#ravenguard oc

[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.

[littledigits]

that warlock strength

[panksage]

✨Dancing Lights✨

Look at these sweethearts! Vibes and Wyll are so cute! Vibes is a brainchild of @swedishjazz

[hiighborg]

There are 2 kinds of Warlocks

[pearlll09]

Post canon, my wyllmance Tav, Sylhorn, and Wyll adopt a young tabaxi. Due to some miscommunication, Gale is concerned they kidnapped him. Chaos ensues 😂

Transcript under the cut

Panel 1: Gale: I received your urgent message and came as fast as I could. What's wrong?

Panel 2: Sylhorn: It's not that urgent.

Wyll: You have some experience with cats, Gale. Can you help us with ours?

Panel 3: Gale: Oh. Of course I can help, offer tips to ease the process of new parents. Let's see the kitten!

Panel 4: Tabaxi

Panel 5: Gale: ... That is a child.

[gale-dekarios]

spellcaster boyfriends & melee girlfriends

bren (left): mine

suki (right): @yourleastfavouritelesbian

[phantaskicks]

Finally finished this, yay! I really wanted to draw all BG3 companions and camp followers & critters + my tav Thalassa (they/them) in this sorta chibi but not really style ghfdhgfh

I'll be busy these next few months but I definitely have more BG3 art up my sleeve! Stay tuned!

[sleepyfan-blog]

Interviews

Author’s Note: This is the next part of the Big E raises the primarchs AU! First. Previous. Next. A big thanks to @plagueparchments, @undeaddream, @kit-williams and @bleedingichorhearts for allowing me to borrow their OCs for this fic! Please rb and support their artistic endeavors!

word count: 5,041 this fic got away from meeeeee

Warnings: none? Please tell me if I need to tag something

Tagged: : @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @sharenadraculea @whorety-k @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan 

Summary: Valdor interviews some candidates to become primary caretakers for the infant primarchs.

Valdor sent out a coded message, asking all  those above a certain clearance level who were not currently assigned to high priority missions to arrive at his office at their earliest convenience in order to discuss a top-secret medium term mission that required discretion, finesse and care. He has already spoken to over a dozen of his fellow custodes, high ranking mortal military officers, admech and civilian mortal staff… Along with the occasional Terran noble. None of them had the qualities that he was looking for as of yet. 

There was a light knock on the door and Valdor called out neutrally “Come in.” A flash of surprise shot through him as Pariah Almach walked into his office. 

“As you say, captain-general. The mission details on the call you sent out were light on details, but I’m… Curious and willing to serve.” The tanned man stated, tucking a stray lock of dark brown hair behind one of his ears and lightly rubbing one of the facial scars on his lower cheek, golden eyes flicking up to Valdor’s face before looking away respectfully.

“There is a reason for that. I have a series of questions to ask you, which I stress you must answer as truthfully and honestly as you can. There are no incorrect answers, but they will determine  your fitness for the mission. If I deem you a potential candidate, I will inform you of the mission details. Due to the nature of the mission it is strictly voluntary, however if you decline the mission, the lord sigilite will remove your memories of the specifics of the mission for the safety of the mission. Do you understand?” Valdor asks, making sure to be upfront. This was the first hurdle that had more than half of the potential candidates who had arrived so far to decline the mission and leave. 

“I understand, Captain-general. I am ready to answer your questions and pass whatever tests are necessary.” The powerful blank answered with a serious and determined nod. 

“Excellent. How much experience do you have working with young children? Specifically infants and toddlers?” Valdor asked, watching him carefully.

Almach blinked rapidly a couple of times, visibly confused before answering “As a child and a teenager, I had many younger siblings I was raised alongside. As one of the eldest, part of my duties were to care for and protect the little ones as best as I could. I haven’t any formal childcare training, but I’ve got a good few years of experience with children of all ages, including infants, sir.”

Valdor noted that down on his dataslate and continued “How do you feel about potentially interacting closely with psykers who will start out wholly untrained due to their nature, as well as those who are closely attuned to the Warp because of their nature?”

Almach shifted a little in his seat “As a Blank of some strength and training, I have dealt with out of control psykers by exerting my own abilities to nullify their own, sir. As long as the psykers don’t attack me for existing, I think I would be able to get along with them well enough… Though I’d need to be away from them for the psykers to learn how to use their powers, if that’s something in the cards for those psykers.” He’s aware that not all psykers who are found by the Emperor’s forces are allowed to continue to live and are brought under his banner. Those tainted are killed to prevent further contamination. Even if the psyker themself is unaware of the darkness they’ve brushed.

Valdor nods, asking several more childcare related questions before saying “I believe that, despite your status as a Blank, you would be a good fit for this mission. As you are aware, The Emperor has many projects going in order to further unify and strengthen humanity. One of these is the Primarch Project. Twenty-one genetically and psychically hand-crafted human infants by The Emperor and each with a multidisciplinary team of the brightest scientific minds who could be found on Terra, created to lead the Legiones Astartes. Most of those scientific minds have been reassigned to the Astartes project, with a couple of the medical staff on hand at any time of the day or night in case the genetically altered infants require medical attention.’

The captain general paused for several seconds before continuing to explain “They were originally to stay in their incubation chambers until their physical maturity was that of a toddler, but strong visions prompted The Emperor to pull them from their tubes early and bring them to a secure wing of the palace. One of these infant generals is a Blank, though how powerful he will be has yet to be seen. Should you accept this mission, you will be assigned the primary caretaker for primarch eleven, the Pariah Primarch. He does not have a name other than Primarch Eleven yet. Your duties would involve the total physical and emotional care of primarch eleven while he grows from an infant to a toddler, which should take up to two years. One of the fail safes that the Emperor put in place in each of the primarchs was to ensure that they would physically mature faster when exposed to danger. You may also be assigned to care for primarchs Five and/or Seven, depending on how many qualified people I find for this mission. What say you?”

Almach swallowed dryly. Could he raise one to three children for war and bloodshed? Admittedly, that’s what they were made for, and his own hands were dripping in the blood of others. He was also keenly aware of what it was like to be a Blank surrounded by non-blanks. How lonely and aching that could get. He would do his duty, despite the guilt that bit at his heart “I will, captain-general. When do I start?”

“Do you have any loose ends to wrap up? Otherwise you will start immediately, and you will be living in the same section of the Imperial Palace as  your ward or wards.” Valdor revealed. 

Almach shook his head “I have no loose ends, sir. Am I allowed to pack a couple of mementos before being transferred to the palace, sir?”

“You are. One of the Golden Host will accompany you to your apartment and aid you in packing, take the rest of the day to get ready.” Valdor ordered. “Oh, and you will be given a week of childcare training before being introduced to your charge or charges.”

