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[msflora-lynn]

I think this is how the Thousand Sons's first meeting with their primarch goes:

I AM BACK FROM COMMISSION MARATHON!!!!! I CAN MAGNUSPOST AGAIN!!!

Here's a cute parody I made, sorry if the resolution is smol.

[I edited to correct his eye >:3]

[deleteddewewted]

Supermarket Romance p2

Modern! Titus x Gn! Reader

S: Titus goes back to the supermarket as he needs ingredients for a new recipe that his gyms security guard recommended trying. He gave himself the liberty to wear a hoodie this time as he wasn't feeling all too well. He wasn't expecting to see you again nor that you asked him a question. (Cairon makes a brief appearance here!)

W: PTSD episodes, Depression, Anxiety Disorders, Reader is a broke Artist, Titus works as an Analyst for a company, Ableist comments (From Titus and to Titus)

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He didn't know what to think about his appearance at the moment. If anything, he was trying to not think about it. He was wearing shorts, which he usually wore for semi-formal occasions, and a hoodie, which he had for the gym. His leg was acting up again, the weather and his lack of use of his knee brace created bigger problems for him. He knew he should have worn it the last time he worked out but he felt too embarrassed to wear it out in public. He thought people would stare or pass judgment if he did so he left it in his gym bag. He didn’t think to much about it anyways. He just needed to grab a few things to make a recipe that the security guard at the gym he goes to suggested.

Cairon was a hulking figure, especially for a security guard. He was an ex veteran like himself, was younger than Titus by a few years, and he was discharged after losing his arm during an explosion. The man seem to take his injury in stride unlike Titus. He constantly encouraged Titus, was motivational to all who walked in, made sure to keep everyone in check. Cairon was a ray of sunshine that Titus couldn’t seem to damper. Not that he wanted to but it was a little much at times. Cairons eagerness to help and be there became overwhelming at times but Titus also welcomed it. The man approached him first after all, made sure to help him find the locker room and the private gyms if he ever needed a moment to himself. Titus thought the younger man might have picked up on his disability and that’s why he was being kind but no, Cairon picked up on Titus’ discomfort for overly loud and crowded spaces. Ever since their first meeting Cairon has been a constant presence in Titus’ life and the older man appreciated that. He even told Titus that he should wear his brace and that not wearing it would just make things harder on himself.

Titus was paying the price for it now. His knee more than anything was killing him and his entire leg felt like it was ready to collapse under him while he gauged the prices of the cabbage. He leaned on his other leg instead, hoping to gain some relief.

"Are they any good?" A voice asked from beside him. He turned to look at the person but didn't see anyone. He looked down instead and found you staring at the cabbages.

"Im thinking of getting one but im not sure. I don't think ¢.76 the pound is worth it for a cabbage." You rambled on. He didn't know what to think, he kind of just blinked at you hoping that his brain would help him push the words out of his mouth. What was he supposed to say? This wasn't the first time he's talked to you but this was the first actual conversation he was contemplating having with a stranger.

"Hmm, i think its cheaper at the corner store." You turn around and just leave, not even bothering for a response from him.

Titus just watches you leave, the words stuck in his throat as he turns back around and processes what happened. Your scent was something he picked up. You smelled nice, earthy even. He wanted to ask what cologne or perfume you used. Maybe it was your body wash. It was comforting and reminded him of one of his bunk buddies who was into hygiene and always looking presentable.

He didnt keep track where you going but every so often he did bump into you. You seemed to be on a tighter budget than last time, only grabbing a few items that where on clearance or expiring soon. He noticed that you had a lot of meat in your basket and ziplock bags. Maybe you were freezing them so they would last longer, he thought to himself. Now that he thought about it, his recipe did call for meat and he was yet to get any.

His hands began to sweat and his hands trembled as he thought about it. He could use this as his excuse to talk to you, to introduce himself and be pleasant. His therapist had suggested he start socializing with other people outside of his work and gym. He could do this, he told himself. He siked himself up, took a few deep breathes, and walked over to you.

You were looking at some potatoes, thinking if it was worth buying them since there was no way you would be able to preserve them. Your fridge was having issues and you were worried about the moisture in your apartment. Either way, the potatoes would mold quickly and it would be waste unless you tried eating only that for the next week and a half. The thought made you sick.

