#oc: phaethorn

[egrets-not-regrets]

Broken Knitting Needles

Phaethorn (chaos Emperor's Children) was sad due to broken knitting needles and visits his favourite yarn shop.

Author's Notes: I thought of this character when I went to a yarn shop. Since Slaanesh is the god of excess, there's no say as to what the excess can be. So this Emperor's Children chaos marine indulges in comfort and colour discovered knitting, crocheting, and yarn, and yarn shops. He's a yarn hoarder.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog , @bispecsual , @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , @ms--lobotomy

@gra93fruit-blog , @i-am-a-dragon34 , @felinisnoctis, @thevoidscreams, @yurihasurunbara

“Hello, Phaethorn!” Margaret called out, seeing the spiky shape of the Emperor’s Children space marine at the door. He walked in, his movement a little sluggish and his shoulders slumped, a contrast to his normally proud and energetic self, and not even a replied greeting this time. The storekeeper walked over to the chaos marine, looking concerned, “What’s got you so glum? You normally flit around to squish the yarn by now.”

She was then surprised by/shown/greeted by/presented with the most forlorn look that she had ever seen on an Astartis. It does look a little strange with Phaethorn being a chaos marine, but somehow his doleful sad eyes made him look like a sad puppy, as much as a chaos space marine could look like a sad puppy. 

The Emperor’s Children marine lifted his hands and showed her the source of his angst, “My knitting needles broke.” He pouted. 

“You poor dear!” He let Margaret take his hands in hers to examine. Phaethorn normally knits using his long fingernails when he joins in on their knitting circle meetings. It seemed a little strange, but no one was brave enough to ask the chaos marine. How tragic, having those nails broken must be quite upsetting, “How did you break your nails?” she asked. 

“Training.” Phaethorn grumbled, he knew better, and his brother-cousins told him that his long nails were an inconvenience, but he was so proud of his nails as they were both decoration and his natural weaponry. And also his knitting needles. It was so infuriating when his stupid brother-cousin broke his nails during sparring. He probably did it to prove his point, Phaethorn thought petulantly. It would take him three weeks for his nails to grow that long again. 

Margaret patted his hand sympathetically, “That’s quite unfortunate, but I know something might perk you up. We have the colour lot of yarn that you ordered and… it’s restocking day!” 

Phaethorn brightened when she mentioned his order arriving and restocking the store. He wondered what colours and texture that the new yarn products would be, Hopefully not that shiny metallic novelty yarn though. They come in a wide variety of colours but the texture is too scratchy, making it irritating to work with. Nothing like the soft buttery texture of the alpaca yarn. 

The Emperor’s Children marine followed Margaret to the boxes at the back of the shop. As they opened the boxes of new stock, Phaethorn’s mood lightened. Inside the boxes were a rainbow of the alpaca blend yarn from Titmouse Nest Fibre Mill, which was one of his favourite yarn companies. His hands dug into the packages and pulled out the colourful yarn to squish happily. Those are the most comfortable yarn to sleep on and knit with, mostly to sleep on though. He pursed his lips as he put the yarn he wanted aside. His bed (and room) was getting rather full with yarn, he’ll have to knit some of that yarn up and so he can replace the yarn with the squishier ones on his bed. But his nails are broken… 

Margaret watched the chaos marine. She was rather fond of him, Phaethorn reminded her of newbies who just joined the hobby, all excitable, looking forward to working with different yarn, coming up with different things to make, and happily browsing all the yarn in the store. She had a few Astartes customers, but none who visited as often as Phaethorn did. At first, he just bought yarn from the store, but then he joined their knitting/crocheting circle meetings occasionally, wanting to learn how to knit. His appearance took some time for their group to get used to, but he soon endeared himself to them; with even some of the elder folks treating him like their grandchild.

She then patted his arm, “Phaethorn, how about you help me shelf these yarns and I’ll show you how to use knitting needles, we have Astartes sized knitting needles that would work better for you. And you can take a few pairs and some of the yarn home for free.”

Phaethorn grinned and quickly picked up a few boxes of yarn, “Ok.” He wasn’t going to turn down free knitting needles and squishy yarn. 