“Yes sir.” Almach responded, nodding. He’s not surprised he’s going to be watched while having such information in his head. He got up and headed off, mind running in many different directions at once.

~

There was a light, efficient knock on Valdor’s door, soon after Almach left and he called out “Come in, please.”

“Yes sir.” Apollo responded, quietly walking in, closing the door behind him and sitting down when Valdor silently gestured for him to do so. “I received your call for a highly secretive, multi-year mission? I am here to present myself for it. What do I need to do, sir?”

“Before I tell you about the mission, I have several questions to ask of  you. There are no correct answers, merely the truthful answers you have. If I decide that you are unfit for the mission it is not due to a fault you possess, merely a mismatch in abilities and needs of the mission. Understood?” Valdor clarified, knowing that some of his fellow Custodians would take a rejection of any mission as a failing on their part.

“I understand sir, and I am ready to answer any question  you have.” The Dread Spear responds, lifting his chin a little and squaring his shoulders.

“Excellent. Now, I will ask you a series of hypothetical questions and I want you to answer them to the best of your abilities.” The captain general instructed, before he cleared his throat and stated “You are guarding a very young and willful charge that has shown signs of willfulness and a prickly disposition. They are being difficult and refusing to do what you have told them to in order to keep them safe. What do you do?”

“I remove them from whatever the source of danger is, or I eliminate the danger, depending on whatever is the swiftest option. Is this a bodyguarding mission, sir? I… Do not have experience with such things. I thought the Aquiilan Shields took those missions solely.” Apollo murmured, shifting ever so slightly in his seat.

“This particular mission is set to last for at minimum two years and will be taking place within the Imperial Palace itself, Apollo. There are a number of other… Considerations that caused me to widen the pool of potential candidates. How well can you adapt to humans with enhanced and altered instincts?” Valdor asked.

Apollo thought about the question for a couple of moments before asking “Are you talking about the approved abhuman strains? I have worked alongside different kinds of abhumans before, sir. While they may be a perversion of true humanity, so long as they are willing to serve the emperor, I have no qualms with them.. And as long as their instincts do not get in the way of the mission, they don’t particularly bother me either, sir.”

Valdor hummed, writing down what the younger Custodian said, tapping the stylus thoughtfully against the dataslate before saying “Before I explain this mission it must be said that this information must be kept in the absolute strictest of confidence. Do not breathe a word of this outside of the imperial palace, even among our fellow custodes, even if you know that they are also aware of this duty. If you feel you cannot keep such silence, speak now and you will be removed from the duty roster.”

“I can keep this silent, captain-general.” Apollo answered, shifting a little in his seat again, leaning forward slightly, intensely curious. He’d recently arrived back from a kill mission and had noticed that some of the golden host were abuzz about something, yet they could not or would not say whenever he approached to speak with them. 

Valdor quickly explained about the changes in the Primarch project, and that the infant primarchs had been removed from their incubation chambers and moved to a different heavily guarded and warded section of the Imperial Palace for their own safety, and finishing with “This particular posting would have you taking care of the needs of one or more of the infant primarchs directly. Tending to their physical needs and ensuring that they are adequately emotionally and mentally stimulated as well. You cannot become emotionally attached to your charge or charge. If you feel that you are, come to me and you will be reassigned.”

“I… Infant care is not something I have been trained on, sir and is outside of my realm of expertise. But I feel that I can maintain proper emotional distance from the Primarchs, and should be able to care for whichever one or more of them I am assigned to tend to.” Apollo answered honestly.

“You will be given childcare training for the next week, and then introduced to your charge. I’m sure that you will do well, Apollo.” Valdor murmured, nodding.  

~

Valdor called out, "Come in," As he heard a quiet knock on his door, ignoring the desire to pinch the bridge of his nose. He'd dealt with a half dozen nosy and unfit nobles who had only wanted to know what the mission was. As they had no intention of actually completing the mission he did not tell them. Not that their whining and fussing... and the fact that His Imperial Majesty had shown up to court lat. Again. And with a small dirty towel over one of his shoulders... Rumors abound in regards to why, and he knew that he would need to head those rumors off sooner, rather than later. It was a job for future him, but he's noted down to get done after the initial interviews were done. 

"What is the mission you are seeking to staff, sir?" Zedkiel asked, standing attentively near the door. The Terrab born Raven Guard watching with dark and inquisitive eyes. 

"Before I tell you, I have questions for you to answer first, and the warning that if you are selected for this mission, you cannot tell any of your brothers the mission... And that you'll have limited to time to even contact them over the vox, due to the nature of the mission. If you wish to withdraw now, you may," Valdor explains evenly, watching the other trans-human carefully. 

"I am used to being out of contact with my Brothers for long periods of time during missions, The Raven Guard are primarily trained in stealth, assassinations, and misdirection after all. I will answer your questions to the best of my abilities." Zedkiel murmured, resolute. 

"Good. Now. How do you handle interpersonal conflict? How do you handle discipline of others under your sway? How do you adapt under high pressure situations where you cannot resort to violence?" The Captain General asked. 

Zedkiel was now very intensely curious as to what this mission could possible be about, but restrained the hundreds of inquiries that The Captain General's questions spawned in his mind. He took his time to ponder each question before answering. "I try and find ground with whoever I am in conflict with, to come to a compromise that all involved can live with, if not happy about. As for discipline, I find that corporal punishment leads to long-term issues and prefer to correct problems using more constructive methods. I find redirection and positive reinforcement of the correct behaviors to be a more effective, sir." 

Zedkiel was aware that a number of Commanders and Officers preferred to use the rod and sticks liberally, but he had found that Carrots and gentle correction had much better long-term results, even if it took longer to get unruly Scouts into line, than beatings and terror tactics. "As for high stress non-violent situations, I deal with them by first assessing the situation ato determine the source, and how I might be able to solve or stop the stress. How I would do that depends on the kind of stressor or stressors present, Sir."

Valdor wrote down what Zedkiel said, a considering expression appearing on his face. He was quite certain if he offered a spot for the Astartes on the mission, that Zedkiel would accept without pause. To b able to meet his tiny Primarch. But would he be a good caretaker? From what Valdor knew of the younger trans-human's mission history and personality... The other may be a tad indulgent, but given that he knew that Apollo would be Strict... A gentler hand and limited Astartes exposure should be fine for the infant warlords. "If you refuse this mission after I give you the details, they will be wiped from your mind, for safety and security reasons. Do you understand?" 

"Yes sir. I am ready," The raven guard responded, posture straightening minutely. "The Primarchs were pulled from their incubation chambers as infants for security reasons. They have been moved to a secure wing of the palace and require full time caretakers. Will you be one of them?" Valdor explains deliberately keeping his face neutral. 