“Excuse me.” A man’s voice came from behind you. You jolted before moving to the side hoping you hadn’t taken too much space so he could grab whatever he wanted from the produce section. But he never reach forward to grab anything. Instead, he was facing you. You swallowed hard before turning to face the man. It was the kind stranger who gifted you the ice cream from last time. He looked menacing, he practically loomed over you and his clothes didn’t help disuade that feeling.

“Hey there, stranger.” You replied. You hoped that your nervousness wasn’t noticeable. You felt like you were practically sweating buckets. His gaze was intense, his eyes half lidded and looking into your soul as his face betrayed no emotion.

“Is there any good sale on the meats?” His question didn’t feel like a question, more like an observation. You didn’t know how to feel about it. The man gave ex con or ex military vibes and it was starting to make you nervous just how big he was.

“Uh…yeah, there’s some good deals. It’s half off if you get the clearance stuff. You just need to ask butcher for the cuts you want.” You felt awkward and out of place. Not an unusual feeling but it was made more intense by the man in front of you. He didn’t even react to the information you age him, he merely blinked at you before nodding his head and thanking you.

“Thank you for the information. I’ll make sure to check with the butcher.” He looked like he was going to take his leave, his body already turning to leave, but he stops himself.

“My name is Titus.” It was your turn to blink at him. Titus. The name was so… pristine. Elegant even. It sounded so modern yet old and it flowed with a nice bounce. You could practically taste the pronunciation of his name on your tongue.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Titus. I’m Y/n.” You offered your hand to him but he ignored it and walked away instead. You sighed and turned back to the potatoes.

“Titus, what a lovely name.” You thought to yourself. You with an amused smile on your face, you walked towards the cash register to check out.

Titus sped walk away from the produce area as quickly as he could. His leg was killing him and the muscles in the appendage were set ablaze. But he ignored it. His heart was pounding in his chest and the air around him felt heavy. He spoke to someone new today and they didn’t run away! A small spark of joy bloomed in his chest as he went over the interaction in his head. You smiled at him, you spoke to him, you met his gaze. You weren’t disgusted by his appearance but instead you treated him like he was any ordinary man. It was thrilling to him. And yet, he wondered if you stayed cause you truly wanted to speak to him. His joy dwindled but he did accept that it was progress. His therapist was sure to be thrilled with this new development. In the mean time, he mulled over your name. He thought it was nice and fitting for you. You looked like your name, for however silly the thought was. A lovely name for a kind looking person. He wondered if this meant you would speak to him the next time you meet. If he could approach you. Would that ok? Would it be welcomed? Doubts consumed him but he pressed on. He made his way over to the small butcher shop in the store and asked for their clearance cuts. He grabbed a few he liked or thought would be easiest to cook and made his way to the front of the store to pay. He couldn’t spot you in any of the lines but he did spot you waiting at the bus stop once again.

He bagged and grab his things and and this way back to his car. As he loaded his things he noticed you get on the bus with all of your bags and leave. He wondered what kind do life you lived. What minute inconveniences might you have in your own life? What were your motivations? He shook his head and closed his trunk.

He sat in the drivers seat and gave himself a few minutes to prepare for the drive ahead of him. He hoped that this issue would go away sooner rather than later like his therapist had told him. But he knew better than to rush himself to drive when he wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t want to have to stop on the side of the highway again because of an episode. It would make the trip twice as long and twice as painful.

[plagueplanethq]

I assumed that the Lion's Forestwalk ability was his warp power. Maybe not, maybe he turns into a...giant...cat? I dunno, that isn't nearly as interesting.

What do you think the other primarchs' warp powers would be?

[candyswirls]

Crying in the Dark - Pt 5: Welcome

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Summary: the little ones follow Lion back to The Rock fortress.

I did head sketches of them! (Down at the bottom of the post, under the cut) I’ve had several of these scenarios that happen this chapter in my head for a while and I’m happy to finally get them in. Also, more clues as to who their father is and a small mention of their mother.

Thaedeus was lifted by his fellow Astartes.

The yellow one with long ears made an announcement. All her sisters raised their hand and spoke in agreement.

