always lives for an adventure. Also she has a large plush hyena named Denzel that eats yarn.
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Edolien Ashdale    -It’s my Pathfinder character! Possibly my most self indulgent character!!! He’s a ranger raised by ghosts and he talks to ghosts and he’s psuedo-dating a ghost and he has a ghost ferret and also he needs a bath.
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c-u-c-koo-4-40k · 2 months ago
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DAAAAAAAMN!
I didn't know the boy had it In Him! Though...if he was willing to kill a Primaris Killer in his time, assuming he's given proper opportunity.
This kinda recontextualizes A Lot of Ced's dialouge and thoughts. Like when he said he and the other Primaris would have to choose between hunting Petras themselves or letting their new allies help.
Cedric really fuckin Meant that he could handle it himself. Though again...if this is Canon is makes him very dynamic. He killed this murdering bastard because he was well aware of his crimes and the opportunity presented itself.
Mayhaps the only thing keeping him from killing Petras was just not getting the opportunity in his own timeline. And once he was on Terra he couldn't go after him because he didn't know what era Petras came from.
If he got spat to ancient Terra Before any of the abuse or murdering, Cedric effectively sees it as killing someone innocent.
It's just kinda wild that this fic tells us Ced's morality has some interesting logic at play (not bad at all mind you.)
Like in theory if he met This Primaris murdering bastard on Terra But it was a version of him pre-primaris murder spree he'd probably let the guy live.
Maybe throw some side eye and subtle threats. At least that's the vibe this gives me.
Five + One
Author’s Note: This is set before Cedric was brought to Ancient Terra! I hope that you enjoy this. Masterlist of BT shenanigans here. Thanks to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for allowing me to borrow her OC Jerahmiel!
Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan 
Warnings: blood, violence, murder, medical terminology, medical practices, please ask me to tag something if I missed it/something bothers you 
Summary: Five times Cedric was able to save injured Brothers and one time he didn’t. 
Ansen limped into the med-tent that Cedric as working in and leaning heavily on Malachai, who had helped him get back to the temporary encampment where injured marines and other Imperial Forces could be tended to. The system they were fighting in was embroiled in a huge border war between The IMperium and the duplicitous forces of a new but irritatingly persistent xeno race.
Cedric looks him over, a small frown appearing on his face as he instructed the pair “Please sit on the exam table, Ansen. Are you injured as well, Mal?”
Malachai shook his head “Not really/ I brought Ansen over due to his fucked up leg. My right hand is damaged, but nothing that an hour or so of letting it heal on it’s own won’t fix. My sqord broke and I need to get a new weapon while this one is being reforged.”
“Alright then. Be sure to stop by the food tent before you leave.” Cedric responded, already starting to look Ansen over.
“Heard. See you both later.” Malachai answered with a cheerful wave as he headed off.
“How’d you get injured? Whatever injured your leg it doesn’t seemed to have cut through your armor at all, somehow. Perhaps some kind of phasing technology? How much feeling do you have in this leg?” Cedric asked as he swiftly removed the other’s leg armor and began to clean, suture and bandage his wounds “These stitches are absorbable, so you need not come back to have them removed. If you notice signs of infection or if one or more of your wounds opens up again, please return for treatment.”
“.. One of the xenos cowards managed to sneak up behind me in the bushes while I was taking a piss. Malachai decapitated the motherless bastard while I put my armor back on. It was only after that I realized the blue fuck had managed to stab me several times before it’d been killed.” Ansen huffed. His helmet was on, but Cedric knew the other was blushing.
“That is some shit luck, brother. Keep your weight off of that leg for an hour or so and you’ll be combat ready again… So long as you don’t get stabbed while pissing.” Cedric consoled his brother, just barely able to keep a straight face. He was not going to laugh. Stealthy, cowardly xenos attacks could happen to anyone. “Any other injuries?”
“Other than my pride and reputation? No, not really.” Ansen grumbled.