[egrets-not-regrets]

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Roboute Guilliman

Warhammer 40K/ Space Marine Husbandry Sentience

Erriox (Iron Warrior OC)/ Lenora

Kalium (Iron Warrior OC)/ Kona

Alcyon (Chaos Iron Warrior OC)/Amelia Plover

Korio (Space Shark OC)/Runa Vespertine

Aziel (Chaos Word Bearer OC)/Reader

Phaethorn (Chaos Emperor's Children OC)

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Of Fin and Feathers AU (MerErriox/HarpyLenora AU)

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[kit-williams]

How wholesome

Broken Knitting Needles

Phaethorn (chaos Emperor's Children) was sad due to broken knitting needles and visits his favourite yarn shop.

Author's Notes: I thought of this character when I went to a yarn shop. Since Slaanesh is the god of excess, there's no say as to what the excess can be. So this Emperor's Children chaos marine indulges in comfort and colour discovered knitting, crocheting, and yarn, and yarn shops. He's a yarn hoarder.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog , @bispecsual , @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , @ms--lobotomy

@gra93fruit-blog , @i-am-a-dragon34 , @felinisnoctis, @thevoidscreams, @yurihasurunbara

“Hello, Phaethorn!” Margaret called out, seeing the spiky shape of the Emperor’s Children space marine at the door. He walked in, his movement a little sluggish and his shoulders slumped, a contrast to his normally proud and energetic self, and not even a replied greeting this time. The storekeeper walked over to the chaos marine, looking concerned, “What’s got you so glum? You normally flit around to squish the yarn by now.”

She was then surprised by/shown/greeted by/presented with the most forlorn look that she had ever seen on an Astartis. It does look a little strange with Phaethorn being a chaos marine, but somehow his doleful sad eyes made him look like a sad puppy, as much as a chaos space marine could look like a sad puppy. 

The Emperor’s Children marine lifted his hands and showed her the source of his angst, “My knitting needles broke.” He pouted. 

“You poor dear!” He let Margaret take his hands in hers to examine. Phaethorn normally knits using his long fingernails when he joins in on their knitting circle meetings. It seemed a little strange, but no one was brave enough to ask the chaos marine. How tragic, having those nails broken must be quite upsetting, “How did you break your nails?” she asked. 

“Training.” Phaethorn grumbled, he knew better, and his brother-cousins told him that his long nails were an inconvenience, but he was so proud of his nails as they were both decoration and his natural weaponry. And also his knitting needles. It was so infuriating when his stupid brother-cousin broke his nails during sparring. He probably did it to prove his point, Phaethorn thought petulantly. It would take him three weeks for his nails to grow that long again. 

Margaret patted his hand sympathetically, “That’s quite unfortunate, but I know something might perk you up. We have the colour lot of yarn that you ordered and… it’s restocking day!” 

Phaethorn brightened when she mentioned his order arriving and restocking the store. He wondered what colours and texture that the new yarn products would be, Hopefully not that shiny metallic novelty yarn though. They come in a wide variety of colours but the texture is too scratchy, making it irritating to work with. Nothing like the soft buttery texture of the alpaca yarn. 

The Emperor’s Children marine followed Margaret to the boxes at the back of the shop. As they opened the boxes of new stock, Phaethorn’s mood lightened. Inside the boxes were a rainbow of the alpaca blend yarn from Titmouse Nest Fibre Mill, which was one of his favourite yarn companies. His hands dug into the packages and pulled out the colourful yarn to squish happily. Those are the most comfortable yarn to sleep on and knit with, mostly to sleep on though. He pursed his lips as he put the yarn he wanted aside. His bed (and room) was getting rather full with yarn, he’ll have to knit some of that yarn up and so he can replace the yarn with the squishier ones on his bed. But his nails are broken… 

Margaret watched the chaos marine. She was rather fond of him, Phaethorn reminded her of newbies who just joined the hobby, all excitable, looking forward to working with different yarn, coming up with different things to make, and happily browsing all the yarn in the store. She had a few Astartes customers, but none who visited as often as Phaethorn did. At first, he just bought yarn from the store, but then he joined their knitting/crocheting circle meetings occasionally, wanting to learn how to knit. His appearance took some time for their group to get used to, but he soon endeared himself to them; with even some of the elder folks treating him like their grandchild.

She then patted his arm, “Phaethorn, how about you help me shelf these yarns and I’ll show you how to use knitting needles, we have Astartes sized knitting needles that would work better for you. And you can take a few pairs and some of the yarn home for free.”