If they were being held they climbed down and ran off in the same direction.

“That’s the location of their camp,” Lion mentioned.

“One of them took my helmet,” added a dark Angel.

They followed where the little ones went. At the small clearing, they saw them packing up.

One came running up, holding a blue Astartes rag doll plush with a white helmet. She snuggled it.

She ran to a pack and placed it in there. They left the area as if they had never been there. Each pack was pulled onto their backs. They were comically large on them. They looked at Lion expectantly.

“Are they coming with?” Zabriel questioned.

“I believe so,” Lion nodded.

As he began working on returning to the fortress, the little ones moved in with the group.

Some jumped in excitement. A few held the hands of the Astartes near them.

They stepped towards the fortress. The little one’s glow began to diminish as they entered the materium. Lion wanted to stop but they had no concern as they moved forward. Painted patterns appeared on their skin in their respective and alike colors.

Lion recognized some of the designs as those from Nocturne and Prospero. Their hair still flowed in unseen wind. Each was different save for four similar markings. Kohl eyeliner around their right eye. A single flame over their hearts. A tear drop on the back of their neck. Another symbol on their left palms; similar to the letters in the eldar alphabet.

A fifth same symbol began to appear as they were nearly out of the warp. A skull between their feathered shoulder blades.

The awaiting dark angels and serfs gasped as they saw the little ones with the Primarch.

“By the Omnissiah,” exclaimed an ad mech.

While they had grown more comfortable with the squad, the little ones grew shy and reserved at the new faces.

Bashu hid behind the Primarch’s leg.

Azrael approached his Primarch, “Lord El’Jonson, are these…”

Lion nodded.

The little ones stared at the new group of Astartes.

Lion cleared his throat, “My sons, meet… the little ones. My nieces. Your cousins.”

An apothecary moved in the assist the wounded, still staring at the little ones.

Most little ones stayed close to Lion.

One gasped and called out something as she pointed to the look out.

They all rushed to the windows edge and stared out at the vastness of the galaxy, looking at the battle barges and other ships surrounding the fortress.

“Wow!” One exclaimed.

A chorus of several others had the same sentiment as they stared in awe. Eyes a glow with wonder.

Lion felt a pang in his chest.

“I don’t think they’ve ever seen anything like this before,” Lion stated.

All Astartes watched from afar as the little ones took in the view of space. Some watched wearily, unsure if they could be trusted.

One little one turned and spotted a watcher before squealing and running forward. She dwarfed the watcher but gently leaned over to hug it. It patted her arms, completely unbothered.

Bronson, a primaris librarian, moved forward and crouched next to Xuxudon “Hello there!”

She slowly turned her head to him, glaring.

He crouched down, smiling at her, “How pretty you all are! Such a lovely color and fine craftsmanship. Have you no fear? You certainly look unimpressed.”

She just stared.

He pulled something from one of his packs and held it out her. It was a silver Aquila.

She looked at it and then him. He motioned it to her.

She slowly reached out and took it, turning it over in her hands.

She hummed and placed it inside her torso, hand phasing through the glasslike skin. She then pulled out a gold Aquila, a much older piece and different model. She placed it in his hands then turned away to look back out at the stars.

Bronson stared at the piece and looked back at his brothers, “This is crusade era and extremely rare.”

Before anyone could commented one babbled a question to Lion, holding up her pack.

“You can set them over there,” he told her, motioning to a wall where promethium tanks sat.

They each placed their pack’s in the area he designated. Smyne shoved her face against a tank, staring into the glowing window.

Druzilla quickly opened her pack and pulled out a stuffed Astartes rag doll plush. It was green and had a white helmet.

She ran over to where some veterans stood and held it up to them, showing the same color scheme. She hugged it sweetly then pointed up at a white helmet.

They chuckled and nodded as one took a knee and removed his helmet, revealing an eye replaced with a lens.

“Ooooh!” She cooed as she stared up at it in amazement.

They slowly moved forward, interacting with the Dark Angels.

The yellow one, Hapipola, greeted Azrael and offered a biscuit.

The light blue one, Fantan, went straight for a terminator helmet, clipped onto a hip. She had zero fear as she removed it walked away.