Zedkiel's eyes widened a little in shock before the Astartes spoke, voice cracking a little in eagerness, "I would be honored to help care for any of the Primarchs why they are so young." Valdor inclined his head, the corners of his lips quirking up a fraction of a centimeter before flattening again, He's unsurprised by the other's eagerness, "Of those I've interviewed today, you are one of three candidates I've found acceptable for their care team so far. Tie up any loose ends that you have today, then report to Imperial Office 156 on Beta level for training. You and the other caretakers will receive one week of child care training." 

"Yes sir," Zedkiel murmured, saluting Valdor and leaving once dismissed. 

~

"Come on in," Valdor called out as another person knocked on his office door. He had taken just long enough of a break to eat and stretch his legs a little before returning to the desk that His Emperor had given him. 

"Yes sir," Another of the Golden Host murmured, stepping into the room and sitting down. She removed her helmet and massaged her horns, looking him over, a small smirk appearing on her face, "Long day, cap? Just what is this mission? Half the palace is talking about what it might be, or so it feels like." She shook hout her dark hair as she spoke. 

"The mission is highly classified, " Valdor responded before he gave her the same warnings he had given about the secrecy and security level that this mission was and an offer for her to back out before continuing, as well as the pre-screening questions. 

Baphomet flashed him a challenging grin, eyes alight with interest as she leaned over his desk a little, "Oooh, now you've got my attention sir! It's gotta be something special with this kind of security involved. Ask your questions Boss, I'm ready!" 

Valdor cleared his throat a little before answering with several questions in a rapid response, "Do you have any experience dealing with untrained psykers in a non-violent way? How experienced are you with dealing with those who see glimpses of possible futures? How well do you interact with Blanks?"

Baphomet hummed a little, scratching at the base of one of her horns, leaning back in her chair, kicking her feet before answering, "I've corralled untrained psykers before. Especially given how most baseline psykers tend to be squishy. I can usually scruff them if I need to without much issue. Blanks freak me out a little, but the Sisters do important work. As long as the Blank or Blanks in question aren't shitty to me. I'm fine with 'em. But you know how some baselines get with my mutations. I won't tolerate any whining. Oh! I dunno much about seers, though." 

... Considering that Nine had an obvious mutation he couldn't be able to easily hide. Baphomry might be an excellent fit for him as a primary caretaker, despite her disciplinary history. Valdor gives her one more chance to back out of the mission- to which Baphomet flashes him a grin and laughs. He explains about the infant Primarchs, concluding with, "one of them has bird-like wings and future sight. Almost half of them exhibit warp-touched abilities regularly. And all but three of them have shown at least one warp-touched abilities once after being removed from incubation. Are you willing to be a caretaker for the infant Primarchs?" 

Baphomet's eyes widen in surprise and delight as she shot up to her feet, "That sounds line an absolute riot! Fuck yes, I'm up for the challenging mission! I haven't had ... any experience with itty bitties, but I know you. I'm getting kiddie care training before being unleashed on them. I'm absolutely up for it!" The younger Custodes was bouncing a little on the balls of her feet, radiating excitement. 

Valdor nods, a small smile, which he allows to, appearing on his face amused by her exuberance as he instructed her, "Deal with anything you need to. Caring for the infant Primarchs will last for two years at minimum. Possibly longer, depending on how much of a handful they are as toddlers. Report to room 156 on Beta level tomorrow to begin the week long child care course."

"Aye aye sir!" Baphomet chirped before prancing out of the room, grinning widely and helmet in hand. 

There was a quick, rapid knock on Valdor's office door.

"Enter," The Captain General instructed, mildly curious as to who would next present themself for consideration. The fact, as it stood, the caretaking team was half Custodes, did not show any bias on his part, but rather due to the fact that Custodians were likely the best suited to handle infant warp creations meant to Lead Sector-claiming armies when they were fragile and at their weakest. 

There was a rapid clicking sound as a Martian Tech Priest crawled along one wall of Valdor's office. through the door that they were closing with their tail. The Mechanicum's cultist waved a heavily modified hand in Valdor's direction. 

"Uhm. Greetings. Why are you here?" Valdor asked bluntly, pulling out the language translation app on his data slate, ignoring the rising frustration clawing at his mind. 

The Tech Priest clicked rapidly at him for several seconds. The translation software wrote out for him [Here for Assignment. High Priority and Security Level. Serve Omnissiah.]

 ...Great. Sure. Uh-huh. Not. “I see. Do you have other methods of conversation, or is this auditory clicking your only method of communication?” On one hand, it might be good for the infant primarchs to interact with a member of the Mechanicus, and to know that there was a varied methods of communications.. Would it be prudent to allow a member of their tentative allies so close to such a vulnerable resource? Even if several of his fellow Custodes would be present when this priest was as well?

[Singular method of communication.] The priest clicked rapidly, head tilting a little to one side. [Translation simple with helmet and vox-communication systems.]

“While that is true, if you are picked for this mission, not everyone you will need to communicate with has access to a helmet or vox to translate the sounds you are making. Regardless, I have other questions to ask of you, before you receive the details of this mission, if I deem you a fit match. This mission is highly secret and you would not be able to inform anyone else of receiving this mission any of the details. I was handed the task of stocking the best people by the Emperor Himself. Very few people are aware of this mission as it is. If you refuse to take the mission if you learn of the details, your memories of such will be erased permanently. Do you understand?” Valdor responds, leaning over his desk and looming at the tech priest, gaze narrow and focused.

[Understood. Will answer queries. Serve Omnisiah.] The tech priest beeped response. [Will serve faithfully and keep silence.]

Valdor nodded, looking over the list of questions he had and began with “This mission will take a minimum of two years, and will involve a great deal of physical, mental and emotional discretion and effort on the parts of the team members. Do you have any experiences with caring for and disciplining delicate sentient resources? If so, please give examples. Additionally, if you are chosen for this position while you will not want for any resource you may need to successfully complete this mission, are you able to discern between a need that is not being properly fulfilled and a want or desire in your charge that they are trying to emotionally or mentally attempting to manipulate from you?”

[I have worked with tech-priests in training, after they are released from their vat tubes. They can be unruly as their weak flesh can overwhelm them with sensation and stimuli. Routines, training and careful praise/punishment system is effective in keeping them in line. Before they have been fully brought into the fold, some of the young priests in training can get… Stubborn and unruly. I have dealt with youthful manipulations in the past with a firm hand, when interacting with them. Logic and not yielding to yelling or other emotional appeals is important while training and interacting with such resources.] The tech priest - whose name escaped Valdor at the moment - clicked at a steady tempo.