Cedric patted his fellow Primaris on the shoulder. “Go forth and slay the alien scum in an hour, brother dearest. You’ll be able to reclaim lost honor that way.” 
“... Thanks Cedric.” Ansen sighed as he got up and hobbled out of the med tent.
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It did not take long before another Brother was brought to Cedric in need of patching up.
Lieutenant Aldenbrech was rushed onto the surgical table by his squadmates. Cedric immediately started an IV drop as the amount of blood gushing out of the nasty wound  along the firstborn’s abdomen and the ashen tint to his skin spoke of a concerning amount of blood loss, even for an Astartes. The second thing he did was swiftly clean the wound and stitch up the major artery that had been pierced, his hands stone-steady.
Cedric then had to suction the blood that had pooled in the lieutenant’s abdominal cavity, battling the other’s own high healing factor to do so thoroughly enough to ensure that no blood remained where it shouldn’t be to cause trouble later.
“Are you certain that you only want mild local anesthetics? This is going to take some time and it won’t be pleasant in the least, sir.” Cedric asked, a medium-high dose of morpha held in one hand, as he continued to tend to the other’s injuries.
“I want to get back into the fight as soon as possible. A large dose of a heavy anesthetic like that will take me out of the fight for longer than I’m willing to wait and recuperate. I must get back onto the battlefield as soon as possible.” Lieutenant Aldenbrech grumbled, shifting just a little on the surgical table.
“Sir you will need to take the next twenty four hours to recover… Ideally, you should take forty-eight hours to recover, but I am well aware of the fact that the xenos scum are showing no signs of stopping the invasion of this world.” Cedric warned the other marine.
“Are my guts back in place?” The lieutenant demanded a heavy scowl on his face as he looked up at Cedric.
“Yes, the wound wasn’t wide enough to spill organs, nor intestines sir. Bit-” Cedric answered, sighing internally at how stubborn the older marine was being.
Aldenbrech interrupted him “Then pull the IV needle out of my arm. I need to be out there now!”  He shifted, as if to get off of the table. He sat up quickly and nearly fell back against the table, his skin going an ashen color “I told you none of the heavy medications!”
“And I obeyed your orders, sir. But you need to wait until the IV has finished at least. You’ve lost several listers of blood on your way to treatment and all that blood needs replacing, or you won’t have the strength to stand, much less fight.” Cedric pointed out, suppressing the annoyed sigh that threatened to escape him. 
“You don’t understand! My apprentice Dylies… He was… He was cut down by one of the xenos commanders. He took a blow meant for me, and I must avenge him!” The lieutenant hisses, eyes flashing with determination and desperation.
“I can increase how much it infuses into you at one time by a certain amount, but you must wait. You can’t avenge Dylies if you’re about to go into the Emperor’s Embrace yourself, sir.  Dylies would want you to take care of yourself before avenging him” Cedric quietly reminded the firstborn marine. He was pushing aside his own grief at the loss of a Primaris Brother. It was likely that more would fall before the xenos threat were driven from this system. His job was to tend to the living.
Lieutenant Aldenbrecht huffed but nodded, still disgruntled but he said “... YOu have a point. How long must I wait?”
“Three hours sir. However the window of time where you need to be monitored by an Apothecary for possible allergic or other negative reactions has passed. SO long as you keep the IV pole with you and allow the infusion to continue as it is currently set, you may walk about the base camp and tend to light duties as you feel capable of doing them, sir.” Cedric  responded, aware that the officer was likely to be needed in the ongoing tactical planning and execution meetings.
“Good. I’ll come back if I start feeling worse, or more likely, when it’s done infusing.” the lieutenant rumbled, nodding as he heaved himself up onto his feet and slowly shuffled out of the tent, followed by his squadmates.
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Olivar carried Lestras into Cedric’s medical tent, skidding to a halt from the dead sprint that he had galloped into the space with. Lestras had been carried in on Olivar’s back, and their breathing was fast and shallow.