The Astartes jaw dropped. She held it up and vocalized her delight at it and its design.

Several serfs gasped as the little ones approached. They about the same size as a baseline, coming up to just below most of their necks.

Bashu maintained her position behind Lion’s leg, peeking out as she had her fingers in her mouth. If someone approached, she’d move to the other side of the leg, refusing to make eye contact.

She eventually rested her head against Lion’s knee as she held onto him.

“Watch it!” An Astartes snapped.

Fantan had tried to grab his helmet and he shoved her back.

She snapped a Caliban sweat at him.

One of his brothers scolded him but Chichi-Bon had already began yelling.

“I’m not falling for your tricks,” he growled. “You could be vermin for all we know.”

Lion frowned, ready to reprimand his son.

Chichi-Bon let out a growl and jumped into a stance, motioning him to make the first move.

He folded his arms, “oh please, I could squash you.”

The twins blew raspberries and began mocking him. Chichi-Bon did the same. Taunting him like he was weak.

He scoffed and moved forward, “Fine, many this will teach yoooOOOOUUUUU!-“

As soon as he was close enough and reached out to her, she grabbed his arm, shifted, and then used all her might and his momentum to flip him forward.

The Astartes slammed onto his back, the air knocked out of him.

Several of his brothers burst into laughter as Chichi-Bon gave a scream of victory. She stuck out her tongue and spit at him before waltzing away, looking quite proud.

Lion laughed as well, “These are children of one of my brothers. They’re bound to have strength like a Primarch.”

The Adeptus Mechanicus moved forward. Astartes began looking on guard, not pleased with this.

“They look to be living machines,” one stated. “Much like the necrons. Are they soulless as such?”

Canandes was closest to them and she cocked her head at the approaching magos.

She held out her hands and went to meet him. He was taken back at her boldness. She reached to touch his face and chest. Light rippled out from her palms and across his metal. Any light on him began flashing.

He gasped loudly and raised his arms high above his head.

“By the Omnissiah!” He called out. “I see him! I see him! The machine god! He shows me his truth! Revelations of long lost technology and how to make them! A vision! A soul! I feel her soul!”

Canandes giggled as she jumped back, waiting for the magos to compose himself.

“Arch-magos!” One called out. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

The magos declared, “She showed me a vision! She is a soul within a metal body! Behold! The grandchildren of the Omnissiah! I saw him before my very optics! Praise the Omnissiah!”

The adepts moved forward in hopes to also receive a vision. Canandes giggled and retreated back to the Astartes, running between Zabriel’s legs.

Havine saw them coming closer to her and hissed at them, her jaw unhinging. Rows of sharp teeth glinted along with long canines.

“That looks like a nasty bite,” one dark angels commented, sounding pleased as the adepts retreated.

Lion pushed forward to the magos, Bashu staying with him, “You saw my father?”

“Yes!” He insisted. “Shining in golden glory!”

“Did you see who their father is?” Lion questioned.

The magos shook his head, “I did not only his majesty and the sight of many wonderful things! I know how to manufacture power axes and a long barreled bolter used during the unification wars! By the Omnissiah!”

A little called out, “Omnissiah!”

She giggled then froze as she stared above the adepts, her gaze slowly rising. Each of her sisters did so and drew quiet as they saw a lone winged cherubim floating above.

It dipped down towards Lion and subsequently Bashu who had barely looked up at it.

She screamed and was suddenly on the other side of the hall. She had knocked one primaris clean off his feet and slammed another one into the wall. She scrambled to hide and get away and ended up climbing atop a Son of the Phoenix.

The others broke into shrieking and screams as they pointed at the cherubim. Some hissed and went on guard, grabbing whatever was near them and throwing it at the cherubim. It narrowly dodged a helmet.

Elnori declared, “Daemon! Daaaaaaaeeemon!”

They all began calling it a daemon. It dipped low and two others raced away squealing.

Elnori reached with in her torso and pulled out a shockingly long spear that was hooked at the end. She poised, ready to strike the cherubim.

One adept cried out, “no! Don’t hurt Pookie!”

It dropped suddenly as it hovered nearer.

Smyne and Hapipola both moved in front of their sisters to face the supposed danger… then both burst into flames.

