Ave Imperivm

INDIE WH40K Multimuse as scribed by Ken

[aveimperivm]

HALT IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR! This blog WILL have themes of death, violence, war, torture, body horror, mental health struggles / possible depictions of mental illness and other dark themes! All TWs will be tagged as '[trigger] tw' (without the brackets)! Should you want a post tagged, you are free to ask! All posts will be tagged with 'ask to tag tw'. This blog WILL have NSFW content! All of which shall receive many tags to try to ensure they are caught, as well as a special tag, [not codex approved.] (without the brackets)!

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INDIE, SELECTIVE MULTIMUSE FEATURING CANON-DIVERGENT CHARACTERS and OCs FROM:

WH40K

| DEMETRIAN TITUS. | 2ND PRIMARCH / LEGION. | EMPEROR OF MANKIND. | CONSTANTIN VALDOR. | LUNA WOLF VOLKO. |

Many characters have their own separate verses! all of which will eventually be written under a to-be-added 'verses' tag! for now, feel free to ask me what verses I have! i will happily make many more!

AS SCRIBED BY KEN of @kcnhub.

OC and CROSSOVER FRIENDLY!

fluctuates between low-medium activity!

[vspin]

"The Primarch reborn demands the impossible, but only in death does duty end."

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[ju5t777]

Blueberry boy

A5, ballpoint pen studies, ft lieutenant titus

[aveimperivm]

// thinking about possibly making a post to link on my pinned to give a description of warhammer tbh

// i wanna make sure people have an idea on what im all about!! since i can only imagine it's kinda intimidating to see a blog follow you and you dont know the gist of what's going on or what their deal is!!! though ngl my pinned is already pretty cluttered... maybe i can put it under a read-more or something?

[aveimperivm]

Faith + HC, for Titus?

Send a word and "+ HC" and I will write a headcanon for my muse based on the word(s) sent!

i imagine Titus's relationship with faith is... complicated?

Titus, i believe, venerates the God-Emperor and-- in some way-- worships his primarch, Guilliman. but his faith is not really outwardly shown in grand displays of prayer or prostration. it comes more in either quieter moments in which he tucks away into his chambers and prays in private, or perhaps in far more intense moments in which he is leading the charge and is actively trying to fight against the enemies of the Imperium and conquer in the Emperor's and his Primarch's name.

he is someone KNOWN for his devotion, for him to be incorruptible when in the face of Chaos, and is powerful as a result in his resistance.

but i feel like personally, Titus has many struggles and doubts when it comes to religion and faith. he is devoted to his Primarch, to the Emperor, to the Imperium, to Mankind, but... he's been abused by the Imperium.

not only taking in the fact that Astartes are (usually) children who are taken in to become weapons of war, put through surgeries and the harshest trials to be made into Astartes (and many usually die), facing insurmountable odds, Titus himself was tortured by the Inquisition for accusations of corruption and heresy. he had proven that he was free of corruption and Chaos and proved his loyalty, but he was kept to be tortured for over a hundred years! i feel like that would genuinely change ANYONE'S thought process, let alone for even a few weeks or a month.

so i personally feel that, Titus is very devoted. but he struggles with actual faith ever since the Inquisition. a part of him will get anxious about certain things he does being against the Imperium when he KNOWS it's not the case, when he KNOWS that his unorthodox ways can really help their operations even if for a short amount of time. but what if he's sent back to the Inquisition again? what if he's tortured? what if they do find something, and he didn't know it? is this why people are always so suspicious of him? maybe he cannot be easily corrupted, but i feel like there can be a point where he can see the flaws of the Imperium and be at risk of further dimming his view on what he fights for, especially after everything that's happened to him.

it only gets harder when he is told about leading the Five Hundred Worlds campaign, and Titus believes that the Primarch 'demands the impossible', and seems to hold doubts as he believes Guilliman is fighting for a golden age that will never return-- the Great Crusade era.

but only in death does duty end... but can Titus truly die, when he may have heard the Emperor's voice and was possibly revived by Him, too?