Valdor hummed as he wrote down the other’s response. The lack of regular communication was a bit of a hindrance, but his responses were illuminating and could prove to be most useful in dealing with the infant primarchs. That and they would need to get used to the strangeness of the Mechanicum quickly, so early exposure wasn’t a bad  idea. “Very well. This is your last chance to back out before I explain to you the mission parameters. If you do decide to back out, it will not be held against you in any way.”

[I am ready to serve.] the tech priest clicked.

The captain-general nodded, before explaining the success of the primarch project, and the fact that the infant generals had been pulled out of their maturation tubes as infants due to security concerns, and the fact that the tech priest - amongst others - would be tending to their physical and emotional needs during such a vulnerable point in time, as well as the week long child care training the priest would be taking before being introduced to his charges, finishing with “Currently all of the primarchs are being cared for in a single room together, though that is subject to change, particularly as they grow older and their requirements change. Do you accept this duty?”

[I would be honored, Captain-general.] The tech priest beeped back, his tail flicking a little. 

“Good. Finish up any tasks you have today.” Valdor ordered him, informing the tech priest as to where to report to for training tomorrow.

~

“Sir, are you still looking for candidates for that high priority, top-secret mission?” Adonis asks as he peers into Valdor’s room, where the captain-general of the Adeptus Custodes is sitting, staring at his dataslate as if he hopes it has the questions to all the questions in his mind.

Valdor looked up at Adonis as he spoke and beckoned him inside with a curl of one finger “That I am. I have found some who qualify, but ideally I’d have one or two more on the team to fill it out competently.” He was still somewhat hesitant in including the tech priest in the group… But from what he had read over of Tiny’s service history, the priest should be a good fit, if a mildly mischievous caretaker. 

“I see. What qualifications are you looking for, sir?” The Aquilan Shield asked, tilting his head a little in curiosity as he obeyed the silent order to come into the other’s office and sit down. 

While Valdor had been tempted to simply assig the infant Primarchs a team of Aquilan Shields - particularly those who had been previously assigned young charges in the past, he was also aware of the… Mixed feelings that the Primarchs provoked in many of his fellow Custodes. Mixed feelings that Valdor knew he himself was not exempt from. “I have several questions to ask of  you, as well as a warning to give to you.” He informed the other of the length of the mission, if he refused it that the memories would be taken from his mind, and that Adonis was free to decline the mission with no repercussions.

“Ask your questions, sir. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t ready to complete such a mission.” Adonis answered stalwartly, chin lifting up a little, resolute.

“How have you handled medical emergencies that occur to your charges in the past? When one of them fell seriously ill, for example.” Valdor responds. He knew that Adonis had never allowed any of his charges to come to harm during the course of his duties,but illness was an unfortunate thing that happened to baselines. While it was exceedingly unlikely that the infant primarchs could get sick with normal illnesses, and the palace was well-guarded against magical curses and maladies…

They were still gene-crafted infants, and while they were definitely heartier than any natural born infant, there was still the possibility of something unfortunate happening to one or more of them. 

“Fifty years ago, one of my charges fell critically ill. I realized their symptoms and brought them to one of my brother apothercaries who had training in treating the illness that they had fallen prey to. Once they had the medications they required I monitored them closely for signs of relapse or worsening condition, while ensuring that they complied with the medical orders and restrictions they’d been given. I personally ensured that they got all of the nutrients, electrolytes and water they needed in the form of a nutritious but easily consumed soup. Under my care they swiftly and fully recovered from their illness.” Adonis answered promptly “While they were resistant to fully complying, I allowed them to move a little more than recommended in order to get them to consume the soup I created for them without fuss. A little bit of compromise goes a long way to compliance in my experience.”

Valdor nodded as he noted that down, a reflective expression appearing on his face. “I will ask you once more, do you wish to withdraw your name from consideration? If you do not, I will explain the mission parameters.”

“I am ready to serve, sir.” The Aquilan Shield responds, alert and inquisitive.

The captain-general explained to Adonis about how the primarchs had been pulled from their maturation chambers as infants, where they had been placed, adn the fact that his Majesty had been the one primarily taking care of the infants, before realizing that to take care of so many infants at once would effectively prevent him from continuing to reunify the Sol system, amongst His many other duties that had begun to fall to the wayside. Which was why he had assigned Valdor to find appropriate caretakers for the infant primarchs. He finished with “Are you willing to care for the infant primarchs, while they are so weak and vulnerable?”

Adonis nodded “I would be willing to do so, sir. I am well aware of His plans for them in the future and will do my best to guard and guide them, should I be chosen for this mission.”

Valdor nodded, saying “Excellent. I will give you the rest of the day to tie up any loose ends you may have. Report to room 156 on Beta level tomorrow to begin the week long child care course.” 

“Yes sir.” Adonis acknowledged before leaving with a brief salute.

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BG3 art dump (feat. my three main OCs and a bunch of companions)

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Hear me out… The boys with the Pheromone perfume/spray.

Congrats on this being the catalyst for something...

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tw: Dubious consent/dubcon... noncon elements; predator/prey dynamics; breeding kinks; warhammer 40k shenanigains/Yandere shenanigains

(NOTE: Raven Guard will have the group reactions and then reactions if Dove was only with one of the boys at the time of applying it. How she got the perfume is the same)

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Raven Guard Trio

Kazi preened under the praise from the people as they liberated another major city causing more and more uproar and getting forces on their side. But he smelt something funny... but funny in a good way it made his brain itch in a way he didn't know why. He followed his nose as his brothers delt with the important stuff he could just say he was following a lead... not exactly a lie. Till he looked at the bottle that lead him there.

"Say what is this?" He asked knowing there was an associate not too far.

"Um that's a pheromone perfume." They said meekly with a blush on their face...

"Smells nice... how much?" Kazi grinned at the mortal.

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Dove looked at the gift in hand as Sor and Moremo frowned at Kazi for bringing their Dove such an expensive gift and they full well knowing he probably paid next to nothing for.

"Thank you Kazi!" Dove said and her eyes widened at the pretty perfume bottle not waiting a second before putting it on. "Bit of a muted smell." She says as she applies it to her wrists before putting it on her neck.

"Ah was told its some pheromone perfume."

Dove snorted of course he would get this, "That's just some fancy thing that they try to sell you that they say will make men go mad because of some scents they put into the... why are you boys looking at me like that..." Dove stopped as all three of them looked down at her.

"You smell so lovely, Dove." Moremo growled softly.

Sor's fingers were flexing as he had taken off his helmet to at least smell the perfume to tell her it was lovely. He knew that there were few smells that could affect an Astartis... this wasn't one of them but it seemed to just heighten her natural scent.

Kazi took a step forward before Moremo's hand shot out gripping his armor... "not here... in the roost... now." He told Kazi who was just looking at Dove with something akin to a meal. Sor scooped her up and buried his face into her neck as they walked to the nest.

