She/her | 30 Any and all asks about donations will be blocked and reported Asks Are open Artist, writer, and lover of RuneScape, Halo, and Warhammer 40k Also known as Momrad
Hi decided to actually make a masterlist because it's probably for the best.
Things to know: I will write from a mainly female pov/perspective and it will for the most part be monogamous hetro relationships (in the terms of genitals) I won't do fxf or mxm or trans because that's not how I grew up and I'm god awful at writing homosexual sex (genderbend I can do)
Another no: Adultry/cheating/spouse(or partner) thievery
Asks are open
Come buy me a coffee
Number of asks waiting to be answered: 15
My Ao3 (I havent updated a story on there since like 2016 I'm scared to even let ya'll see it but I might post the AU on there)
So I mainly write Halo, Runescape, and Warhammer 40k but here I've only been posting my Warhammer 40k and D&D au
So expect a lot of polls because it helps focus my ADHD ass
Also Fanart is ALWAYS allowed! Just Tag me!
PLACE WHERE YOU CAN ASK TO BE PUT ON TAG LIST
Poll Storage
Pheromone Spray part 2
First Kiss part 3
WIP poll
Help momrad focus on what to write
Ones ready to be typed
Adhd helper poll
WIPs
Fics to Ao3
Stuff that's not on the masterlist will usually be listed with #momrad's drabbles or #momrad's blurbs
Warhammer 40k
The D&D AU
The Yandere Black Templar and Flesh Tearer
The Yandere Space Marine Masterlist
Story Vault until I know where to put these stories/how to categorize them
This is not Canon mini masterlist
Primarchs masterlist
Leandros
Eyes of the Emperor
Alone Together
No Prayer at Midnight
Pretty Derby 40,000
A song in the dark
Across time
Female Primarch Names
Pokemon
A fraction of my love for you
Warhammer 40k & COD
The COD Integration mini-masterlist
Demon Prince/Bloodthirster Graves
The 40k au
How does Horangi spend the thrones? Horangi focused
Lieblings König focused
Spirit Halloween Ghost focused
Hey Kiddo Price focused
Where do babies come from reply
Hail to the King Black Templar König
Everyone is space elves
COD
The mud pit cope fic
Hot Chocolate cope fic König focused
Missing the Bairn cope fic Soap focused
Zombie cope fic Ghost focused
He scares me Nikto focused happens before the Soap one
It's a wonderful life CODHoliday2023 fic angst-comfort Ghost
Age hcs/boys ages
Random romantic thing I wrote
Tanz mit mir Regency Au songfic
Halo
Most of it is on my Ao3
Random
The eventual bringing over that one non con I wrote pending
I have to edit it
The #I wrote something for my tumblr can help too
Sentience base off of lancer but I really just like the Balor
Baby fluff
barn anon/Tales from the Barn/Space Marine Husbandry Sentience
I will rename this when I can sit and think of better titles for them
Space Marine Husbandry Sentience Plot Beats
Space Marine Husbandry Sentience Mini Master List
51 more Space Marine Husbandry Sentience & Tales from the Barn
Hey Look another Space Marine Husbandry Mini Masterlist
(it gets more complicated than this but this is the basics that most people need...also there's an age disparity in that some older people will only use imperial and some younger people have never used things like stones and pounds)
Author’s note: Day 2 of June of Doom! Masterlist here. I hope you enjoy~ Thank you to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for allowing me to use her OC, Zariel
Warnings: threats, coarse language, drowning, cruel remarks, please ask me to tag if I’ve missed something!
"Ah, there you are, little brother. I had wondered where you had gotten off to." A terrible, awful, familiar voice trilled behind Hebe.
Terror, cold and sharp pierced all three of the young hydra's lungs as he slowly turned to face the brother addressing him. He mentally calculated the odds of being able to successfully grox-shit his way out of this. "I. Uhm. Uhh..." He was currently in the guise of one of the many Ultramarine successor chapters "Who... Who are you, battle brother?"
Rahas laughs as he saunters over to him "After the fire that claimed our last base, I was concerned that something might have happened to you and your twin brother, Keme. Neither of you made it to the designated disaster meet up spot, and I was concerned that the two of you might have perished in the fire. It does me good to see you alive, though you are pretending to be a cousin."
"I... I don't... I don't know who either of those people you are referring to are, sir." Hebe lied through his teeth, taking several steps backward, not wanting to turn his back on the wily old bastard. He and Keme had been hesitant to approach the loyalist hydra shoal leader because Rahas was an absolute bastard of a warband leader, and neither of them wanted to be under the thrall of someone like that again.