Some of their wounds were immediately apparent to the young Apothecary as he grabbed the wound cleanser and burn ointment “What happened?” cedric asked as his rock-steady hands swiftly took off the rest of Lestras’ ruined chest plate and greaves before he started to clean the other’s extensive and bubbling burn and laceration wounds.
“Xenos bastards implanted bombs in some of the mortal civilians they were tormenting and that our squad had been tasked with rescuing.” Olivar answered bluntly, a slight shudder running through the other Primaris Marine “Lestras spotted the surgical markings on the affected civilians and separated them from the rest of the group… He’d managed to get most of them away from the untainted civilians when the bombs were triggered.”
Lestras looked up at Cedric from where they lay on the table, eyes glassy with shock and pain “Oww…” He mumbles “Everything hurts.”
Cedric’s eyes softened a little as he injected them with a moderate dose of morpha. They were going to need it, as cleaning burn wounds felt truly awful for the patient in question. “Tell me when the pain killer kicks in. You will be able to tell with how much I gave you.”
Lestras let out an agonized laugh through cracked and bleeding lips “That bad, Cedric? We’ve been taught that pain and suffering is good for the body and soul.”
“But excess of anything attracts the attention of the foul despoilers. Burn wound treatment is going to be miserable, even with morpha helping you with the pain. There’s no need to go looking for more Les.” Cedric reminded them kindly.
Lestras nodded, closing their eyes for a couple of moments. Their body relaxed and a soft sigh left them “Ohh… You gave me some of the really good stuff… Big ouch impending then?”
“Yes. There is a lot of wound debridement in your immediate future.” Cedric warned his brother. WIth how fast Primaris Marines healed, for Lestras’ health and safety, ,the first few layers of burned flesh needed to be debrided off in order to encourage even, healthy growth of the other’s injured tissues. Cedric looked over to Olivar “Unless you are injured as well, I would suggest that you head out, Olivar. This is going to be a very unpleasant process.” 
Olivar nodded “I’m going to get something to eat, then find an outgoing squad to keep up the fight. May the god emperor guide and protect you both,”
“Oww…” Lestras sighed as he internally braced himself for the agony that he wos about to endure.
“Tell me when the morpha starts to wear off. This process is going to take hours.” Cedric warned his sibling.
“Okay Cedric, I promise. Give me a few moments to get into a meditative state and I’ll be ready for this trial.” Lestras murmured.
Cedric nodded, watching his sibling and started once they had achieved that internal state.
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Brother Felixald was brought into Cedric’s medical tent on a stretcher, carried there by his squadmates. All five of the firstborn marines were in varying states of injury, but Felixald was unconscious and barely breathing.
One of his legs was gone from the knee down with a makeshift tourniquet in place to keep him from bleeding out. Cedric immediately began assessing the five older marines, suggesting ”You two should seek immediate help. THose puncture wounds look like they need  immediate assistance… I think you’ve been poisoned, from the way those wounds look and smell.” Cedric was already getting the cauterization tool ready as he assessed the bloody and raw leg stump, in case he needed to cut off more to ensure that the older marine would heal properly.
The two firstborns he suggested to leave did so immediately. The other two marines sat down heavily on the far side of the tent. One of them asked “Do you want us to recount how we got the injuries, or would you rather we stayed quiet while you take care of Feli, and get report when it’s our turn?” Brother Nulik asked.
“His most obvious injury shouldn’t take me long. Sir, I am going to administer a dose of morpha, as cauterization hurts like hell. Injecting now.” Cedric answered, speaking mostly to his barely conscious patient.
“Have… Ontel. Need to share.” Brother Felixald managed out, his grey-brown eyes flittering open as he stared up desperately into Cedric’s face “No morpha! Need a clear… Fuck! I do feel better. The xenos! They.. They are camouflaging themselves. It’s how I got this way.”
“The intel will be shared immediately. What are they pretending to be?” Cedric soothed his patient as he carefully cleaned and sanitized the older marine’s recently exploded or pehrpss cut off leg stump before he applied the cauterization tool. The sizzle of heat against wet and teh unpleasant smell of burning flesh was an eye-watering stench that Cedric had long become used to. He makes a quick note in the other’s file flagging him for an immediate prosthetic fitting.
