Even when fed I still serve

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[adeptus-gluttire]

Give me a big boi, a right massive lad

[kumratart]

Gettem GETTEM

[adeptus-gluttire]

Oh to be the tiny human advisor sitting on a Primarch's shoulder...

Whispering in their ear and giving them advice on concepts you only vaguely understand. Pissing off royal family's and lords alike.

[adeptus-gluttire]

Do you think wulfen dreadnoughts get zoomies?

[adeptus-gluttire]

How the more agreeable legions would hype up their Primarch's Significant other. Singing your praises, listing your titles one after another going on and on about how you're the mother/co-father of the legion and then some!

And off to the side they're just eating chips and scrolling through a wiki... clearly a gift from the emperor

[adeptus-gluttire]

Fenrisian hospitality

Being the only mortal in a feast hall full of space wolves. Trying to be polite and enjoy the fenrisian cuisine and keep your manners all the while the massive men and women around you celebrate, toast and feast to their hearts's contents.

Plate after plate pushed your way with little choice but to keep eating. The Astrates and battle sisters are your side snatch the majority off of it but that just prompts them to drop more cooked meats and slabs of freshly caught supper down for you to enjoy.

The taste heavenly but very filling, by the end of the night the simple gown or suit you were given for the festivities is ruined and as the hall goes quiet with Mjod guzzling Astrates tapping out one after another falling in heaps on the floor or into their own plates of food. The tiniest being in the room would lay sprawled out mug still in their hand and face still freshly coated in the left overs of their meal. Laying on their back belly up dreaming of the next feast...

[adeptus-gluttire]

If Astrates and the Primarchs were only meant to know war and pain then why pray tell would their hands be so large? If not for holding those closest to them...

[adeptus-gluttire]

Toying with the void

The shutter doors slammed closed behind him as Tyberos entered his personal chambers. While it could be described as minimalist when compared to some of other "elaborate" arrangements his fellow chapter masters enjoyed there was one thing the red wake had that others didn't.

There was a low rumbling sigh as the massive space marine settled into his chair his muscles barely letting go of their tense position after a long bout of hunting in the void. Turning his chair 180°'s he'd let his eyes settle on a vast emptiness contained behind several inches of glass. His blackened eyes scanned the abyss able to pick out imperceptible movements in the water that would take a hundred untrained eyes to even catch the faintest glimpse of.

"There you are..." His voice rattled in his chest having picked out a small shimmer of white amongst the darkness. Pressing a button on his chair a hatch would hiss before a hunk of bloodied meat would drop into the tank and just quickly a pair of multilayered jaws would snap around it tearing and shaking a bite out of it before pulling it off into the void like water.

Tyberos wouldn't call it a pet, it was a sacred treasure from the Carcharodons' homeworld an apex predator thought to have been extinct and largest of its kind. The space marine felt a kinship with it in a way and that was part of the reason he came up with this little game of eye spy. Imagining himself submerged in the cold uncaring waters, his eyes the only thing keeping him from becoming this beasts next meal, not that he had doubts of his strength but from watching this efficient hunter feast it was obvious to him that it would be a close fight.

Of course there was one other thing he enjoyed during this time...

"~THUNK~"

The sound of the beast's snout pressing against the glass enclosure echoed throughout his quarters, even after countless years aboard the vessel it still had not quite grasped the dimensions of its new home. And like he had done countless times before, Tyberos laughed- His body quaking in sharp jerks as he felt air leave his lungs, he had to brace himself on his chair just to keep what was left of his composure as he watched the ancient animal flounder around for a moment before correcting itself. No one would have believed it if they heard it, the jolly belly laugh that shook the entire room, the red wake, slayer of countless traitors and xenos alike surely was above such simple jests... but at the end of the day, he was still a man, and simple pleasures like this weren't entirely lost on him.

[yestheantichrist]

Hilarious. None of us can resist the concept of a Tall Strong Godspouse, it seems

[roroco316]

I've been busy with work so I haven't drawn fanart for a long time. I hope you like it.

[adeptus-gluttire]

I feel like alot of the Primarch's problems could be solved if they had a big belly and soft thighs to bury their face into...