"Oh, come now. I've taught you how to lie better than that, though the attempt is adorable! Then again, I am rather... Disappointed that you two didn't try to seek out the rest of our shoal. We've been ever so worried about the both of you. You are among the youngest of our group, and there are all sorts of nasty types who would love to be able to torment a couple of baby snakes, or put your infiltration and shapeshifting skills to ill-use." Rahas answered, still smiling that falsely-pleasant smile that never, ever meant anything good to him and his brother.
"Why would I lie to you? If you are a hydra, the suspected hydra of this pace is Apothecary Zariel. You should talk to him if you want to interact with another of the Alpha legion. I am brother Anatas of the -" Hebe tried, still backing up two steps for every one that Rahas took toward him. He really, truly did not want to go back with the bastard, and he knew that Keme felt the same. Hopefully throwing the information about the older loyalist hydra - and the implication that he and Keme were likely under the terrifying apothecary's protection would be enough to get the old bastard to fuck right off again.
Rahas waved a hand and snapped his fingers "No no no. Don't start with this cute attempt at trying to be clandestine, little brother. You are several hundred years too young to try and fool me. I know who and what you are. You were mine the moment you were born, and you will be mine to command until your final breath. Now, when that final breath of yours depends on whether or not you're going to continue to be stupid and unnecessarily rebellious, or if you are going to come home with me. I have several of our brothers looking for Keme, as I know the two of you cannot be separated for too long, nor too far. He can't be that far from here, not with how coherent you are."
The walls were closing in on Hebe, shuddering a little as he suddenly couldn't get enough air into his lungs. There was a crushing, heavy weight on his chest and pinning his feet down in place. It had to be more than fear and the desperate desire to not be, once gain, trapped under the tyrannical thumb of Rahas. The old bastard of a psyker had to be doing something to him. HIs vision swam in and out of focus as dark spots began to dance in his vision. "What... Did you... Do to me?"
He could taste water on his tongue, but his mouth was so dry, the words were lodged in his throat.
Ghostly hands were pinning his wrists behind his back, even as his hands hung loosely by his side.
Intangible fingers were tangled in the hair that he'd grown out to better appear to be a Son of the Thirteenth.
"I haven't done anything to you. Some of our brothers may have found Keme, and are encouraging him to comply and come home. You should too." Rahas purrs, stalking closer to Hebe as he speaks.
The fucker has backed him into a literal and figurative corner. He can't hardly breathe, his body trembling with fear and fury as he once again tastes water on his tongue "And... And if we refuse?"
The smirk on Rahas' face twists to something ugly and haunting "You are mine, you impudent brat. You and Keme both. You were born in the creche that I funded, and it was I who told the apothecaries not to cull the two of you for the fact that your minds and souls did not fully separate while you gestated. It was I who decided that the two of you should become Astartes, rather than stay as the psychic curiosities and experiments that you two could so easily have ended up as."
Hebe felt someone force his head into liquid. He could feel the icy liquid sloshing across his face. He could feel his throat close up as the ghostly sensation of his lungs but not his stilled for a few moments, waiting for the aquatic augments to kick in. They flared and it was all he could do to not start to cough and choke - for while Keme was almost certainly forced into some sort of liquid that he could now breathe in, Hebe was now drowning in air. "Old debts... Do not... Count here on Terra. And we never... Asked to be made... You fucking bastard!" He wheezed, fumbling with his vox and sending an SOS.
He was in the middle of a loyalist base. But Keme... Keme was not. He can only pray to gods who had never cared for their suffering before that they might, might allow them to get out from under the thumb of this wretched bastard. "We left... Because you... Shitter!" Hebe's legs gave out from under him as he slid down the wall, his vision starting to go as dark spots danced in his vision. Better dead than have to suffer under Rahas any longer.
"If you will not obey me, than I have no use for you alive." Rahas growls, looming over him. The fucker kicks him in the side, right between the plates of the scout armor he was wearing, where it would hurt and cause him to wheeze out what little precious oxygen he had left in his lungs. The old bastard was ranting about something, but Hebe was struggling to try to find some way to breathe that wouldn't drown his brother.
He could dimly feel the grip of ghostly hands changing and disappearing briefly, and silently hoped that Keme would be able to get free. Belatedly, Hebe remembered the knife at his side and with great effort, he pulled it out of his belt.
