This blog is for writing down my kinky thoughts. Mostly about Primarch and Astartes. There might be some funny stuff too. English is not my native language, so it will be short. I hope this blog helps me relax and not think about hot giant men 24/7.
I read a lot of great authors, all of whom are wonderful. I'd certainly like one of them to write an actual story based on my fantasies, but I'm too embarrassed to ask them to do so in request. I'm not a writer by any means, I'm just crazy and sometimes horny:)
Due to recent events, I feel I should make something clear. Abominable Intelligence (AI) is forbidden in the Imperium. While I do not intend to unleash the Inquisition onto anyone, I want to reiterate to anyone following me that I will not knowingly reblog AI art or chat logs, or respond to such things being sent into my inbox. These things are not sanctioned by Terra.
i cant believe we went from shipping httyd x rise if the guardians x elsa x brave to ppl telling you you can’t ship two characters from the same show/movie just because they haven’t interacted 😭 we fr went backwards
grumble like an old fandom granny
"Back in my day, there was no such thing. Everybody had all the fun they wanted and listened to "Not Literally - I ship it". What a crazy new generation!"
Friday night was the very godsend for a little relaxation. You're in a bar, you're a little drunk, and you're ovulating. And he's the most handsome guy here, just eye candy.
Very, very dirty dancing, you fucked him in the bathroom, in the parking lot, in the car, took him to your house.
First thing you hear in the morning when you wake up in his arms, “We need to make up a romantic and beautiful story about how we met.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I'm not gonna tell the truth to our grandchildren.”
Everyone and their dog is like "you can't fuck a primarch. Their dick is too big" and occasionally "being pregnant by a primarch would be dangerous the baby would be too big", buddy bad dragon exists and I'm pretty sure people take those vaginally otherwise anal is an option, and primarchs were small as babies so their kids would likely be born normal sized. Not account for my on worldbuilding. No the real issue is toilets. You're gonna have to have two seperate size of toilets. Competitive shitting set up. Part of the world building of you and your husbando running away is gonna have to be them building a toilet. Otherwise the primarch is gonna have to do an awkward squat over a to them kid sized toilet to take a shit or you're gonna fall into the primarch sized toilet like a toddler. And if you have a kid you need 3. You're gonna have three seperate sets of toilets. You're gonna have one giant toilet with like three seperate "seats" like those you get for babies to stop them from falling into the toilet.
Imagine your favorite Primarch succumbing to chaos and slowly but inevitably becoming a twisted demon spawn and there's nothing you can do about it?
Oh, and the soundtrack will be Rammstein - Lügen.
Walking barefoot on the beach for a while
Gazing at the starry night
Lying down in the open countryside
Strolling about in the rain
Listening to classical music
Belonging to you forever
Having many, many children
And loving you forever
You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by bringing a guy to your bed while he's around (bonus if you didn't know the guy was actually his friend, Kyle 👁️👁️)
Could be Price or Ghost, but im committed to them not getting bitches lmao
Johnny is the type of man who would sit you down for a fully prepped powerpoint presentation about how breastmilk has a really high amount of protein, and how he'd need to consume it daily for his own health and muscle growth
Dwindling space marine chapter, who have a small number of warriors, have other ways to get neophytes. Some take the choice to simply not recruit from other planets other than theirs as they want to keep their planetary identity intact, so they have chose recruits through other ways: breeding serfs. Women who are modified to survive daddy space marine and their giant cock:3
Last daughter of Lochos, first wife of Guilliman, eternal mother of Ultramar. part 2
Author's Notes: Buckle up, reader. You're going to die. Heroic and pathos, just the way we like it in Warhammer.
Pairing: Roboute x perpetual!reader but kind of in the background.
Description: It grew out of that little piece. Part One
Warning: main character death, Huge adult men acting like children
Varro tested Titus when you returned. Of course he found no corruption, which reassured him somewhat. Still… Things were tense. Father was inspecting the legion's affairs and you argued with him often. Tigurius was worried, but he could not clearly define the cause of his worry. Apparently his nervousness was becoming apparent to his personal assistant.
“They fight a lot, don't they?”
“What?”
“Forgive me, my lord, for meddling in the wrong business. It's just that a lot of people notice. They fight and that's why you're so nervous?”
Varro sighed.
“Perhaps, I don't know. I can't understand it.”
“It's always hard. My parents got divorced too. They separated, I stayed with my mother, my brother left with my father. I can understand how you feel right now.”
“What?! What divorce?! They're not….”