Sor's breath was hot and heavy in her ear... "If I could... I'd steal you away right now." That was a threat that Dove knew he would make good on if he could.

"I... I can wash it off." Dove chirped softly but it was far too late for her as the door locked behind Moremo. Sor kissed her hard as the other two took off their armor. Sor said something in high gothic as Kazi fumbled with his codpiece for him. "Guys?" She whimpered softly as Sor twitches violently trying to not crush her on accident.

"Gentle Gentle lad." Moremo groaned trying to keep some composure amongst them as it was all going to be willpower based on if Sor would actually leave after he had his fun or start to rip off his armor.

Sor

Kazi and Moremo were busy to indulge in the gift that Kazi had gotten you and you wanted to know how it smelled... he assumed it smelt fine if you were wearing it but he wasn't one to turn you away. Something tickled something in his brain as he looked down at you just smelling the air around you. You offered your wrist to him to smell as you laugh at the thought of pheromone perfume actually working.

Yes... it was quite funny... if it wasn't sending heat down to his loins. The pheromones were doing their job but that wasn't what was sending the blazing heat... it was your natural smell... clean feathers... mixed with some gunpowder... the smell of that pastry you love to have each morning... the smell of you. You tilted your head in that adorable way as he buried his nose into your wrist before licking your palm... his body hot as his black eyes looked around before picking you up and just dashing off into the night.

He's been waiting to have his chance to find some place to tuck you away... to show you how much he loves you. The way his mouth licks at your own and over your skin as he removes his armor in this hidden little roost away from his bothers... to finally have you all to himself without Moremo's gentle reminders... or Kazi's overeagerness and trying to take his turn while he was still loving you...

No it was just you and Sor tonight. And he was going to make sure you were loved all night long. He hardly could wait to be upon you and you hardly worried about the utter tizzy that the other two would be in... it was just you... Sor... with a night filled with the creaking of the bed and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

Moremo

He was always able to make sure there was time for you it was rare that Kazi was busy as he was the one who got you this gift but you wanted to try it on so badly. See if there was any credence to the sexual wonders of pheromone perfume. You both were laughing as you explained to him how it was just a rumor that's been perpetuated forever and how it would affect astartes more. He laughed dismissing it as he smelt it before it was on you...

However once the pheromones mingled with your delicious scent... he felt his loins stir. He could ignore it until later... until the others got to experience this with their sweet Dove. But... when was the last time he was selfish with their darling? Oh... not since their last Dove. How she looked up at him with a nearly naive gaze yet she could tell there was something different. A desire that burned through him... "Little Dove..."

"Yes Moremo?" She said softly.

He opened and closed his mouth trying to find the right words but all he could do was put a hand on her back and guide her to the nest. He locked the door before pushing her up to the door and kissing her hard. Feeling her fingers run through his silvering raven black hair... his black eyes roaming over her skin. "You smell amazing." He moaned into her neck... inhaling deeply as he tries to think of some romantic words to tell her... instead he feels like Kazi being eager to feel her wrapped around his cock. "Undress and get on the bed... your perfume seems to be having its... intended effect."

He licked his lips as she obeyed and with that mischief in her eyes as she wiggled her hips back up at him as he stroked his own cock, having been in more relaxed clothes for one verses his armor. He did his best to prepare her but given how often Kazi bragged about how well he slid in with minimal prep he put it to the test. Hearing their dove gasp as he slowly bottomed out was worth the waiting for a moment before he really fucked her ignoring the way Kazi on the other side of the door was upset about how he was hogging their Dove all to himself until late into the night.

Kazi

He was so excited for Dove to put on his gift. He watched her raise an eyebrow reading what it was. "Kazi I hardly think I need this to get you... going?"

"Aww but its just a bit of fun to have. Just try it on." He encouraged watching her spray her wrists before rubbing it over her neck and just offering a wrist for him to smell. But of course Kazi takes the chance to bury his face into her neck. His long black hair tickling her flesh but there was a desire that rushed down his spine right to his cock.

"Yeah like how most of these products are... they don't really work." Dove says rolling her eyes turning away not seeing the way his breath deepens as he follows her.

"Really? Shame... right? So why do they market it like that?" He says doing his best to keep his voice steady and calm.

"Oh its just suppose to be something to rile men up. Some men can smell it somewhat but there's nothing proving that it riles them up. Just something to charge people extra money for it." Dove says putting it down in the bathroom in the roost room not hearing the way Kazi locks the door behind him.

Dove finally walks out looking at Kazi seemingly taking a moment to see that he had a devilish smile on his lips and a tent in his trousers.

"I think it works on me little Dove." He purrs out.

Palion

He was the one who bought his Muse the Pheromone body lotion. Palion was upfront about what it was and what it would do to him... he got it for her as well as something horribly skimpy for a Slaanesh celebration; of course she did not wear it. Palion was at some celebration with his brothers... pouting as his Muse was having one of her days and he snarled at his younger brother who told him to drag her anyway.

Fool didn't know what was good... fool was still far to busy being selfish and chasing his own highs and pleasured exaltations. He still didn't like this new addition to their group but he wasn't going to be a petty bitch and not give him a fair chance or else then their numbers would dwindle and it would be the same gossip every damn day.

Muse on the other hand looked at herself in the mirror all dolled up... she did her best not to look at how much exposed burn marks there were... so many outfits for her to pick from. She squirms as she looks at the pict capture location... the delicate gold chains make their noise as she crawls into the nest on his bed. She used that lotion he got for her...

His eyes glanced over to the text from his muse. What are you up to?

Bored. Just watching some celebration that I've seen a hundred times now. He tries to not sound too upset but he can't help it... he always gets into a foul mood without her around.

So you're not... busy?

Never for you my dearest. What is the matter?

Palion's eyes kept shifting over to the data pad as the longer she took to respond made him want to- Ping the datapad went and he half choked on his wine.

"Brother is there something wrong- Oh... oh my brother what a treat." His brother sitting next to him whispers seeing what she sent Palion.

Would... would you like to celebrate with me? Was the message title and the image was her laying in her nest... arms over her head with her legs partially spread as the thin sheer fabric hardly covered her cunt but Palion was focused on the wet spot causing the fabric to cling to her sex and press right against it. She adjusted the outfit so instead of her burns being covered they were fully exposed. Even the part of her face and head she was self conscious was uncovered, no mask in sight just her bare body on display for him. Palion was already at half mast during this whole performance but he was now painfully hard.

His brother next to him grinning like a cat in the cream. "Are you going to respond?" When Palion was still processing he stole the datapad from him and typed in yes as Palion's reply. "Mhm. There we go she should be waiting for you when you get there." He tucked the datapad away into a pocket somewhere on the tunic. When Palion stood he gave him a loud and firm smack on the ass, "Have fun! Praise Slaanesh!"

