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Taglist

(not an actual master list....this blog is soooo old , i’ll try to make it better in the future)

The monkey prince and the five treasures

My Oc

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Transformers

Slaher

Darksiders

Call of duty

One Piece

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Art

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With this, i can totaly say that NOW you know for what i usually write, draw and other staff. Be free to ask and request!

finally get some courage and decided ot take some commission. For whoever is interested, you can just DM me privately. Traditional works will be shipped, payments method can be arrenged during private conversation.

[omg1wanttidd1es-sb]

We need to bring back Hanahaki Disease

I need to know which of the primarchs (plus Malcador and the Emperor) would accept the risk of having their love unrequited and succumb to the petals and who wouldn't think twice about getting rid of the branches.

I feel like Sanguinius would embrace the petals as an inevitable fate and proof that he was capable of loving. Perturabo would get rid of the branches the very same day because he's not having that, love? Who? (The shame of being rejected would kill him before the branches could do it)

Ferrus I'm torn between him getting rid of the plants immediately or ignoring it until the very last moment because there's no way ferrus manus fell for someone.

Lorgar would turn it into a divine sign both a blessing and a curse, depending on whether the other person returns his love or not. I think he would refuse to get rid of the petals, or it would take a lot of convincing to make him do it.

[tomatojellyfish]

Hello, @omg1wanttidd1es-sb, I'm here to deliver!

Those who will refuse to even face you and opt for the surgical treatments are, of course, A&O, Angron, Perturabo and Ferrus Manus. No, they believe that this is a plague that needs to be removed even before having a slight chance to be with you.

He will try with all his might to turn the feelings into requited ones. Those are: Sanguinius, Fulgrim, Horrus and Vulcan. For they believe that there is still a chance, a choice, a future that the two of you are together.

He will try to pursue you, but should you truly not be amiable to it, he'll let you go and get himself sorted out. Those are Jaghatai Khan, Roboute Guilliman, Rogal Dorn and Leman Russ. For they would love to have you. But if you wish to run free, then so be it.

Both Mortarion and Konrad Curze will opt for surgical treatment, but not before meeting you at least once. They are grim and deterministic, but there is a sliver, a tiny sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe there's something good in this life for them and them alone.

Magnus and Lorgal are their own category because they will simply change your mind. One will use magic, other will use whatever indoctrination technologies on hand are available, but you will be theirs. It is not a choice. It is fate. And it was foretold.

Lion and Corvus are both apprehensive to this. They, on one hand, do not wish to be bothered with feelings and, well, you, on the other, they dream of something soft that could be truly theirs in this galaxy. So it could go either way. My apologies, I know not how to tell you this.

BONUS

With the Emperor of Mankind it's kind of sweet you think you had a choice. He will cough up one petal and the next moment you will be presented with a choice of which wine you want for your wedding. Because you are his now and unless you arrive to this conclusion naturally, you will arrive to this through sheer psychic force.

Malkador is of two minds. On one hand, he wants to be selfish, to have something by his side, or rather someone, and should that someone be you, well, he is amiable to it. On the other hand, if this is during one of Nioh's more wilder phases, he will just get this surgically removed, because honestly, who has the time?

With Erda it's probably the other way around. That woman will never develop feelings unless she's sure that they will be required. So it's most likely you who is piing after her. And let's be kind to ourselves. In this universe, she does chose you.

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Perturabo:*coughing the regrowed petals, literally fuming from his eyes*you...you think i'm pathetic right?! That I am nothing but an hideous creature! I bet you are mocking me! That you think that it suits me!

Reader:...*picking up from the ground one of the thousands of roses he had cough* i thought...that if someone hold such beautifull flowers in him it could mean than he's beautifull as well.

[luzerrante]

ACT IX part 11

A quick update… more cool stuff coming soon. Thanks for your patience.

Today is my birthday and I've been busy all week organizing things… and that's saying something, because until a couple of years ago I never celebrated it.

Thanks to @taryn40k, who helps me with the dialogue translation. Check out his awesome blog and his amazing stories from the 40k universe!

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[mehiwilldoitlater]

The guardsmen on the ship: oh my god they were roomates...

Also

YOU ARE OLDER AND DEEPER IN THE WARHAMMUD!!!

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Leman:*bursisting into his rooms after months of campaign*WIIIFE! I'M HOOOME!!! TIME TO RECLAIM MY HUSBAND'S RI-....