[sincwaite]

Monastic sotitude

Will be finished, maybe.

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[infinitygwi]

[kainekron]

Tts is the epitome of playing with jpegs like their dolls

[plagueplanethq]

EXCUSE ME HI I HAVE A QUESTION

Guilliman's Council

by Phil Moss

(via Warhammer Art)

[msflora-lynn]

This is how I imagine Mag's young self looks like? I know they skip their baby and teenage phase pretty quickly, but... Why not?

[plagueplanethq]

The Dawn of Fire series continues with The Martyr’s Tomb by Marc Collins, the sixth installment. Shortly after the Kingdom of Iron is secured, the Archenemy strikes the shrine worlds of the Golden Chain, and only Velua remains standing. The Order of Our Martyred Lady and the Black Templars are all that lies between legions of plague-ridden cultists and complete and utter defeat.

Incoming Death Guard in the sixth Dawn of Fire novel! I’m pretty stoked. We got some hot Kor Phaeron action in The Gate of Bones, maybe they’ll give us Typhus as a little treat in this one? (I’d be surprised if they gave us Mortarion, Abaddon hasn’t even shown up yet.) Here’s hoping that we get some good Death Guard characters out this. Also who is the badass lady with the axe?

[candyswirls]

Crying in the Dark - Part 4: Revealed

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Synopsis: Some of the Dark Angels and Sons of the Phoenix meet the little ones.

They had met up with a small force of Son of the Phoenix, a chapter from the geneseed of his brother Dorn. Brave, noble, and elegant. They fought hard and with honor against the necrons on this planet.

Lion held onto a wounded one as he dragged him backwards, using his other arm to shoot a bolter into the surging enemy. True to an Astartes, the one he was rescuing still used his own bolter to fire as well.

They were overwhelmed and he refused to lose anymore sons or nephews.

“Into the forest!” He shouted.

He concentrated as his sons gave him cover fire then dragged the Son of the Phoenix and the others in.

The stark contrast of gunfire vs birds in trees hit him before he saw it.

He sighed as he laid the Phoenix up against a tree, a large crackling green wound around his ribs.

“We’ll get you taken care of,” Lion promised him.

The Astartes nodded, “I’m still going my lord.”

He wheezed and Lion patted his head, “what is your name?”

“Sergeant Thaedeus, my lord,” he answered, his breath turning shallow. “Thank you.”

“I feel cowardly for retreating,” one muttered.

“We will return and conquer,” Lion said. “I’d rather not lose more sons than necessary doing it. I need to go back and get the others.”

“Perhaps we will see the little ones,” Pitir offered.

Lion nodded, “Perhaps. They are skittish.”

It had slipped out to this squad about the little ones. He had visited them fairly frequently. They did not always show themselves but they had become excited whenever they saw him.

He exited back to the planet, leaving the group. They sorely needed an apothecary.

To distract the dying Thaedeus another dark Angel offered, “Perhaps we will catch a glimpse of the little ones.”

“What do they look like?” One Phoenix asked.

Zabriel answered, “We’ve only heard descriptions from our Primarch. They’re about the size of a baseline but with the proportions of a child. They come up to his knee so thigh for a primaris and hip for a firstborn. They’re made of a metal that he said is similar to the Primarch of the Iron Hands. They look humanlike save for their skin, a tail that splits in two near the base, and animal like ears. Their ears are like oversized Gretchin ones and each has them modeled after ancient Terran animals. They all glow their own color and all have glowing blue eyes. Their hair is ghostlike and wispy. Blowing in a non-existent wind. They have shape teeth and he saw one unhinge its jaw once. The middle of their torso looks like it’s made of glass and you can see glowing outlines of their organs. He’s mentioned that they have long and sharp fingers and their hands look large on them. There’s fifteen total and they all have different personalities and names. They speak an unknown language and do not understand gothic or our native Caliban tongue. Our Lord knows that they are the children of one of his brothers. We don’t know which one.”

“If they’re made of metal then maybe they are children of Ferrus Manus?” One questioned. “The Primarch of the Iron hands did have metal upon his skin.”

“Rogal Dorn maybe?” A Phoenix offered. “Perhaps they hail from our Primarch.

Another Son of the Phoenix pondered this.