Phaethorn grinned and quickly picked up a few boxes of yarn, “Ok.” He wasn’t going to turn down free knitting needles and squishy yarn. 

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

Awww! That's too Cuuuuute! What an adorable 8ft tall murder machine!

I wonder if he also plays with the yarn like a cat. And whether he leaves it wrapped or unspools the squishy yarn for his bed.

I'm imagining a ball pit, but yarn rolls.

Hey it Sounds really comfy!

Broken Knitting Needles

Phaethorn (chaos Emperor's Children) was sad due to broken knitting needles and visits his favourite yarn shop.

Author's Notes: I thought of this character when I went to a yarn shop. Since Slaanesh is the god of excess, there's no say as to what the excess can be. So this Emperor's Children chaos marine indulges in comfort and colour discovered knitting, crocheting, and yarn, and yarn shops. He's a yarn hoarder.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog , @bispecsual , @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , @ms--lobotomy

@gra93fruit-blog , @i-am-a-dragon34 , @felinisnoctis, @thevoidscreams, @yurihasurunbara

“Hello, Phaethorn!” Margaret called out, seeing the spiky shape of the Emperor’s Children space marine at the door. He walked in, his movement a little sluggish and his shoulders slumped, a contrast to his normally proud and energetic self, and not even a replied greeting this time. The storekeeper walked over to the chaos marine, looking concerned, “What’s got you so glum? You normally flit around to squish the yarn by now.”

She was then surprised by/shown/greeted by/presented with the most forlorn look that she had ever seen on an Astartis. It does look a little strange with Phaethorn being a chaos marine, but somehow his doleful sad eyes made him look like a sad puppy, as much as a chaos space marine could look like a sad puppy. 

The Emperor’s Children marine lifted his hands and showed her the source of his angst, “My knitting needles broke.” He pouted. 

“You poor dear!” He let Margaret take his hands in hers to examine. Phaethorn normally knits using his long fingernails when he joins in on their knitting circle meetings. It seemed a little strange, but no one was brave enough to ask the chaos marine. How tragic, having those nails broken must be quite upsetting, “How did you break your nails?” she asked. 

“Training.” Phaethorn grumbled, he knew better, and his brother-cousins told him that his long nails were an inconvenience, but he was so proud of his nails as they were both decoration and his natural weaponry. And also his knitting needles. It was so infuriating when his stupid brother-cousin broke his nails during sparring. He probably did it to prove his point, Phaethorn thought petulantly. It would take him three weeks for his nails to grow that long again. 

Margaret patted his hand sympathetically, “That’s quite unfortunate, but I know something might perk you up. We have the colour lot of yarn that you ordered and… it’s restocking day!” 

Phaethorn brightened when she mentioned his order arriving and restocking the store. He wondered what colours and texture that the new yarn products would be, Hopefully not that shiny metallic novelty yarn though. They come in a wide variety of colours but the texture is too scratchy, making it irritating to work with. Nothing like the soft buttery texture of the alpaca yarn. 

The Emperor’s Children marine followed Margaret to the boxes at the back of the shop. As they opened the boxes of new stock, Phaethorn’s mood lightened. Inside the boxes were a rainbow of the alpaca blend yarn from Titmouse Nest Fibre Mill, which was one of his favourite yarn companies. His hands dug into the packages and pulled out the colourful yarn to squish happily. Those are the most comfortable yarn to sleep on and knit with, mostly to sleep on though. He pursed his lips as he put the yarn he wanted aside. His bed (and room) was getting rather full with yarn, he’ll have to knit some of that yarn up and so he can replace the yarn with the squishier ones on his bed. But his nails are broken… 

Margaret watched the chaos marine. She was rather fond of him, Phaethorn reminded her of newbies who just joined the hobby, all excitable, looking forward to working with different yarn, coming up with different things to make, and happily browsing all the yarn in the store. She had a few Astartes customers, but none who visited as often as Phaethorn did. At first, he just bought yarn from the store, but then he joined their knitting/crocheting circle meetings occasionally, wanting to learn how to knit. His appearance took some time for their group to get used to, but he soon endeared himself to them; with even some of the elder folks treating him like their grandchild.

She then patted his arm, “Phaethorn, how about you help me shelf these yarns and I’ll show you how to use knitting needles, we have Astartes sized knitting needles that would work better for you. And you can take a few pairs and some of the yarn home for free.”