[catchameme]

Send a word and "+ HC" and I will write a headcanon for my muse based on the word(s) sent!

[aveimperivm]

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞ | + titus 🤲

for muses that are getting to know each other.

There was a visible pause in Titus as the Victrix had told him such a thing, though to be honest it may have been Titus was simply taken off-guard at being spoken to when he had been focused on something else.

It was common now, to be told such thing. Many had heard the name of Captain Titus, once 2nd Company Captain before the days of Cato Sicarius, until his sudden disappearance after the tragedy that was Graia-- and then suddenly returning with his records redacted of his Black Shield service as Lieutenant Titus, and now? Once more, Titus was Captain.

Straightening, the Captain adjusted his posture as he turned to face Vannaspar. The Fortress of Hera seemed so alive, humming with choirs from servo-skulls that flitted about and serfs scuttling along to worriedly follow their Astarteian lords and attend to their needs. The winds of Macragge whipped around the rocky mountains outside. Titus had just arrived for an important meeting, one of the last ones he'd receive until he'd inevitably depart for one of his most important missions yet.

The Five Hundred Worlds campaign.

And quite frankly... the Primarch demanded for the impossible, but Titus would not speak of that to one of Lord Guilliman's Honor Guard.

He was unsurprised about Vann having heard of him. Rumors floated about Titus often. Many called him a possible heretic for how often Chaos seemed to meet him, and yet still Titus's devotion never wavered. Of course, there were also his more recent feats and those beginning to bring up his older ones, especially when taking in the concept that Titus had served in the Deathwatch for over a century (though, none knew the true reason, thanks to the Chaplain's removal of such records).

" It is an honor to know that one of our Primarch's Victrix knows of me, " the Captain continued, bringing a gauntlet up and thudding it to his chest. The chains along his arm still clinked lightly over the ceramite.

" is there something that our Primarch needs of me? Or something that you may need of me, lord brother? " He asked then, forcing himself to not be so reluctant about it... but he already had his own concerns about this upcoming Campaign, and Titus needed to rally the Second Company.

[leneemusing]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

[uniiicornsources-old]

Send 🍁 + any question you've been curious to know about my muse

Could be absolutely anything. Don’t be shy!

[aveimperivm]

do you think i'm irredeemable? - titus

MORBID CURIOSITY. - still accepting!

His bandaged fingers curled around the tea cup. His eyes, vacant, stared into it for a long while at that question.

Thrax was dead, he learned. And as he and many of the other Astartes once trapped within stasis were finally allowed to be freed and thus meant to be checked for any corruption or heretical influences, who arrived was a face familiar to Titus. One of the first people to interrogate him under Inquisitor Thrax's watch-- Inquisitor Lamoreaux. A far more pleasant sort, they had been more like... kindred in mind. It became less of an interrogation and more of a dance, weaving against each other's attempts to gauge the other one's motives and plans.

There was none of that here, from the once-Captain of the 2nd Company. No quips, no little jokes, no charm. No sparkle in his eyes, no straightened posture. Only a sort of emptiness that lingered instead.

He debated his answer.

A vengeful, wrathful part within Titus, hateful of everything in the Inquisition-- thinking back to Drogan, to Nemeroth, and then to Thrax, wanted to say, yes. You are. You were a part of this, weren't you? But no-- this wasn't fair. Titus knew that, too, Colette wasn't here for most of what happened, if for any of it at all. She had left just a little before Thrax began his eventual prodding and ripping apart of his mind where he hoped to find any single little trace of doubt or heresy. But there was none. Colette was not a part of the people who did that to him. You are not.

He managed a trembling breath, finally, adjusting the simple robe that was given to him.

" ... no. " His voice was hoarse, a whisper, just barely audible over the sound of Astartes moving about outside, but he spoke honestly even now as he warmed his cold hands against the hot tea cup. " ... you are not, irredeemable, Inquisitor Lamoreaux. " he struggled to find his response now, his eyes flicking up to the ceiling as if he could have the God-Emperor answer for him.

