A Sensual Utopia

A Warhammer 40k blog of Fulgrim, Fallen Primarch. Always open to rp with others and willing to rp when possible. This is, also, a Ask Blog! So have at me when you want to! (( Fair warning can and will get a tad NSFW. Also I know a little bit about this lad and he will be semi-canon/fancanonas I read up on him! ))

[mysillycomics]

Hell Song

[a-book-of-creatures]

Just introduced my fiancee to this masterpiece and watched her expression cycle through all 5 stages of grief in rapid succession

[bogleech]

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

You clearly have not tasted the nectar of the gods themselves: Mango Cider.

...helps to have a sweet tooth, mind.

Oleander told me the same thing. And while I do have a sweet tooth, I'm just not a mango fan. But, Mango does make a fine partner with Passion fruit and other styles of citrus.

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

Doeth thou desireth a snackrifice?

Oh my a little supplicant has entered my boudoir to offer me a snack! How delightful, and yet...how foolish...

-Within a half-blink, the little gray was snatched up, and then eaten slowly. with Vore-ristic intentions.-

[volno]

Turns out that Marazhai's voice actor's( @willvoiceit ) streams have a redeem feature where you can get him to read shitposts. Anyway my cousin showed me a clip and I had to animate it.

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

Passion fruit? I do not trust your tastes. What is that fruit even passionate about? Ruining mangos?

It's passionate about it's taste, how it goes well in smoothies, offers many benefits to the body.

The only thing Mangos offer is passable salsa and even then, it's over rated.

[emblemruins]

Just a reminder.

No.

Kids.

Allowed.

Adult.

Zone.

If you are a child, go away until you grow up. If I find out you're a child you will be blocked.

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

I almost forgot, despicable half-brother, if that son of your legion who looks balder than bald has been collaborating with a certain renegade genetor, I will send the next of your sons that I see to you in a form resembling salsa so you may dip your crisps into him, and then I shall shave the rest of your sons to resemble Bile. With my spear.

I hope your hair dye and bleach get swapped around. Avast and adios you pink scale noodle.

-Oh he LOVED that this was sent just moments after. Now, whatever happens to Lucius, Fulgrim couldn't care. Not an iota. But, it was in that moment he giggled more.-

Oh, is this Alphy? Little Alph-Alpha? Hydra Supreme? Oh me oh my, what a delight! Good to see he still uses only pen and paper! Whelp, time to toss my boys out to cause mischief and mess with Alpha Legion plans!

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

Despicable half-brother. Your attitude makes me want to fill an aqua-santica with water blessed by those imperial cult idiots, or have them bless a silver hair clipper so you may share the haircut of that wretched priest of a half-brother.

If additional cleansing fails, I shall endeavour to take the equipment of the Ordos Malleus and use it to inconvenience you during your preening sessions, as I'm quite sure an accursed mass of warp-stuff such as yourself is readily immune to the machinations of any genetor.

I would say that you are a disappointment to father, but that old bastard lied too much for his opinions to have any worth.

Go eat a Drukhari, I'm sure the cocktail of toxins saturating their blood would be a delight to you, you wretched half-snake.

Unkind regards, I hope caffeine does nothing for you.

-Oh the wicked, girlish giggle that comes from Fulgrim after reading this letter is alluring and chilling at the same time. Oh, the joy of rage baiting a sibling, it's the simple things that keep one sane, so they say. He would enjoy the feelings of rage, disgust, frustration, and annoyance that radiate off of this letter, and then, would sweetly take out a large file, filled with so many other letters and voxes from brothers, sons, and nephews. All with the same vitriol, but all so personal in their writing. He slides it neatly into it's own little section, blowing it a gentle kiss before closing the file cabinet again.-

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

You want questions do you? Okay then.

Best fruit?

Do you like how your patron has shaped your body? Do you wish it could be different?

Least favourite sibling?

Passion Fruit.

I do love how The Prince has shaped me. They have lovely tastes. As for different, no. Why mess with perfection, dear heart?

-REALLY has to think about that last one.-

I have three.

Angron

Perturabo

Robute

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

Oi, what drink do ya like?

-There was something mighty orky about this little gray. He looked more disgusted than usual and would answer the little gray thing before having a few of his Sound Marines turn this gray into vibrational sludge.- Well, if I had to say what I like, when the mood hits me, or it's been a lovely day I like drinking a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

do you moisturize your tail?

Yes! Why would I not? One must always keep one's self in tip-top shape, no matter if you're killing a brother, or just killing it in the bedroom!

[deadlyxgentleman-archive-blog]

This is an open invitation to ask my muse whatever you damned well please.

Inbox is always open and I know someone must hold curiosities.

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

*throws a slice of cheese at your face*

-Opens mouth wide, like snake, and eats the cheese.-

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

Listen here you despicable half-brother, I have, unfortunately, run out of options, and as such, I have a query for you, Primarch.

How do you get blood out of your hair without damaging it? How do you keep it luscious despite getting chunks of other people in it?

With all due respect, which is currently very little you warp tainted hedonist, thanks in advance, ta.

-Fulgrim smiles as he reads this bitterly written letter. He takes a slow sniff. Oh yeah, premium salt and frustration at even asking him for this little favor. Fulgrim took in a long, slow breath and then exhaled, smiling ear to ear. Taking out a pen and writing on the BEST paper, Fulgrim replies and tosses the letter out to the questioner. -

Dear Half-sibling,

Hello, lovely to hear from you! Your mewling request hasn't fallen on deaf ears, so I hope my response doesn't fall on yours. As you know, hair like mine is beautiful. Blood, grime, and other such fluids come off after a time with proper brushing, proper bathing, and a positive attitude. Seeing as you are none of these and have none of them, I'll just quote you with some old media. Darling, you're either perfect, or you're not me!

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

*she looks up at him with a look of shock and awe before her gaze settles into something friendly and warm.*

"Wow... you are quite impressive. Tall, strong, and yet somehow, refined. Do you perhaps have time to talk with a lonely lady such as myself? Care to exchange stories?"

-Fulgrim regarded the small human. His sparkling eyes looked at her with with a playful sidelong glance as he slithered closer to her. Such odd creatures, humans. Most wished to fight him, want him, or wish things of him. And most of those are heavy and passionate. But it's this friendly, gentle glance she gives him. Warm, friendly, and in total disregard of who and what he is. Brazen, ignorant, and perhaps a bit innocent. The smile on his face was a warning of playful impishness, and perhaps more.-

Madame, I always have time to talk with lonely hearts, and stories to share? My dear, I am but a pamphlet. If you want stories, you could ask my brother, Magnus, now he is a teller of tales.

-He said with a rumbling playful chuckle. He chose to down play himself, only so he could embellish more when she "coaxed" more tales out of himself, as to make her stroke his ego though faux humility.-

[ask-the-sensual-primarch]

Runs up to you, hugs, and disappears back into the warp.

-Languidly turns to watch the small grey rush back into the warp. With a soft, velveteen purr of a command, Fulgrim would turn to some of his body guards and demonettes.- Darlings, do Daddy a favor. Bring that one back, I want to coil around it. Perhaps return the hug it gave me ten fold.

[brbmakingmemes-moved]

Our muses are sparring and my muse ends up on top of yours, pinning them down. Send me  ❝ Looks like you won. ❞ for my muse’s reaction.