"You were nothing, and you could have been useful to me. But this is what you get for being a disobedient little brat. Perhaps I should let you have a moment to beg for yours and your brother's worthless life." Rahas sneered down at him. "You two have been nearly worthless your whole lives, and will be useful once you die only so that your organs can be harvested to be put to use in more useful ways."
Hebe does not have the strength to get up, so he pushes himself onto his hands and knees, crawling the short distance over to Rahas, silent but for the choking and gasping of his treacherous lungs that burned and his body screamed for air that should help, but Keme being forced under water did not help.
"Oh? Come to beg for mercy by kissing my boots? Perhaps I will spare your miserable, useless lives. You both are pretty and good at distracting others. Particularly with that cute little side business that Keme does. It was making us a good amount of money." Rahas taunts, smirking.
That money should have been Keme's primarily, and some of it his, as he was the one editing the videos and maintaining the equipment and chat during the other's livestreams. But Rahas stole most of the money from them. They'd been in contact with Felix as of a couple of days ago, to try and get something better. Hopefully their chaos cousin would know that them going missing was something that he should investigate.
And that he would be sufficiently moved to do so. He pulled out the knife and Rahas laughed "What do you think that you're going to do with that?"
"I die, you do too." Hebe snarls, using the last of his strength to drive the poisoned blade up into Rahas' thigh. The fucker had decided to drown him in air in civilian clothes, rather than in his armor.
Rahas always did underestimate him and Keme.
The howl of furious pain that left the older hydra as the darkness took Hebe was a thing of beauty, and brought a smile to his face as his body gave out and he collapsed, sending the last of his strength to Keme, who he hoped was able to get free.
My favourite thing about writing the Primarch Family Soap Opera is that they all take turns being the Reasonable One, because they each have one or two different aspects of a reasonable person. Sanguinius is the diplomat in a family that can't go three seconds without a shouting match. Angron correctly vibe-checked the Imperium as High Rider bullshit from day one and refuses to entertain arguments to the contrary. Jaghatai has critical thinking skills and the ability to fact-check information. Curze is genre-aware; he knows exactly where the story is going. Guilliman understands administration. Fulgrim understands logistics. Somewhere in his brain, heavily compartmentalized so he doesn't go completely insane, Corvus understands class theory. Magnus is the old "can I get a waffle? can I please get a waffle?" meme, but for getting psykers and mutants a human right or two. Vulkan really, really wants to be a nice person.
If you merged them all together like Captain Planet, you could probably get a single functional individual out of the lot of them!
Rest in peace, John Blanche. You had a truly monolithic, formative impact on both Warhammer as an IP, and the lives of countless fans and artists around the world.
So this song came to me at work and I listened to it and just it fits him really well. I wish I was any good at animating because I pictured up a full blown story board for this. Ending with him getting stabbed/stabbing the World Guardian with the staff of armadyl.
But also with a lot more stuff of course. Curse me being also very into Warhammer because Mahjarrat are terrifying
🪲🔴=🟩(💢🐀✏️) | I am busy today, so here, have an Orktarion, Lord of Nurglings and Squigs, for your troubles.
Yeah yeah The Button make him even more Green and disgusting, or purple, I can't decide, don't care, because I AIN'T COLORING IT
Necron Horus, Skaven Konrad, Ork Mortarion, what Next?—
The best xenos races to work together in the future grimdarkness, British and French— okay enough. Just Really need dialogue between Skaven and Every Race across the universe.
Drawing orks is hard, They are a whole Other level of beef and jawline I gotta still practice, besides, you can't sexualized a mushroom. They Don't even got hair, let alone balls, so what's the point???? (Let's ignore me sexualizing Necrons all the time) But They do compensate in personality and ✨Waagh✨
These ARE AAAAAA I Think 2250x3000, because he doesn't deserve My usual High resolution, and I Just slaped a big aaaa Jaw, fangs and Horus grade BALDNESS on my Roundtarion design, and like, 10% more muscle,
Legendary fantasy artist John Blanche has died. He is known mostly for his long association with Games Workshop, where he served as art director and created many of the iconic images that shaped the Warhammer and 40K worlds. He was capable of working in diverse styles, but much of his art and his own creative miniature conversions made his name synonymous with the "grimdark" aesthetic, mixing elements of moody gothic architecture and body horror with a limited color palette.
He also contributed to GW's UK edition of Dungeons & Dragons, Fighting Fantasy and Sorcery! books, and other books and album covers. Wombat Games recently published an authorised biography, Blanche: The Rise of Grimdark. A skirmish game, John Blanche's En Garde, is in development with a setting and visual style based on his art.