The girl hurried to reassure him.
“Of course not! I'm sorry, my lord. Of course Lord and Lady Guilliman won't divorce! It's just the period right now. Difficult.”
She hurried away, and Varro still couldn't get her words out of his head. Divorce? No, it couldn't be, they wouldn't dare leave them, leave the legion. Things would get better, they just had to wait it out.
Another work meeting and once again things were heating up.
“What's the protocol for General Assembly?”
“Exercise. Once every hundred years, all orders gather for a drill to defend the worlds of Ultramar. It is written all over it, Robute.”
“I see what it says. You mean once every hundred years the Ultramarines leave the Imperium unaided and gather to play military maneuvers on Ultramar? I don't like it.”
“Protocol has the highest priority, you alone cannot override it. You'll have to bring the matter to a vote in the Senate. And yes, maneuvers are fun and useful, you'll see for yourself soon, the next one starts in about a month.”
“Then I'll talk to the senate. Leaving combat positions for a drill is unacceptable, I think the senate will support me.”
Lady Guilliman looked him in the eye.
“Every hundred years the sons of Ultramar return home. The Legion now has children of senators serving among them. Good luck challenging that protocol. I guarantee the majority will vote against it. Besides, thanks to this protocol, we've been able to repel enemy attacks on the sector in time several times in the past.”
Roboute grinned unhappily.
“You've prepared for everything, haven't you?”
“Honey, you have no idea what a highly motivated person with plenty of time to prepare can do. And I'm just such a person.”
And so it was every time. Even Marneus was nervous, and Tigurius couldn't think of anything but the words of his assistant, “Divorce.” What would that mean for the legion? Would they too have to split up and choose who to stay with? Given the polarly different opinions of Father and Mother about the Legion's tasks, it could lead to a civil war among the brothers.
The thought made him sick, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. If he had to…Marneus would probably stay with his father, and Tigurius would be sorry if he had to stop communicating with him. Varro froze. It wasn't even a question, if he had to he would side with Lady Guilliman without a second thought. But why? He needed to sort himself out and calm down.
Varro reached his room, lit the candles, and sat down in a comfortable position. Closed his eyes. Breathe in and out.
Love for his Father and loyalty to the Legion was the foundation of every Ultramarine, it had been laid down during the training phase. Why then was he able to turn his back on it so easily, even if only in theory? Breathe in and out. This was it! He found the starting point and plunged into the memory.
Little Varro had been carefully preparing. A huge event in his life! Lady Guilliman would be visiting their orphanage today and for his excellent academic performance, Tigurius would be allowed to dine with her at the same table!
It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and Varro was glad that the visit to their orphanage had fallen on his life in it and terribly proud of himself for having earned the right to get to know her better. And very, very excited.
At dinner, though, he plucked up his courage and asked.
“Lady Guilliman, is it true that you are the mother of all the Ultramar astartes?”
“Yes. That's what they call me.”
“No way! You couldn't have given birth to so many children!”
Varro immediately faltered under the teacher's stern gaze, and Lady Guilliman only laughed.
“You're right of course, no woman can give birth to so many. But one doesn't only become a mother by giving birth to children. I become their mother when they pass the trials and join the Legion.”
“And you love them all? Like a real mom?”
“Of course. Every real mom loves all her children, even if there's a whole Legion of them.”
That night he couldn't sleep for a long time. His parents had abandoned him, he didn't even remember them. And while the orphanage was okay and he liked having lots of friends, he missed mother's support. But he's eight now and he's a psyker, kids like that are very rarely adopted and his chances of getting into a family are slim to none.
That very night little Varro Tigurius is determined to become an Astartes. He would pass all the tests and have a loving mom.
Chief Librarian snapped out of his memories. That's where that little spark of unconditional love for the Mother of the Legion came from in him.
And there were many like him. He checked, slowly peering into the souls of his battle brothers, looking for that spark. Nearly half of the ones he had time to examine were orphans, raised in orphanages all over Ultramar. They would follow the Legion Mother because they knew no other mothers, you were the one and only real one.
It was dangerous. If Father and Mother decided to separate, the Legion would split. Tigurius was getting more and more nervous by the day, and he wanted to go to Marneus, tell him everything and together come up with a plan to stop the two of you from getting a divorce. You beat him to it, stopping him at the corridor.
“Varro. You don't look well lately, is something bothering you? Would you like to talk?”
“I'm not…well anyway I have…”
You smiled.
“Come over to my place this afternoon, okay?”