Once Palion was out of the room he ran to his own room and threw the door open causing his tiny Muse to jump as she looked at him rush into the room inhaling her scent like some feral beast. His bare chest expanding and contracting as all three of his lungs inflated and deflated as he could taste what the concoction was doing to him. "Praise Slaanesh." He moaned before locking the door as he pounced on his Muse with a snarl of delight.

She knew what she was getting into teasing and provoking Palion into action. But... she felt good today... she wanted to reward Palion for doing his best to help her. His long and sensual tongue pressed all corners of her mouth before snaking down her throat as he was working his second finger into her cunt. He was chanting lurid prayers to the dark prince as he was suddenly balls deep in his Muse. Her moans underneath him encouraging him to keep going as his mind was muddled from her sweet and lovely scent.

Arkyn

She couldn't be mad at Arkyn forever. She looks at the other wife who is just smiling warmly at her, "How do I..." She shifts feeling awkward to ask, "How do I... seduce him."

She could see the other woman grin, "Knowing the Captain? You hardly need to do a thing but I have a feeling you're wanting to do something special. For him right?" She nods slowly watching her walk into the quarters before she comes back with a bottle. "Sprits that on yourself and when you do don't leave the room."

"What is it?" She asked looking at it.

"Something that makes the men go wild. They've got sensitive noses you see... its just some scents mixed with the scent glands of a predator. Gets them all frisky... gets them feeling good."

"Um this isn't... forcing?"

"Honey I would laugh if I didn't think it would hurt your feelings." The woman says as a small blonde girl wearing furs rushes between her legs. "A space wolf made this. Its their best worst kept secret the fact that they made this stuff for their women to wear and to use. Always saying it was some wife that made it. Even if that's the truth they are always eager to have their ladies wear it. Remember to bring that back in a couple of days when you're done."

"Days?"

She just smiled leaving Elskling holding the bottle as she returns back to her shared quarters. Staring at the liquid inside frowning as she was upset at Arkyn denying her an honorable death with her comrades but... she sighs and sprays herself wrinkling her nose as it was slightly sharp smelling not a scent she would find pleasant but it wasn't for her.

Arkyn entered his quarters without much thought as the Captain took a deep breath washing away the worries of his station. His Parietal lobe itched as he smelt something new yet intimately familiar. His mind rushing back to memories of intimate encounters with mates past. Arkyn felt himself get hard so easily at that smell as he walked to the bedroom pulling off his clothes and leaving them in his wake... he was hard and throbbing and fully naked when he opened the bedroom door.... lucky for him so was his Elskling.

"Hello Captain Arkyn..." She says with that familiar purr that he remembers back from when he first bedded her. His throat tightens and his cock raises as it throbs. Her eyes darting to the subtle movement before meeting his own eyes.

He grins as he swaggers over to the bed rubbing her naked thigh, "I think I remember asking you this once before... are you sure you can handle this..." He clicks his tongue letting the moment drag on out, "wolf? I must say we get horribly attached after we mate." He repeats those familiar lines.

All she does is bring his hand against her cunt and just presses a finger in and moves it for him before he finally takes over. Her nails dig into his shoulders as his hips press to hers, she claws him as she feels the burn of him splitting her open. And Arkyn burns this new memory into his mind... how beautifully his Elskling writhes under him... how her lips open and the gasps. He still remembers when they first had sex... he still remembers each sigh and mewl from then and the way she does it now... he burns it all into his mind and there it will stay with him till he meets the Allfather.

Tyberos the red Wake

Ophelia was in the medical bay when she smelt something good. She was talking to the marine on duty about what it was and she didn't understand what he was explaining or what it was for or why it smelt like home. He was trying his best to explain it and cocked his head to the side at her simple request to wear it, confused Ophelia explained why she wanted it. He let her seeing no harm in it.

"Void Mother," another marine said walking in causing Ophelia to shift her weight at the title. It wasn't one Tyberos had given her but she should have seen it coming given he was called the Void Father.

"Yes?" She said softly trying to be polite.

"Tyberos wishes to speak with you."

It hardly was any other reason to go back into the den of the Chapter Master. There was no use running... no use hiding... but visits with Tyberos were cordial at best and terrorizing at worst given his size and how she felt so helpless in his grasp always folding to his demands but... maybe she would deny him today.

She didn't see the way eyes lingered on her or hear the way that some astartes that were around sniffed the air after her. She entered the dim room as he was at his desk signing approvals from captains and reviewing reports. It smelt very much of Tyberos in the room... and Ophelia felt... warm. Sure maybe the phase after her moon blood when she was fertile was a time that she did not mind Tyberos' company... it was often when she would spend several days in his bed before shame ate at her and guilt ate at him. He needed her it was clear... but she felt warm like after the moon blood. He had a heavy smell... a musky one with a spice added to it.

Tyberos opens his mouth to ask her... he just sees her standing there breathing heavily... flustered skin... and then he smells her and he starts to drool. The door locks behind her as Ophelia just feels the warmth travel to her crotch as she swallows spit as she turns away not hearing how the door locked but she hears the way his chair flings into the wall behind his desk. His rational and logical side of his mind tells him that he's under the effects of something... he needs to get her out of here... but by the Throne she smells so good.

Ophelia feels the air knocked out of her as she is pressed into the wall as his hips rut against the curve of her ass. He wants to mutter an apology but it dies in his mouth as Ophelia rolls her hips back against his... pressing firmly against his arousal. A bruising grip holds her hips as he ruts against her like some youngling, drool running down his neck dripping from the exposed parts of his molars, he tastes the air and he knows exactly what is effecting both of them... in reality it should only really be affecting Ophelia... but she smells so good.

"Tyberos please..." Ophelia whines feeling so empty, "I need you inside of me." She mewls out. Nipples rubbing against the fabric of her breast binding... her undergarments clinging to her entrance from how slick she has grown.

Fabric rips as her world spins and hot wet mouth muscles rub up against each other. Tyberos files away needing to see the brother apothecary to see if there is a new weakness... or if simply combining that combination of chemicals with her scent is what is doing it for him. Grey skinned hands grip handfuls of ass as her fingers pull on his white hair, he pulls back to exhale hard and even in this relatively lukewarm room... his breath can be seen.

"Tyberos." Ophelia whines feeling him hesitate for once... she's so use to him getting her into his bed quickly that it feels too long, "Tyberos... make me void mother."

If his eyes were not already fully black then he is certain they would be given how fast he rips through her clothes and his own clothes. His cock rubbing against her overly slick entrance before sliding in fully... he normally tires to be gentle but he hilts himself in the first thrust and bellows out his enjoyment.