“Some of them look like Astartes from an unknown chapter… Others took the colors of the ULtramarines. Their duplicity was revealed when the fuckers tried to kill us. God-Emperor damn them!” Brother Felixald growled, his exhaustion and the morpha causing him to slur his words together a little.
Cedric dutifully sent that urgent bit of intel off to his mentor to handle as he continued to batch up the badly injured marine and his two remaining squadmates. “I have informed Apothecary Xonfried, who will ensure that this information is disseminated quickly. Is there anything that you or your squadmates would like to report?”
Nulik and Bekith both shook their heads “No, Apothecary. That’s the relevant part of what happened, other than the numbers of foul xenos we murdered.”
“Alright. You two are free to go, and they’ve got the food-tent up and running.. Brother Felixald, you’ll need to stay for a bit as you’ve lost a significant portion of blood, and I’m going to start you on an infusion to get your volume back up to what it should be.” Cedric murmured.
“Aye, I can tell by how the world spins unpleasantly beneath me.” Felixald answered, laying back on the table and letting Cedric care for him properly as his squadmates headed off to get something to eat.
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Cedric was carefully re-sanitizing his workspace when he heard the tell-tale sounds of running astartes headed in his direction. The young Apothecary swiftly finished cleaning, the coppery tang of blood and the chemical-bitter scent of stressed Marine hitting Cedric. 
A half-dozen Astartes rushed into his medical tent, carrying Brother-sergeant Jerahmiel between them on a stretcher. The firstborn Marine was very badly hurt, with dozens of armor-piercing wounds inflicted all over his body. To make things worse, the sargent appeared to have lost his helmet during battle, given the extensive new burns all over his head and face.
It did seem as if the older marine’s eyes were still fully functional, despite the awful state they were in, from the way they narrowed at Cedric's approach, a low hiss leaving the sergeant’s ruined lips and broken teeth.
“Honorable Older Brothers.” Cedric began, just loud enough to cover the wordless sounds of protest from the injured marine now on his surgical table, doing his best to protect a sense of concern and urgency “Each of you are also badly injured and I can only tend to one Brother at at im. I urge each of you to seek treatment immediately. I will do what I can to save the honorable brother sergeant.” He did not allow himself to feel anything but concern and determination in this moment.
It worked! The other battered and bleeding first born brothers quickly left to get their own wounds treated without so much as a backwards glance. Aware that if they stayed, Cedric would need to triage all seven of them, and would be forced to leave the brother-sargeant to be treated last, due to his all too tenuous grasp on life at the moment.
Cedric’s hands were steady and his face a mask of calm as he worked to clean, treat and bandage Jerahmiel  wounds, listening to the sounds around the two of them. He also double checked to make sure that the sergeant’s armor was, as he methodically checked over the other’s injuries.
If his hands slipped a little occasionally, pressing too hard ,causing more pain than was necessary… Well that was due to his inexperience and exhaustion. Cedric had been diligently tending to his injured Brothers for weeks with minimal sleep or rest and food. Cedric had yet to administer any pain relievers because he needed to conserve supplies. Suffering was good for the body and soul, after all “Stop struggling. You are under my care nd you will take what I give you, BRothe.” Cedric commented.
THe twitchy, badly injured firstborn marine stilled compeltely as he said those words, his half-ruined yes locking onto Cedric’ss. Dread perfumed the air as the sergeant rasped out with ruined vocal cords, barely able to speak “Wh-what did you just say?” He was clearly familiar with the phrase.
Cedric smiled benignly down at the Brother-Sargeant and answered with “I need you restrained. You are resisting the inevitable and what is necessary. Resistance is not just futile, but heretical.”
The dread intensified and the badly injured bastard attempted to stand up and escape Cedric.