*chambers absolutely empty, bed untouched*

Leman:....where...where did she go?! Y/N?!?! *Start to check everywhere,even in the closets*

Meek and abolutely terrified serf:my...my lord, we've been trying to tell you feom your arrival. Lady Russ had heard went to pay visit to his sister on Prospero...

leman:...she's...she's on.......*realizing that not only he won't copulate tonight, but you'll stink of MAGNUS too.*

[tomatojellyfish]

He will just have to work harder to cover her back in HIS scent

[mehiwilldoitlater]

@tomatojellyfish

You know and I know...

[ilvafrost]

— *yawning* Rogal? What are you reading to her?

— *dead serious* A wall-building manual for toddlers.

— A... a WHAT?!

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Leman:*bursisting into his rooms after months of campaign*WIIIFE! I'M HOOOME!!! TIME TO RECLAIM MY HUSBAND'S RI-....

*chambers absolutely empty, bed untouched*

Leman:....where...where did she go?! Y/N?!?! *Start to check everywhere,even in the closets*

Meek and abolutely terrified serf:my...my lord, we've been trying to tell you feom your arrival. Lady Russ went to pay visit to his sister on Prospero...

leman:...she's...she's on.......*realizing that not only he won't copulate tonight, but you'll stink of MAGNUS too.*

[catabibaz0n]

@aroseinthesand Tumblr decided to eat your ask????? so I’m gonna have to post it like this! I hope you enjoy!!!

Don't mess with the space science wolves!!!They haven't spent centuries perfecting their cultivation of yeast and the creation of various alcohols for nothing... they have found that it is very useful skill in the gene lab, and the thousand sons are now reaping the benefits!!!

Part 1

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Revengefull leman is it good leman

[askmagnus]

Even when I am away, I am always watching you…

[mehiwilldoitlater]

........

Creep

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Here's another fic idea for you, the primarchs going about their daily life with their S/O and all of a sudden their ears pick up the sound of extra heart beats faintly coming from their S/O. Only to find out later that their S/O is pregnant with 1+ children. I personally think triplets would be funny, but you do you homie.

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TW: pregnancy.

Lion El'Johnson : what he catches forst is not the sound, but the smell. Clearly something is off with you, aonprepare yourself to be jousted around like a cat in an exhibition. Once he realize that not only the smell but even the sounds inside of you are odds, he'll take you to his apothecaries. Did he got the fact that you're pregnant? Nope, but surely he'll have an hell of a surprise once he find out. Prepare to be secured and always controlled by the Watchers and his sons, the heirs of the Lion will be safe and sound.

Fulgrim: he was just holding you close after a long campain and then...something....strange...and his blood run cold.

"My dear...when did your cycle was last time?"

He'll faint so hard that his captains will have to take him in his chambers. As soonas he'll wake up the first face he'll see is Julius.

"Oh father, you gave us a shock before!"

"Oh Julius...I had the most strange-"

"The apothecaries said that our Legion mother is almost three month old. Would you like me to ask Fabius for supplements and vitamins?"

HE'll faint again. After the terrible start, he'll rejoice with you and he's already planning the nursery.

Perturabo: He's not stupid, he know exactely what's going on and...he's afraid. He had learn many thing on Olympia and one is that children are never safe untill they cannot defend themself. Hre have no time to spent in celebrating his heirs in your womb, he had to make sure that theyììll be secuitred, protected, ready. A safe nursery, structured to sustain even a nuke, the best of his sons will be chosen to protect his love and his offsprings. Nothing will harm his family.

Only when he know everything is ready and safe he'll allow his ears to finally enjoy those small heartbeat, the small kicks and the sweet and kind caress from your hands against his head.

Jaghatai Khan: H'll stop for a second, wait, listen again...

Wha a delightfull surprise you had gifted him little cloud! And look! Your womb is not just full of one but THREE!

This is perfect! He have plans already! He want to build the perfect Iurta for you, his children and...what? No more horse ride? Not even on his bike?!

The old ladies that had rised him will step in and will scold him, teach him and make sure you're safe and sound, especially with such a reckless husband as yours!

Leman Russ: He'll laugh so hard that the walls are shaking. He'll hold you on his shoulder and parade you like the greatest conquest, showing off the great gift you could ever deliver him! People will joke that his seed was far more than effective, that three children is quite the surprise and he'll just remind everyone that he's now a proud future father of TRIPLETS!

The party will go on for DAYS.

Rogal Dorn: in the moment he can hear those beat he froze. He know what they are and be know what is going on, what you see is now a statue of a man walking at you like creating holes in you with his eyes. He's not angry, he's not scare, he's calculating. He'll immediately task Sigismund to guard you and protect you, because he had big work to do. Nursery? Tes of course, in a new total different bastion in the most secured and protected planet his legion could even posses. The Phalanx is secure, yes, but now is not suitable for this kind of task. A castle will be your new home, for you ,the live of his life, and his children, a nest and a fortress to pretect his most precious treasure in tbe galaxies. When you realize what he's doing you sigh in relief, he's also making several toys, they will love the small wooden seals he's making.