Sergeant Thaedeus shook his head, “Our father was a master architect. Not necessarily one of the forge. Have you considered Vulkan?”

“Have you considered Perturabo?” Another piped up. “We cannot block out the possibility of the traitorous Primarch’s. Magnus has great magic prowess. He could have animated them or they were granted life by a being of the warp. Our Lord did mention that they have a nose similar to Magnus the Red.”

“You are very distrusting,” Pitir commented. “Our Primarch has met them and can tell they are of no ill will. We just don’t know who their father is. Or mother. A combined effort.”

“Could have been more than one Primarch. Fulgrim grew up in mines and knew how to forge. Perhaps he and Ferrus Manus created them.” Thaedeus added.

“But Ferrus Manus was killed early in the heresy. More likely than not, they were born after the heresy.”

“Lord Lion has said that they look like Sanguinius with their features. Maybe they are children of the great Angel?”

There was a howl off in the distance.

“Careful,” Zabriel warned. “There are enemies that can lurk here. Be on guard.”

“Grox,” an Angel muttered. “My bolter is gone. I might have dropped it.”

“Search the under growth,” Zabriel ordered.

Pitir dropped down to a crawl to search under bushes where they entered.

Thaedeus grit his teeth.

Another knelt by him and gripped his hand, “Be strong brother. Help will come.”

“Found it!” Pitir announced.

He reached into a bush then froze, staring into it. He didn’t dare move.

“Pitir?” The Zabriel questioned. “everything alright?”

The Primaris didn’t answer him, still staring into the bush.

The others stood on guard, afraid he’d found a threat, some cocked or drew their weapons.

Pitir slowly reached up to unclip his helmet.

“Hi,” he said softly, “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. Hi, little one.”

The entire company held their breath and watched carefully.

Pitir slowly held out a hand, “It’s okay, little one. We follow the Primarch, Lion El’ Johnson. Uncle Lion.”

Slowly, a metal humanoid rose up from the bush. Her eyes glowed blue as she kept them trained on Pitir suspiciously. She herself glowed a light yellow.

She emerged with caution, scanning the others. She held the bolter in her arms. She was just as described but with a short length of flowing ghostlike hair.

“By the Emperor,” Thaedeus whispered.

“They do exist,” Zabriel spoke, almost with relief.

The little one sniffed the air then moved inward, avoiding everyone.

One reached out to her and she hissed, ears back.

“Don’t spook her,” Zabriel whispered.

She came up close to Thaedeus, examining him as she gently set down the bolter.

The Son of the Phoenix stared back. Maintaining a few feet, she circled him, focused on the Necron inflicted wound. She crouched down to get a better look at it, scrunching her face.

Without warning she spun around and darted back into the brush, disappearing.

One tried to chase after but another blocked him, “Don’t scare them. They’re obviously very cautious. Are there others?”

The group scanned the trees and foliage.

“None, sir,” One answered.

Thaedeus breathed, “She was so close. She-she was…”

“She was so cute!” Pitir exclaimed. “Such big eyes and round cheeks! I wanted to hold her! She reminded me of my siblings!”

“By the Primarch,” Zabriel muttered. “We’ve seen one. We must let him know.”

Just moments later, they could hear voices approaching. Young voices.

“She returns?” A Phoenix questioned.

They watched with anticipation as two others came bounding up. They skidded to a halt when they arrived. One was dark blue and the other purple.

The purple one wrinkled her nose at the Astartes. Then her ears perked up, she began sniffing the air and looped around a tree to where Thaedeus lay.

She stared at the wound peering from his armor. She pointed at it.

“Ow,” she said.

“Ow,” repeated the other.

Both squads were amazed that they now had seen a total of three.

“I, Chichi-Bon!” Came an announcement.

A red one strode into the middle, her hands on her hips, frowning as she scanned the group.

She saw Thaedeus.

“Ow,” she said while pointing.

If anyone moved forward they hissed or growled at them, a warning to not come closer.

The light yellow returned, running up with two others. Twins, pink and magenta. The twins carried an old and large medicae pack. Still recognizable.

“They have medical supplies,” a dark Angel whispered.

They brought the kit into the fold and set it near Thaedeus. They maintained distance against the Astartes. Their focus did not leave them, ready to move if someone tried to approach them.