" You... you are not him. Not Thrax. You'll never be Thrax. "

[aveimperivm]

What do you smell and taste like? - Titus.

--

" I... have not had cinnamon, " Titus admitted, " is it... good? "

stolen from: @bretonbookworm

tagging: YOU!!!

[aveimperivm]

// fuuuck the temptation to add a very canon-divergent angron...

// a version of angron where he at least had his nails adjusted (not outright removed since that'd just kill him) so he wasn't a complete fucking ass. was able to think somewhat clearly and not be full-on cruel towards his legion, but still struggling with the wrath of the Butcher's Nails. to be the mirror of Sanguinius's righteous, justified wrath but also his compassion, and where Sanguinius is a bloodthirsty beast putting on the facade of a man, Angron is a man putting on the facade of a bloodthirsty beast from how he was raised

// the vibe that he gets forcibly turned by Khorne during the Siege and the only thing that can save him is Sanguinius mercy-killing him before he can become a slave to someone else

// and the vibe that he knows he is not the favored brother of many (sanguinius favoring horus as an example), but still wanting to do right by them and overcome his own cruel and raging nature induced by the Butcher's Nails and to become something better despite how much he believes he's irredeemable-

[bretonbookworm]

It should have concerned her more than it did, the warm rumble of the voice in her skull. Perhaps if it didn't feel so very akin to a blanket, it would have. As it was, though, Colette found herself more intrigued than worried. Intrigued by many things as he places her down upon an old cot that hadn't felt the weight of a body in some time.

She should hardly be so open with a stranger, one so large and quite so imposing as he. After all, she had known some people for a decade and remained perfectly closed off and unfamiliar in every regard.

But perhaps he had answers.

And she did feel, in the moment, rather like the lady so many forgot she was.

"You may. Thank you." She extended her leg with a wince. Her black boot was laced with a velvet ribbon. The boot in question did seem to be holding the injury in place but it was better, in the long run, to get it off.

Her poor shoe. She'd have to see about getting it fixed. Later. For now?

"Does my hero have a name?"

[aveimperivm]

His massive golden hands came up, pausing over Colette's boot as he noticed the difference in size. His thumb and forefinger came first from both hands, carefully untying the velvet ribbon with the very claw-tips of his bionics. Undoing it with a shocking grace, he was able to loosen it up enough to slowly pull the boot from her foot.

He reached out, tugging open a small drawer and fetching things like gauze, some padding, and the actual splint. With this, he worked to angle her leg to ninety degrees, beginning to measure out her leg as he noted the damage. Right, not too bad, certainly not as bad as she may have thought, he believed, but definitely still would have hurt. But a splint would be good... could help with walking...

After measuring, he began to apply what he could.

" Mm, that depends. " Aurelius hummed, and the once-Warmaster's eyes flicked over Colette, stopping at the Inquisitor's rosette, then up to Colette's face, " Please forgive my hesitance, ma'am, but you are of the Inquisition, no? Of Lord Malcador's domain... but I can only presume such an arrival may not bring good tidings, with how many years it had been since the days of the Crusade... "

A part of the terms of Aurelius's excommunication, the Second recalled his father solemnly telling him, was the utter eradication of any records about Aurelius's Legion, himself, or their existences. His eleventh brother at least had a bit more leeway in comparison, he recalled, merely redacted and censored. But Aurelius? He had been Warmaster, in his day. His transgressions were far too great, especially for a public figure. And so, Aurelius was utterly removed from history. He wasn't sure if most of his brothers even remembered him. Fulgrim did, at least.

" ...so please, again, forgive my hesitance-- I only wish to be safe as the Inquisition's arrival is not the... best of omens. But what are your intentions? " His brow cocked a little now. With this connection through their telepathy (oh how guilty he felt for having barged in without asking! but it wasn't like he could speak verbally, anyway...), Aurelius could try to look for answers, himself, but... that was a rather rude thing, no? To peer into someone's mind, which harbored the most deepest secrets for anyone that was not prepared for any sort of telepathy.