Phaethorn grinned and quickly picked up a few boxes of yarn, “Ok.” He wasn’t going to turn down free knitting needles and squishy yarn. 

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

I love himb so much! He's a good boy. Poor dear :( Someone broke his knitting needles! Not Cool!

Broken Knitting Needles

Phaethorn (chaos Emperor's Children) was sad due to broken knitting needles and visits his favourite yarn shop.

Author's Notes: I thought of this character when I went to a yarn shop. Since Slaanesh is the god of excess, there's no say as to what the excess can be. So this Emperor's Children chaos marine indulges in comfort and colour discovered knitting, crocheting, and yarn, and yarn shops. He's a yarn hoarder.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog , @bispecsual , @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , @ms--lobotomy

@gra93fruit-blog , @i-am-a-dragon34 , @felinisnoctis, @thevoidscreams, @yurihasurunbara

“Hello, Phaethorn!” Margaret called out, seeing the spiky shape of the Emperor’s Children space marine at the door. He walked in, his movement a little sluggish and his shoulders slumped, a contrast to his normally proud and energetic self, and not even a replied greeting this time. The storekeeper walked over to the chaos marine, looking concerned, “What’s got you so glum? You normally flit around to squish the yarn by now.”

She was then surprised by/shown/greeted by/presented with the most forlorn look that she had ever seen on an Astartis. It does look a little strange with Phaethorn being a chaos marine, but somehow his doleful sad eyes made him look like a sad puppy, as much as a chaos space marine could look like a sad puppy. 

The Emperor’s Children marine lifted his hands and showed her the source of his angst, “My knitting needles broke.” He pouted. 

“You poor dear!” He let Margaret take his hands in hers to examine. Phaethorn normally knits using his long fingernails when he joins in on their knitting circle meetings. It seemed a little strange, but no one was brave enough to ask the chaos marine. How tragic, having those nails broken must be quite upsetting, “How did you break your nails?” she asked. 

“Training.” Phaethorn grumbled, he knew better, and his brother-cousins told him that his long nails were an inconvenience, but he was so proud of his nails as they were both decoration and his natural weaponry. And also his knitting needles. It was so infuriating when his stupid brother-cousin broke his nails during sparring. He probably did it to prove his point, Phaethorn thought petulantly. It would take him three weeks for his nails to grow that long again. 

Margaret patted his hand sympathetically, “That’s quite unfortunate, but I know something might perk you up. We have the colour lot of yarn that you ordered and… it’s restocking day!” 

Phaethorn brightened when she mentioned his order arriving and restocking the store. He wondered what colours and texture that the new yarn products would be, Hopefully not that shiny metallic novelty yarn though. They come in a wide variety of colours but the texture is too scratchy, making it irritating to work with. Nothing like the soft buttery texture of the alpaca yarn. 

The Emperor’s Children marine followed Margaret to the boxes at the back of the shop. As they opened the boxes of new stock, Phaethorn’s mood lightened. Inside the boxes were a rainbow of the alpaca blend yarn from Titmouse Nest Fibre Mill, which was one of his favourite yarn companies. His hands dug into the packages and pulled out the colourful yarn to squish happily. Those are the most comfortable yarn to sleep on and knit with, mostly to sleep on though. He pursed his lips as he put the yarn he wanted aside. His bed (and room) was getting rather full with yarn, he’ll have to knit some of that yarn up and so he can replace the yarn with the squishier ones on his bed. But his nails are broken… 

Margaret watched the chaos marine. She was rather fond of him, Phaethorn reminded her of newbies who just joined the hobby, all excitable, looking forward to working with different yarn, coming up with different things to make, and happily browsing all the yarn in the store. She had a few Astartes customers, but none who visited as often as Phaethorn did. At first, he just bought yarn from the store, but then he joined their knitting/crocheting circle meetings occasionally, wanting to learn how to knit. His appearance took some time for their group to get used to, but he soon endeared himself to them; with even some of the elder folks treating him like their grandchild.

She then patted his arm, “Phaethorn, how about you help me shelf these yarns and I’ll show you how to use knitting needles, we have Astartes sized knitting needles that would work better for you. And you can take a few pairs and some of the yarn home for free.”

Phaethorn grinned and quickly picked up a few boxes of yarn, “Ok.” He wasn’t going to turn down free knitting needles and squishy yarn.