The dark blue one moved to open the medicae kit. Most items were recognizable but others the little ones had placed in themselves. A few had been altered. She pulled out various items and moved to Thaedeus.

A son of the Phoenix reached to take the items and she batted his hand away.

She snapped something at him in a scolding tone.

She knelt next to Thaedeus. He reached out a hand and she smacked it away as she opened items, focused on the task at hand. She took a stim and jabbed it in with no hesitation or mercy.

Thaedeus stifled a yelp. She continued.

“They know basic first aid,” one questioned?

The red one, Chichi-Bon, babbled something to her sisters.

Pitir was still crouched, looking at the little ones, “This is amazing.”

“There’s more,” Zabriel gaped.

A few others had joined the group along the outskirts, slowly moving in. Green, orange, light purple, yellow, various blues. They slowly emerged from the shadows and brush. Most kept their guard up but all wanted a view of Thaedeus.

“I count fourteen,” an Astartes said.

“Fifteen,” Zabriel said, motioning to behind the Astartes.

The Astartes turned around to see one right behind him.

“They’re exceptional at stealth.” He said, bewildered that she managed to sneak up upon them.

The purple one watched disdainfully, unimpressed.

Zabriel looked at her, “I’m guessing this is Xuxudon by what our Primarch has told us.”

The purple one spun around to him, bewildered that he said her name then spat at Zabriel.

Thaedeus hissed in pain, “Emperor Damn it!”

One little one parroted him, “Emp’rer dammit!”

Thaedeus looked mortified, “I did not mean to say that I-“

The one with the medicae kit held a finger up to his mouth.

“Shoosh,” she said, she went back to stitching the wound together, roughly.

The white glowing one pointed at the Astartes and chattered something.

Dark green answered her abrasively. White retorted. Then they broke into arguing. White said something and dark green screeched at her sister, charging and tackling her. They snarled and rolled around on the ground.

The Red one screeched at them.

The two froze then split, glaring at each other. They reluctantly hugged each other then moved away from each other. Another pointed and laughed at them.

Dark green hissed and folded her arms, pouting.

It grew silent as they watched the dark blue one. She held out her palms to Thaedeus. They glowed. She pressed them over his wound. He flinched but soon relaxed. Dark blue light overtook the green of the Necron wound.

He took in a deep breath, his lungs working properly again and his skin returned from being pale and clammy.

The light yellow one picked up the bolter she had dropped. She brought it over to the owner.

“Thank you,” he said.

She pointed at it and said a word.

“Bolter,” he told her.

The pink one repeated the word, “Bolter.”

Havine turned around and pointed to Zabriel’s hip where his own was, “Bolter?”

“Yes!” Pitir said enthusiastically.

“Bolter!” Yelled another little one.

Astartes knelt on the ground, and drew closer as the little ones seemed more comfortable.

Pitir held out his arms to the pink one, “Can I hold you?”

“Pitir,” scolded another.

But the pink one looked at the motion and slowly moved into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder.

Pitir held back a gasp as his eyes lit up. He lifted her up and patted her back.

“By the golden throne,” he whispered. “She’s light. This is fantastic and amazing. She’s so sweet.”

“Oooh!” Cooed the light blue one as she examined a helmet.

One of the dark angels spun around, to see she had detached it from his hip.

“That’s mine!” He barked.

She looked at him then laughed. She hugged the helmet sweetly as if it were the softest and nicest stuffed toy.

The dark Angel seemed to soften.

“Don’t-don’t break it,” he warned.

She held it out, studying it. She ran long fingers over the paint design and gilding.

“Their hands are large for their size.” Pitir observed.

He now had a second one in his embrace.

The light purple one looked up at him and raised her arms. Pitir added her to his growing pile.

A son of the Phoenix did the motion to the teal one who held her hands to her chest. She seemed startled at him. She shook her head and retreated back towards the bushes.

Before the Phoenix could stand, the orange one ran into his arms, hugging him. She pulled back and gave a sweet smile. He held her and her twin tails wrapped around his arm.

Zabriel looked at the yellow one with long ears.

“Hello,” he greeted with a smile.

