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[mahleb]

[denofimagination-blog]

Corvus Corax needs no light – darkness is his domain. A shadow that brings death to the enemies of the Imperium. 🖤🔪

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[iplaytillifallasleep]

THEY UPDATED WYLL’S KISS SCENE !!! I am in awe!! ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/

[thatoneravenguardtrainee]

Dawg, I just watched a woman get turned to ash.

Granted, she was basically made of worms but shits wilds out here. Last week, I saw a dude who had, like, 50 eyes and kept asking people about their life?

I swear to you, hand an heart no word of a lie. I also saw this old ass man just fly away, so now i have to think about if I straight up just saw god.

Fucking hate my job.

[corvusspecialartist]

The Beloved Brood Mare (Demon Primarch Corax x Pregnant Reader)

A/N: This is Roboutian Hersey AU Corax. This guy in this Universe is object MENACE to society. He is essentially Bile, but as a free agent and as a primarch and Chaos aligned. In fact, in that canon they are described as one if not the MOST vile traitor legions. (If you are the AU writer... I am 50% sorry for writing this terrible fanfic for your AU) AND on top of that, this author gives A REASON on why Rushal joined the Night Lords.

Read it Here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10578370/18/The-Roboutian-Heresy

TW: implied forced pregnancy, rape

You arise. You are trapped in a gilded cage, for Warp knows how long. Getting up, you almost tripped over the golden chain around your ankle, it was a common occurrence by now. Even since the experiments... you have never truly gotten used to this body. Everything about you has been altered to aid the process of birthing.

You were essentially if the primarch body was female with none of the sterilization that would naturally occur. Like the Marines that guarded your room, you were an abomination. You could almost remember when this transformation happened. Glimpses of the Demon Primarch, an older Marine with many appendages, and a screaming captive Thousand Son...

You remember passing out and waking up in this new form... it was awkward.. but never mind... your "duties" had to continue. Corax occasionally visited, but it was very rare. Often to ask brisk questions in a white lab coat about the progression of the pregnancy, you answered honestly.. for he could tell if you were lying given the nature of his place...

Looking around your room, it was time... you could often get food as much as requested, but just enough to make it so you could survive the process... you looked down at the swollen belly. Around this time, it would be time for "breakfast". You were often fed a random assortment of ingredients... often to see the effect would have on the fetus.

You had often tried to escape from the room, often killing the Spawn Marines that stood guard outside of your room with contemptuously ease. The furthest you had gone was at least a couple of miles within the tower before you were hit with a neutralizing gas.

Every step you took, you felt the pain in your legs. you felt helpless.. you felt your two heartbeats move faster.. you had not really entered your body this much before... for Lord Corax demanded that you have minimum exercise. However, you felt a sharp pang within your belly. It was kicking again.

Maybe the pain was fake, a phantom feeling of the soul imagining how pregnancy felt like.

Maybe the room had some form of shielding to protect the fetus from what laid on the outside.

The resulted in resuscitation of you in a lab table in which your arms and legs were strapped. You could feel the eyes of many Marines all on you. Struggling you cursed and tired to escape, but the equipment held fast. Your eye adjusted to the dark quickly, until you saw him come into the room. You felt your skin upon the laboratory table, cold and unyielding. The overpowering smell of disinfectant, mixed blood and other gore made your stomach turn. You also noticed your legs were in stirrups with your privates facing the audience.

Lord Corax's face was scared from the years from captivity, You could recall memories of you being ordered to soothe him and tend to his scars. His face held a mixture of contentment and disdain. You could hear others whisper in the long dead Kivharian, and lean forward almost if they were excited what were to come next. Corvus gave close and his statue seemed to dawn over you. He approached you and stroked your hair almost as if it was kind gently. He was in front of you, and he held a syringe within his left hand and a forceps in his right hand. As if he were giving a lecture, He gave you an gentle kiss on the forehead.. before starting to explain the process. You felt something cold enter your private.. you tried to struggle and fight but nothing really changed, then a liquid flowed in. You started to scream and fight even more... but the lecture continued on. even after the process had been done.