She screams out her own enjoyment as she pushes her legs against his scarred and tattooed chest as he thrusts down hard and deep into her cunt. They make eye contact for this... something Ophelia hardly does but her eyes glaze over with pleasure... loosing their focus before she blinks and moans out. His eyes wander down to her breasts and perhaps his thrusts are a bit more vigorous then they need to be to watch them bounce and move. His saliva splashes down on her as he fucks her hard. His eyes roaming her body... his mind drawing the appropriate tattoos for her... for her station.

She falls over the edge first with a shriek of his name in such pleasure that it causes him to follow... but the effects still linger in her system as she pulls him into a kiss... his hands still roaming over her naked body... as they spend several hours properly getting to intimately know each other finally.

Ghosk

Was happy or at least as happy as an ancient Night Lord like himself could be with being apart of a warband of misfits run by a recently fallen to Chaos Space Wolf. By the Dark Gods the Imperium sounded like a nightmare compared to what it once was... he might not have followed his father into hell if he knew he was going to be alive to watch it turn into some carcass of what it once was. But certain things made it bearable like his Rabbit.

He opens an eye as she walks in and he opens his mouth to begin their usual bickering but he stops as all of his thoughts turns into blazing heat that rushes to his groin. It throws him off slightly... he's certainly fucked before... raped even though that was hardly his modus operandi. Oh yes call him old fashioned if he enjoyed not being wept at during sex... unless that was their kink then yes... but he was a cynical bastard but not cynical enough to act like a Slaaneshi.

"Smell. What's that smell." He says with his usual calm and disinterest as he tried to not palm his hardening cock through his cloth pants.

"Wow okay... spent time with Astrid she just let me put on some perfume she likes."

His tongue ran over his teeth as the warband's matron the space wolfs wife liked his bunny rabbit so his bullshit was tolerated because it all came back to protecting her from others. But by the dark gods she should have warned his bunny that her stuff was made for seducing a wolf...

"Rabbit." He growled out. His cock twitched at the fear mingling with her scent now as he felt his nails dig into the couch. "Wash it off if you don't want me." He said letting out a groan as Ghosk couldn't stop himself from palming his cock through his pants.

"What do you-" Was all she could get out before Ghosk was over her rutting his clothed cock against her own clothed form. He was panting like a dog at the feeling of relief... he hardly masterbated anymore as he was content with his bunny around but all of his neglected need rushed to attention pushing against her supple flesh.

"This is what I mean Rabbit." He snarled, "Tell me to stop." He looked down at her with some restraint... he wasn't a chaos riddled degenerate just a normal degenerate for a Night Lord but he was still himself... he could resist these basal urges.

He could see the gears turning in her little head before she looked up at him, "And... if I don't tell you to stop?" She said so very softly.

Ghosk stopped and was panting hard as his body trembled with utter excitement. He grabbed her and carried her outside as they were on a planet for some time. He put his bunny down. "You have 10 minutes. Run rabbit run." He growled watching her run as he sat in a crouched position feeling his muscles ache... his wings eager to spread out and take flight. But he waited... and waited... knowing and picturing in his minds eye her running in that fast sprint he's seen her do.

She sprinted as fast as she could doing bursts remembering some of her endurance training as it was only a matter of time...

Ghosk's black eyes snapped open as like a bow drawn he was released. All that was there where he knelt was disturbed dust and grass.

Rabbit had to stop and crouch in the woods. Trying to run from Ghosk in an open field was suicide but trying to run from Ghosk was stupid... trying to hide from him was stupid... so why was this so exciting. She and Ghosk had a comfortable relationship... insulting each other... she didn't know what he was getting out of it. The snapping of a twig nearly made her jump out of her skin as the 500+ pound man could be frighteningly silent when he wanted to be.

"Bunny." She heard his trilling graveling voice and she was off like a lazshot but that's clearly what he wanted.

She really hardly had a chance as out of the darkness of the canopy above dropped Ghosk grabbing her before she felt all of her guts rush to her feet. Oh by the God Emperor they were so high up... "Ghosk please not so high up!" She said with fear warbling through her voice.

Another time it would seem... but Ghosk landed before he tore at her clothes... his hard cock slapping against her wet folds before slipping in as she went cross-eyed at the intrusion into her sex. Ghosk moaned and came right then as he could hardly remember the last warm cunt he was in... the thrill of the hunt mixed with her smell. Oh he felt wonderfully pathetic in that moment as his toes uncurled when he was done cumming before he pulled back and moved.

"I'm going to fill my bunny rabbit up so good." He snarled down at the breathless bunny under him... her back arched as her hips were up and she was being such a good fuckable bunny. His balls brushing up against her skin as he moved... his wings fully outstretched and flapping as his grip was bruising... his bunny was screaming... just like how rabbits scream... but instead of writhing in pain and agony she was screaming in pleasure... writhing in enjoyment... pushing her hips back against his own... moaning his name.

He was a bastard chasing his high as he pulled her back onto his cock like some fleshlight... but she wasn't... she was his bunny. He flipped her over the slight twisting on his cock causing him to cum as he took that breather for a moment. Pushing her down onto the ground again crouched over her his wings hiding her from anyone else as he buried himself to the hilt for a few precious seconds and they both gasped at the depth of pleasure they could free.

"Bunny! Bunny! Bunny!" He chanted as his hips snapped to hers with eager restraint. One of his hands clawed the ground around one of her own... palms touching as the way her nails from her other hand clawed his arm as she screamed with pleasure under him. He felt so amazing... the way her willing body writhed under him... her hips desperate to meet his... he was suddenly very aware of her hands touching his skin. All Ghosk could do... say... and think was... "Bunny! Bunny! Bunny!"

She was a trembling sweating mess... the orgasms from both of them going uncounted as finally Ghosk felt his final climax take hold of him and he spread his wings fully out in all their terrible glory... undecorated for this moment but he snarled out her actual name as he came for the final time inside of her. His finally flaccid cock slipping from her thoroughly ruined cunt. His cunt. He mused looking at her laying there almost fully out of it... covered in dirt, cum, sweat, small cuts, bruises, and probably small creatures native to this planet. His Rabbit... He pulled her into a kiss as he purred out another bunny or two when she reciprocated.

Angelo

Vivienne knew her ways around functions... knew how to rile the lords up... rile them up into making deals with her. She of course used every trick in the book to get what she wanted. Get the trade deals in her favor as she sprayed the perfume on her. The thick makeup upon her face as she made sure she looked just right for this planetary governor's function. Of course she learned as much as she could... bit of a crude thing but nothing that a nice sinched waist and some cleavage couldn't help her with this.