" How do I know you do not have others with you? "

He didn't sense any when he connected to the ship's power source to ask for knowledge from the machine spirits. Nor did he see any larger voidships. But he wouldn't say he knew, not to Colette. Instead, gently ask, pry, the littlest bit.

[ingenieurlumina]

Lumiére didn't have an army, they were trained to fight but it wasn't a proper army. The only thing they had to fight was nevrons on the continent and preparing to fight them wasn't quite the same. Lumiére didn't fight people; it was hard to justify that kind of squabbling when a chunk of your dwindling population dissolved into petals the same day every year. And Gustave certainly didn't know what a super soldier was. Another oddity about the man before him.

Gustave cast a glance in the rough direction of the monolith - even though he couldn't see her here, he could still feel the weight of her presence, growing up in the shadow of the monolith did that to a man. Titus rubbed his temple and Gustave gave an apologetic little smile before he jumped at the thunk of Titus' metal gauntlet against his metal chest piece.

"Oh, uh. You didn't have-" Gustave cut himself off, shaking his head gently, "-thank you Titus. I appreciate it. We appreciate it. We need all the help we can get. We had a much larger group but." Gustave trailed off, clearly bothered by what had happened before he blinked at the question.

"Do? Oh, summon my weapon? Well, we store it inside ourselves." Gustave said, blinking a little bit. He waved his hand, gentle, pulling at the chroma, which swirled around his hand and manifested as his sword, deciding against summoning his gun as well for the moment. "It took a lot of trial and error to be able to do it right, it used to be very painful." He mused as he twisted the sword, turning his hand left to right.

[aveimperivm]

They had a larger group... and with the pause, Titus could only presume one thing-- some of the members, if not many of them, had died. The Astarte finally approached Gustave now, standing next to the man, where his voice softened the smallest bit, " I... am sorry, for your loss. " he said, gently. Already, it was cementing something rather obvious in the Astarte's mind-- he had to help.

But soon his focus came to the odd technique of Gustave's for summoning his weapon. At first, Titus looked horribly stumped at what he said, store it inside... yourself?-- but then, Gustave actually summoned his sword! Demetrian's eyes were quick to widen when he saw the chroma swirling around his hand, and then... manifested as his sword! Titus glanced down to his own chainsword as if he could somehow make a connection, " So it is some sort of... biomancy? Are you a psyker?-- " the thought, at first, almost made him bristle. Titus was tired of psykers with all of his damn encounters with them, but... again, there was no Warp here.

" -- A psyker would be like... a psychic mage, where I am from. But... psykers use a different power source, called the Warp. Not this chroma. So you are... made of chroma? "

So was Gustave even human? Had it been any other situation, Titus would have felt ready to prepare his bolter for firing, as was his duty as an Astarte of the Imperium-- to destroy anything non-human. However... not only was Gustave possibly his only chance to get home, and not only was Gustave not attacking him, he was... friendly? And Throne, was it hard for Titus to find friendly faces anymore.

" I... see... " Titus said, after a moment of processing it, " ... with the lack of the Warp, I can only presume you are not a psyker. Which is a relief. " he couldn't help but say that. Shaking his head, he gestured to before them, " May you lead the way to camp? "

" And perhaps, in turn, I may show you my weapon and how it operates. " he patted at his hip, with the chainsword clanking lightly against his armored leg.

[bretonbookworm]

"Skill issue."

[aveimperivm]

" Excuse my language, Lady Lamoreaux, but what in the Emperor's name is a fucking skill issue? Where do I have an issue in skill in relation to frozen treats? "

[bretonbookworm]

"I prefer blackberry but that's neither here nor there."

[aveimperivm]

Looked up. Deep breath. Exhale. " You did not give such an option, Lady Lamoreaux... "

[aveimperivm]

" Clearly, strawberry is superior. "