You shook yourself out of that feeling and sat down... you knew that your tower didn't have windows. But, given the advanced the state of the pregnancy, he would visit. That was something that you dreaded the most. TO try and entertain yourself you started to sing, of course it was old Imperial tunes that you took to heart. At that moment.... the door burst open and Corax appeared.

Immediately you stopped singing...as he moved almost with a slowness, but your mind being unable to process it it he grabbed you by the arm. "Don't even sing that again." He said, his voice still maintaining that softness... he face was a warped tone of anger.. but then softed as he left go of your arm and forcefully sat you down on the bed. It was comfortable sure, but still.. you knew that in your heart of hearts he was only like this because of the forlorn hope that you could produce functioning Marines with working geneseed...

He started to coo as he stroked your belly.. "I hope that this one is a success.... this is your fifth this year. I do hope that this one lives you to expectations..."- you swallowed a bit before trying to move out of range.. but he followed you. "This one.. I tried to do it more scientifically..." He placed his head down.. "And it is growing far past expectations, I should move you... to a more safer place." He started to touch your hair which your bristled. He paused but chuckled. "Though... your womb is really only used for procreation... it does get boring tormenting them." You tried to move away, but he got up and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. He left almost as quickly as he came. You shuddered, why you?

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

[adorablebanite]

DESTRI LEAVE RAVENGUARD ALONE O.o

RIGHT in front of Gortash as he was JUST sworn in.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Mirrors Lie, Mirror Truth

Mermay with Claude part 2, Past

tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Author’s Notes: Let me know if there needs to be more tags. Borrowing some ideas from @sleepy-fanblog.

Warning: Panic, a bit of self-loathing, not realizing one’s true nature? Shape shifting, ish. Self-denial.

Summary: Claude is. Well. Chimeric. As all Primaris are. Some have more than two gene-seeds within them. Claude… learns he does as well. And doesn’t handle it well.

All of the different loyalist, renegade, and Chaos Astartes have their own form of sea creature that they take. The feared and hated Alpha legion were a known and unknown quantity. There are whispered rumors that the poisonous octopi of silver rings and teal were able to shape shift and mimic the forms of whom and whatever they wanted to, for their own, mysterious and nefarious goals. The Primaris marines, all of them, or most of them, are chimeric in their gene-seed, due to the tinkering of the Mechanicus. To strengthen them, and to help over come some of the… genetic instabilities that the first born have, due to only having one form of Gene-seed.

Not that having more than one kind of gene seed didn’t come with it’s own… eccentricities and pit falls. There are rumors that one of the Very First of the Primaris was given gene-seed of all of the Primarchs. That some of the oldest of the Primaris have nearly as many, but the Mechanicus had decided that paring doing the mixing to two or three was best and most viable for the wider population of Primaris marines. Not that many of the Primaris Astarrtes know for certainty which of the gene-seeds they are mixed with, not unless they are informed of such by their handlers, and even then, who’s to say if that is the truth or not.

Certainly Claude knows he has gene-seed of the Raven Guard, for his hair and eyes are (mostly) as dark as the stalwart, clever, and stealthy sons of the Raven Lord. Although… his teeth are far sharper than a pure Raven Guard Gene-seed is. He frowns as he looks at himself in the mirror. His eyes aren’t quite the right color as well. A bit of a teal-ish color to the dark black. He focuses on his teeth. They are sharp, far sharper than his pod-mates and First Born Brothers, and he focuses on them and thinks of how much more rounded and smaller their teeth are. He’s heard of Night Lords, those hateful, dreaded, Chaos? Renegade? Bastards are. Their teeth are… sharper and more needle-like.