Hah
The firstborn Marine had barely managed to sit up when Cedric raised up one hand and lightly shoved Jerahmiel back down onto the surgical table, pressing against the other’s fractured ribs. It truly was remarkable how badly injured the fucker was. A pity he didn’t qualify for dreadnought entombment. He did not possess the skill and experience to save this astares’ life “If you are free of sin, the god-Emperor will ensure that you survive this trial, Brother.”
“How… Why… Why are you saying that? How do you know what I had told that mouthy abomination I culled under the orders of Chaplain Petras?” THe sergeant wheezed, fear and confusion clear on his face, along with a tremendous amount of pain.
“His armor recorded his last moments, and the proceeding conversation… Sir. Unlike yours, his armor was fully functional at the time of his death. I found the recording of you beating him to death for no good reason.” Cedric answered placidly “He was beaten to death because he was going to report your… Indiscretion with that civilian woman that he witnessed. DId you really think he would’ve confronted you about it without ensuring that should something have happened to him, that you would escape justice? The Emperor’s light shines upon us all equally. As does his judgment.”
“Are you..What are you … You… Agk!” Jerahmiel sputtered, clearly trying to make sense of Cedric’s words, and failing, from his clear confusion.
“The honored Primarch decreed Primaris Marines to be made. He sent us out to help our firstborn Brothers in protecting the Imperium. The high marshal has declared that we are not heretical. So what right do you have to brand us as such, for merely existing? Do you believe yourself more righteous than one of the loyal sons of the Emperor?” Cedrc purred, leaning more of his weight onto the badly injured bastard, helpless before him.
Renewed pain bloomed across the sergeant’s face, along with understanding and a primarl fury “You… Fucker! He hissed, spitting up at him, blood bubbling at the corners of his lips. Hisbreathing labored and uneven. Jerahmiel’s hearts were beating rapidly Cedric could feel them under his hands.
Cedric had injected the other with a paralytic which kept him helpless on the surgical table. The much younger marine grinned boyishly as he avoided the flying and bloody spittle “It’s suchc a shame you were too badly injured for me to save you with the resources I have available, sir. I’m sure your loss will be felt by the Crusade… But the relief that your loss by those who were inflicted by your temper and tyranny far outweigh the sorrow caused by your death.” He keeps increasing the pressure on the other’s broken ribs, feeling them shift.
The jagged, broken bone-shards dig into the bastard’s lungs deeper and deeper. 
Jerahmiel’ glare was scorching.
Cedric was wholly unthreatened by him. He had the upper hand here, not this firstborn bastard.
Cedric laughed, breathing and victorious as he felt the other’s rib bones slide up into the fucker’s hearts. He kept pressing and shoving until the sergeant’s hearts had stopped beating and his body went limp.
Cedric then removed the other’s geneseed, placing it carefully in the appropriate container for viability testing. After that, Cedric removed all viable useful organts, implants and prosthetics. He had the other stripped of his rumor armor and weapons. Everything of value was sent off to their proper places.
After that, Cedric carried the bastard’s cooling body over to the promethium-fueled flaming body pit and tossed the sergeant’s corpse into it. As his body caught fire, Cedric dutifully logged Jerahmiel ‘s injuries and that he was KIA.
The young apothecary returned to his assigned medical tent, carefully cleaning all of his tools and the table, his hearts light and his conscience clear. 
As an Apothecary, two of his jobs were harm reduction and threat nullification. Brother-sargeant Jerahmiel had killed a half-dozen primaris marines with no good cause, and his kills had begun to become more frequent and starting to cluster together. As were the excessive beatings and other acts of cruelty the fucker had visited upon living primaris marines. Cedric took pride in every aspect of being an Apothecary, and would neutralize other threats as the opportunity to do so came up. So long as his curtailing of cruelty did not cause more suffering amongst his fellow Primaris marines, of course.
Cedric hears more running footsteps and greets his next injured Brother-patient with a gentle and concerned smile on his face.
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im-a-freaking-joy · 3 years ago
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Just finished this piece of fanart! Check out @emo-bunny-11037 for more info because this is fanart of his ocs, Ansen and Jason!
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