Of course that's what she thought going into it. She grumbles coming back to her ship after a disaster of a party... she might as well have brought Angelo for companionship. No one fuckin told her he was gay. She would have made sure Seth was far more dressed up but Throne bless him he was able to use it as being "roguish" charms or something like that.

"Yes Seth you're getting paid extra for your contribution to that. Your usual seduction fee?"

"I want extra given how..." He grimaced.

Vivienne nodded and waved her hand, "Yes yes he wasn't your usual flavor I know but you saved this deal."

"Of course my Lady. Now if you excuse me I have a bottle of amesec and a bath calling me." He says splitting off heading to his quarters. As she walked to her own she could see Angelo was right there along with the door guards but they dismissed themselves after he entered the quarters behind her.

"He was fucking gay Angelo!" She says upset that she went through all this effort in getting ready for seduction and it all going to waste. She starts to undo her corset but the Blood Angel walks up behind her and somehow is so dexterous with such large hands.

"Would explain the lack of the scent of a paramour on you..." He leans in, "Though I could change that." He says nipping at her earlobe. She waves him away but his nose catching something delightfully mixing with her scent. "You do smell delightful though my Lady." His tongue runs over the artery in her neck before she pulls away to get out of the ridiculous outfit she put herself into. Angelo cares not for the maids that come in leaving a bottle of wine and two glasses... helping her fully undress and taking away the garment as she proceeds to wipe off that silly face paint.

"Lady Vivienne." Angelo finally asks as the maids leave.

"Yes Angelo?" She asks tiredly looking at him in the mirror.

She lets out the smallest gasp as with a blink he is already behind her his hands roaming over her naked, the robe barely clinging to her shoulders hardly counted as clothes to him, shoulders. "You do smell quite delightful... how about I make you feel so good."

She knew what he was refrencing... it was a silly joke from Rowena. A pheremone perfume with some exotic, probably xenos, ingredients that she claimed could work on any man... even a space marine. It had an innocuous smell to it and most men agreed she smelt nice but she was hardly expecting the throbbing against her back as his eyes were black as he panted hard just touching her body. His blonde hair tied back as his teeth looked... bigger to her and she swallowed softly.

Perhaps Rowena wasn't lying for once....

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Author’s note: Start of Claude in Husbandry AU! Claude is now in the Husbandry AU! OG goes to Kit-williams. She’s amazing, so are all the other people who write/make art/writing in the Husbandry tag. Seriously!

Summary: Claude wakes up, still almost dead on a forest floor on a planet he for sure was not on.

Warnings: Pain, wounds, injuries. Uh… let me know if I need to add any in the tags please.

Claude wakes up with a painful gasp and is more than a little surprised that he’s alive. He had thought as the Xeno scum fell out of the sky that it would crush him to death. He opens his eyes and tries to assess how he’s feeling. Pain- pain, is good and bad, pain is good, which means he can feel that his wounded. Pain is bad, he’s wounded badly enough to feel it. As he slowly looks around with a frown and furrowing of his eyebrows, he doesn’t recognize the flora and fauna of the forest that he’s in. The last thing that he recalls, he was in an open battle field that didn’t have much in the way of forests and bushes, at least the part of the world that he and his squad was fighting in. He starts by cautiously wriggling his fingers and opens, they move easily and without much pain.

His armor, from the alerts he’s getting is broken, wrenched in places from the claws of the Xeno-scum that he had been fighting. Also, his body is badly wounded from the fighting, and getting almost crushed by a falling giant flying Tyranid that had fallen… not at terminal velocity, but it was a giant beast of a Xeno-filth. While he, his brothers, and chapter are taught stealth, they’d been pulled to help another chapter when the Tyranids had attacked, and the losses he’d heard of his vox device for the wounded and fallen of his brothers had him knowing that direct, confrontational battle isn’t what he and his chapter are trained for. He’s covered in blood and gore, his own, and the Xeno’s he’s killed. He sends out a vox call for help, and as he tries to send a message his voice crackles and croaks and he coughs. He wheezes, unfortunately, he must have had his lungs semi-crushed. He’s thankful to be a Primaris Astartes, after all, his healing factor is better than a first born, and he’s still alive.  

He closes his eyes and he knows for certainty even if panic is starting to flicker into his hearts. He doesn’t want to die. Not like this, alone, and out of battle. If he’s to die, he wants to die saving base line humans, or his brothers, or in Glorious Combat. Not choking on his own blood with nary an ally or enemy in sight. The cackling and giggling hasn’t started up, usually when his emotions start to slip his hard fought control they become louder and the voices cackle and jabber lies and false honey promises. He’s no apothecary, but he’d been taught basic first aid, as a stealth operative, getting help, even from squad mates was unlikely to happen, at best they wouldn’t be close enough to help, at worst they would ignore his calls for help in order to complete the mission. He slowly shifts himself onto his hands and knees, slowly, carefully as he crawls over to a tree to lean against.

It’s slow going and his vision fades in and out as dark spots speckle across his vision as he wheezes and coughs. He knows what it feels like to be badly wounded, had been trained how to push through the pain and persevere. The Mechanicus was very through in their training of the Primaris Marines, and his Elder Brothers, among the First born have specialized his training and ensured him and his brothers would be even more fit for their holy mandates as Angels of the Imperium. He takes the few medical supplies that he has on him, and to his dismay nearly all of them are broken or busted in such a way that using them would be more dangerous than useful at this point in time. He leans against the tree tries to take slow deep breaths as he closes his eyes and reaches out, it’s harder, much hard than it should be as his spirit fades from his body and he tries to find a mind that he knows, that is familiar.

To his dismay so many are baseline human and the Elder brothers are all strange, as his spirit walks and wanders before his hearts soar with hope as he recognizes one of the minds as a friend. As someone who he helped and helped him in training back on Holy Mars. Cedric.

[Cedric. Please. Help me.] He calls out to Cedric.

It’s never certain if his brothers can actually hear him or not when his soul is out of his body. He reaches and touches one of Cedrics arms and notices Cedric twitch.

[Brother-cousin please, I’m bleeding out in the forest three hours south of here. I… I don’t want to die ingloriously. Cedric please]. He calls out to the young Apothecary.

[ion-mailbox]

A Nice reprieve from Studying

Art challenge from the Wyll server (specifically Emmakennedy on insta/ @pomegranateeater here who drew Wyll) .

I imagine this an au where it was an arranged marriage of sorts and where Tiamat never happened so the deal with Mizora never happened.

[fools-of-faerun]

It's a mystery for the people of Baldur's Gate.

[bluebeetle]

awww wyll has special dialogue if you lose your eye via dubious surgery

[goldenhallas]

[abysskeeper]

They're parenting their nerdy, awkward, teenage son through his first major breakup encouraging their bestie through an incredibly difficult time and really hoping he doesn't explode.