No! He’s a good and loyal space marine! He’s… surely the Mechanicus wouldn’t have cursed him with traitor stock in his blood? No- no, surely not. Ignoring the fact that Night Lords have future vision. But so do Blood Angels and their successor chapters. He has no hints of red and gold. He thinks about his pod mates and pulls up a picture of one of them, and projects it on the mirror as he focuses on them and how their teeth are and freezes when he hears a crack and feels the bones in his mouth shifting. Warping. Changing. His hearts are pounding in his chest like the drums of war as he sees his teeth shift and change to his podmates.

How- what- why? No. No this isn’t happening. This is a nightmare. He’s… he must be asleep and this is a nightmare. The teal, that hateful, dreaded, dreadful teal in his eyes blooms and covers his Scalera, briefly a flash of and strange not his, not him. No. NO. Form of teal and silver and tendrils of octopus flash in the mirror. Ever so briefly before the teal in his eyes fully fade into dark, comforting, dark and his hair and eyes and form are as they should be… Just... His teeth are more normal and not Weirdly Sharp any more.

Claude had decided that he really, really doesn’t like mirrors. Strange things, he’s heard rumors about how the warp can play tricks on the unwary and unwitting with mirrors distorting a person and making them look... Different or strange. He flips the mirror around and bolts from it, as if it had burned him. He’s. He’s normal. He’s a Primaris Astartes. He’s of the gene-seed of Raven guard and… some other Primarch. He’s loyal. He’s dutiful. He’s good. The whispers of green giggle and babble at him that’s not all you are. He ignores the voices, he’s always had them, and they are far more likely to lie to him or try and get him into trouble than to be of actual use. The madness of the Eighth is something that the Mechanicus has chittered about and had talked about how they could take it out, or stabilize it with a more stable stock. Or something more… malleable.

He looks at his limbs, the grey and black tipped stripes of his shark form are that of the Raven Guard gene-seed. No tendrils of hated teal and silver. No, he’s normal. Well, as normal as a Primaris Space Marine can be. Thankfully no one else saw that. Getting sent to a strange ocean, away from his brothers had been, hard. He’d nearly died, before he’d been brought to this strange world, full of sea and land, with base line humans living on the surface. The mirror, a small silvery thing, had been one that he’d brought with him. Hes’ going to see if he can trade it for something else. He… mirrors, well. Mirrors are Bad and Not Good. And he hopes to wake up from this strange dream-nightmare soon.

He continues to swim through the water, he’d put the wretched mirror, that might be cursed back into one of his pockets. There are quite a few different pods and schools of space marines in these waters, loyalist, renegade. All of First Born, and he’s only sensed the rare Primaries Space Marine. One of the primaris marines that he’s sensed that are nearby is a good friend of his Cedric- who he’s not seen a long time, since their assignments came down and they were to be sent to different chapters. He’s… he’s fine. Just… it’s the stress from everything and getting shifted into these strange waters after being nearly killed in battle that has him all out of sorts and… seeing Lies in the Mirror.

If he was… if he was a dreadful, hated shape shifter, surely he would know? The Mechanicus would have said something? Or not. But his pod, they don’t shift, or, at least they hadn’t. The Primaris Space Marines who exhibited Odnness or Powers far faster or more strongly were taken away by the Mechanicus… never to be seen or heard of again. That’s why he never said anything about the whispers, the green, the giggles. For it would have him die while in training and his body parts used to further the goals of their handlers. Dying is something that happens, to all, but he’d rather die in glorious service, rather than found wanting and Not Being What He Should Be.

[weliveinhell]

Ok yes Space Wolves but would Space Foxes have Leman Russ geneseed or Corvus Corax geneseed?

[jmeestella]

Hoy no hubo presupuesto para publicar temprano, nadie la pidió más que mi hermano, pero acá está una poderosa Catra en el mundo de Warhammer40000, y si se preguntan por qué tiene armadura de la Raven Guard, la verdad hicimos un test tratando de imaginar que respuestas daría ella jsjsjs. ¿Alguien quiere ver más cosas de warhammer en un futuro? se agradecen siempre las sugerencias para nuevos dibujos, aunque la programación usual es seguir traumados con TOA

[mybloodystarlight]

quote by Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy

[mahleb]

In general, I have many questions for the surviving loyal primarchs ... But especially for Corvus and Vulcan!