She stuck her hand into her torso, it phasing through the glass and disappearing. She pulled out a small biscuit and held it up to him.

“Oh,” he said shocked. “Thank you.”

He took it gingerly and inspected it.

The little one clasped her hands and rocked back and forth, waiting for him to try it.

He slowly took a bite and his brow raised in surprise.

“Ah,” he nodded. “Thank you, it’s very good.”

She beamed as if she understood him.

The light blue one put the helmet on and cackled as she went running. She ran face first into a tree and bounced backwards.

The Astartes gasped with shock and concern but several of her sisters burst into laughter.

She pulled off the helmet and shook her head.

Regular blue came over to help her up. Blue had ears that curved over her head like horns. Similar to the few records of what Prosperan jackals looked like. She seemed to have a calm demeanor.

“You okay, little one?” Pitir asked.

He now had one on his back, one in each arm, another hanging in front of him with her arms around his neck, one a top his shoulders, and another clinging to a leg.

Light blue jumped up and down as she inspected the helmet, brushing off bits of bark. She wasn’t hurt.

Their ears perked up and they all turned to where the Astartes had entered the forest.

Lion El’ Johnson came through with the rest of his sons and the Sons of the Phoenix.

A chorus of “Uncle Lion” rang out from the little ones.

The first Primarch smiled with surprise.

“Why hello,” he greeted. “I didn’t expect to see you out in the open.”

Several of the newly arrived Astartes gasped as they recognized who and what they were seeing.

The shy teal one went running to Lion. He scooped her up as she buried her head into his chest plate.

The dark blue one called out and pointed to Thaedeus. She looked proud.

A Sons of the Phoenix apothecary moved forward to help his fallen comrade.

The newly arrived members moved forward to meet the little ones. Most to where Pitir was as he carried several.

The apothecary remarked, “your wound is healing. I’ve never seen this color on a wound from a Necron before.”

Thaedeus answered, “This little one helped apply first aid and didn’t something to change it to her color.”

The Apothecary looked at the dark blue little one.

“Well done little creature,” the apothecary said to her.

“Emp’rer dammit,” she replied.

Several others repeated the phrase and Thaedeus smacked a hand over his mouth.

Jaws dropped in shock.

“W-what did they say??” The Chaplain of the Sons of the Phoenix stammered.

“Bolter!,” another little one said.

Several more parroted it.

“They don’t know what it means!” Thaedeus said quickly. “I said it in pain and they repeated it.”

Another said a swear in Caliban. Three more declared it.

Pitir piped up, “I didn’t teach them that.”

“I did,” Lion sighed. “I said it once and they repeat it.”

Filled with concern the chaplain held out his silver aquila.

On queue, the little ones did the sign of the Aquila.

“Did you teach them that?” Zabriel asked his Primarch.

Lion shook his head, “No, I didn’t know they knew that.”

The chaplain pointed to the symbol on both his armor and rosary.

“This is the sign of-“ he began.

He was interrupted as several of them exclaimed, “Grandfather!”

The Chaplain stared, “Grandfather? The emperor of mankind?”

He pointed to the symbol again. The closest was the purple one. She pointed at it then back to her.

“Grandfather,” she stated.

“Grandfather,” the chaplain said.

She pointed to it and then to Lion, “Father.”

She repeated it but pointing back to herself, “grandfather.”

One grabbed a stick and began quickly drawing in the dirt.

With odd realism, a quick sketch was done of a man. A crown of light above him, there was no mistaking it. The emperor of mankind, as he was before his interment upon the golden throne.

Lion barely uttered the next sentence but the silence allowed it to be heard by all.

“They’ve met him.”

(Next chapter is coming and I’m working on sketches of the Little Ones)

[plagueplanethq]

The magnificent bastard himself

guy who's full of bugs: you should be full of bugs, its great ☢️☢️☢️ smore 40k stuff, wanted to explore my take on typhus

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[quenthel]

tech priests i drew last week btw

[msflora-lynn]

Putting him back together. Piece by piece.

This is my headcanon about how he was put together (NOT CANON, ENTIRELY IN ME HEAD) while following the broken doll face trend :D

[pirunika]

into warhammer 40k now as a coping mechanism as its one of the rare places worse than turkey ✧*｡