[denofimagination-blog]

Imperial Raven Commander! 🪶🗡️🥷

If you want to get this or similar one for yourself -> link in bio.

[thatoneravenguardtrainee]

As someone who fights monsters for a living.

How is there an entire community dedicated to having sex and lusting over them? Todd tried once, didn't go well, and it won't for you.

Thank god limbs are replaceable in this day and age.

[corvusspecialartist]

Caged Bird (Corax)

You were awake. You were brought here to the Dark tower of Deliverance. You had a nightmare, dreaming of disease and pain. Honestly, it was odd that you were having the same reoccurring dream. But never mind, you had a routine to follow. The owner of the great tower Corax, was away at the moment. This place was a monastery first, and your home second.

Getting dressed, to be honest, you had no idea of how long you were here exactly. There were no chronometers and only Marines attended to you instead of common serfs. The excuse that the primarch had given was that the serfs were on special missions for his cause. While, it maybe true…though maybe it was a way of training the newly fledged Scouts on how to deal with humanity. Getting dressed, in modest black robes. It was what you were comfortable with. You left the room and wandered around the section of the tower. You were given almost free reign on the tower, minus the Eiyre and the lowest floor.

Although, you tried to communicate with the occasional serfs that you have seen, they either ignored you, or spoke with harsh speedy tones. This had to be the some point in the early years of the thirty-first millennium , you remembered the time where the Warmaster Horus and the Emperor would hold a great triumph. However, when you tried to express this to the serfs… before they tried to hide you their faces contorted disgust and anger, before telling you that the parade would happen in a decade or so. Why would the serfs be so angry with the Warmaster in this way? Maybe this would be a question for Corax when he returned. Getting nowhere, you decided to return to your room. After all, maybe Horus could explain everything? You had tried to question the Marines outside about the whereabouts of the Warmaster and Lord Corax, but it was met with gritty silence. After that, you would spend time either entertaining yourself with the finest hobbies (with limited noon-sphere connection of course), and often read books. You could request certain titles, but they had to be approved. Many of your inquires on the history of the Horus from your favorite remembrancer were frequently denied… maybe they just didn't like their work.

That was basically your life… Day in and Day out. You lived a quiet life of luxury… often taking supplements whenever you fell ill from the rare disease. Until you day, you overheard the Marines guarding the area speaking. "Lord Corax, she remains unaware… though she asks about your brother and the current situation. She is showing no signs of disease either… except for the reoccurring nightmare." "Hm.. odd. I will be returning here within the week.. so keep a closer watch." You blinked twice.. trying to process the precious information that you had just heard, current situation?… what time and year was it? There were no clocks or windows in the room, at the time.. the excuse given was it was for security measures…and you had bought it at the time. You remembered going out with Corvus with this siblings and the other primarch consorts. To be honest… when was the last time you had seen them.. you were in good contact with your favorite one. But, Lord Corax was coming, and despite the feeling of deja vu, personally you did not feel anything. Maybe it was time for you to break one of those rules.. you needed answers. So you bided your time, waiting until the primarch arrived. Eventually, Corax had arrived in your chambers. the Scouts guarding the chamber had left. You turned and looked at the tall primarch… his pale skin, and with long black hair. He was beautiful, and some part of your mind yearned for him.. but you shook the thoughts out of your head. He gave a grin, yet it seemed sad. Approaching him, you asked. 'What is happening? Where's Horus?" Corvus turned and sighed. 'I have told you… He is busy at the moment… with wrapping up the Emperor's vision… " He trailed off. The answer proved unsatisfactory.. but he seemed so happy. So you decided to drop it to try and keep the peace. Corax approached you and picked you up hugging you in such a way that as if he hasn't seen you in a decade… He smelt of blood and chemical sweat. Carefully, he set you down. "Come on. We must have things to do." Maybe, you could find a way to loose him… and make it to the forbidden rooms.

It was not until hours had passed until you were put back into your room. Maybe that was intentional… but you were exhausted…you collapsed on the bed. Your dream however, was stranger… Your body was covered in many wounds and open sores… your teeth were falling out. You were on an unknown barge… You coughed letting out some blood. It was painful… and soon a large bloated figure appeared in front of you. He was wide with sickly yellow skin… he was taller than you and you could hear some faint buzzing. He turned and spoke to you. "Feel out the truth… and tell none of this dream." Somehow you could not place the figure… but then you woke up. You felt a cold sweat dripping down, the lights in your room… were still dark. It was now or never.

Quickly you got dressed and soon made careful steps, oddly the guard were gone. It seemed convenient.. but you did not dwell on that. Soon, you made your way throughout the tower, trying your best to avoid the serfs doing nightly duties in the area. After a while, eventually you made it to the forbidden area…The door was large and black.. and was bolted with many grav seal locks and chains… There had to be a way in. A thought went though your head. "Maybe you can enter in…using your clearance." It was true that Lord Corax have given you full access.. but it was worth a shot. Carefully, you placed your hand on the servo scanner, and to your surprise it opened. Honestly, it seemed rather weird. There were little to no guards…only serfs, and you were not quite sure if Marines could really sleep anyway. In fact, it was odd, how there were much fewer Marines… you knew that the Ravens were small in numbers.. but it couldn't have been that bad. The door made a noise and removed its servo locks.. you had to be quick. You entered and just tried to follow your instincts. Your heart was starting to pound, as you felt deja vu. Why exactly did you know the way?, were there others before you? You ran and entered the room and it was a horror. Rows of rows of vats of human bodies just laying in stasis. You almost stiffed a scream, but you have come so far to turn back. You carefully approached one… and saw you. Stepping back, running towards another.. it was identical. What was happening… your hearts started to beat as you backed and heard.

"You had to find out eventually." You recognized that voice. It was filled with sadness and regret. Lord Corax… "Why didn't you tell me?!" You shouted out… "That I am a clone?!" You backed away form him. "You… I never had a chance! To live… so that's were my dreams were trying to warn me!" He approached closer, his black armor merging into the darkened room, but his pale face sticking out like grim mask.

"How many of came before me? And How did.. the original die?" Corvus sighed… "You, original you..were on the Shadow Emperor on the Istvaan system… the ship and you were blown up by the Death Guard.., and you are the the fifth iteration."

You tried to turn and run… only to get grabbed and held up closer… his face… had tears coming from it. "I am sorry… I just couldn't lose you." You struggled and squirmed. How could he? You never had a chance. he other hand started to reach forward for you and you started to scream… and soon all went black.

Corvus had snapped your neck. He turned at your body and sighed. "It always seems to happen this way… why.. I should just stop." He raised a claw to the other vats… readying to destroy them.. but paused. "No. she just wasn't right." He started to hold your corpse clearly…"You will be given the greatest burial…" He had to make plans to drop of her corpse in mountains for a sky burial. Turning he pressed a button on the new one, the vat opened and the new you, would be take their first breaths of air…he would dress them and place them in a new room. He would try, for as long as it takes.. until you were back in his arms again.

A/N: This (terrible) one shot is a result from the winner of the poll for the poem inspired for "Caged Bird" by Maya Angelou. Read it here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48989/caged-bird

[fangsandfeels]

It's funny that Lae'zel (if not romanced) chooses Wyll to spend the night with, but the next morning she laments that they didn't have sex because all he wanted to do was to talk.

What I personally take from this, is that instead of leaving angrily as soon as she realized Wyll wasn't in the mood, Lae'zel actually stayed and listened to him. Or that they actually had a nice conversation.