Konrad Curze: his ears are already on your womb, his breath stuck in his lungs. The silence of frightening, his breath deep and shallow, his nails digging innyour soft flesh.

"...what...have I done?"

He think of this as curse for you, tainted tk hold his genes in your delicate and fragile body. You'll have to reassure him that is fine, you want this, and you want this with him, caressing his face and remembering him that this is a gift and not a curse. He want to cry, he's happy, he's scared, he's angry...and he's worried. His sons are not the best in this delicate matters, he'll transform into a feral beast. He'll guard your room days and night, case away whoever roam too close to your chambers, to where he's protecting his light and future. This is right, he said caressing and kissing your belly, this is the right choice.

Sanguinius: he had saw something like this, what he didn't saw was that there was suppose more than one. He cry, he's so happy, butbhe's so damn worried. What if they are like him? What if they hurt even now that they're inside of you? What if something happen to you or to them?

As far as his apothecaries say the pregnancy will be difficult for his genes and yoir baseline body, and the factvthat he's transforming himself into a feral predator is not helping. He'll prepare a nest for you, he'll bring you food and give you all his love and attention. He just want his babies and his live to be okay.

Ferrus manus: he trust his senses, yet he want more confermation. When the apothevary confermed that you were carrying his children, hia blood children, he immediately stated just the obvious for him.

"Gestate pod."

You tryed to convince him that it wasn't necessary, that maybe you would be ablento carry them without worries, but be stay unmoved. It's not that he doesn't trust your flesh, he doesn't trust he genes. He's too much, the fact that you were able yet to be close to him was still a surprise and a mistery to him, but he refused the chamce for you to get hurt by delivering his sons and daughters. He'll stay close to you as much as is needed, he won't leave you, just trust him on this.

Angron: you expect him to scream, to break everything around him, that he will juat start a tantrum that it will need moee rhan Kharn to stop him. Instead his arms collapse down like heavy weights, his gaze stuck on a wall, his mouth half opened. He just freeze.

He cannot process what's happening neither he understand how it could had happen and yet it did. You're carrying his children, his REAL children, not those blood thirsty warrior that claim to be his sons. He can feel them, hear them!

He can feel the deep connection with you, their love and...and he feel their love when hia hand touch you womb. Is too much, too much and too perfect.

He'll send yoi somewhere safe, where he or his men cannot harm you. He'll come back, he want to see what a monster like him can really create, the most precious and sacred miracle he could witness.

Roboute Guilliman: there's thia moment that you fear he may collapse on the groung or just disappear like mist in front of you. Roboute Guilliman is now utterly and absolutely broke . He needs time to process the entire information and, when is settle in stone, he'll start planning.

You're carrying his children, his flesh and blood, and this means that nothing he had predicted for you and him is sufficient enough. He need to recalibrate, fix mistakes, make sure there's no way thing could go wrong.

He will call upon the best midwives and peditrician on Macrage, he will select the sons he found capable enough to protect your and his children lives, a new house, safer, crontolled, everything to make sure his family can come in thos universe safe and sound.

When everything is set, when finally he know everything is back in place, he'll allow himself to listen to those heartbeat and smile.

Mortarion: ....he did what?....he is...you are....you both will be...

Cogs are turning, something is shifting, colors are appearing and the only sounds he can hear are those hearts beats.

And Mortarion, uncaring if everyone is watching, fall down on his knees,hold you close and..cry.

He cry so hard that he had to rip off his breather from his face. He's having children, him, of everyone, he's having a family. He thought he didn't deserved one , that he wasn't even good enough to have you at his side and now this.

He'll do everything in his power to make sure his children,his abbies, came to a world were nothing can harm them. He fear he may not be a good father, yet the fact that he's doubting himself means he's already a step ahead.

Magnus: he knew everything. Even before the hearts could be formed, even before their first beating, even before the bump could start to be showed he knew. Those small sparka like stars inside of you, connected to your soul, he knew what those was and he was thrilled. He wanted to tell you, really!...but then he wondered what if he just allowed you to tell him?

So he did something he had never done before: he shutted up.

He looked with a contented smile, admiring the blissfull ignoprance that you had upon your own body and the change. When you find out but decided still to make a surprise for him and he genuinely loved how much you cared to let him know this incredible news with enthusiasm and joy. He couldn't ruined to you, so he waited for you to tell him, all while he planned to fake his surprise!

Of course while this game of his goes on, he's preparing what must be done. His children will be like him, they'll be wonders and psykers like him! He'll teach them everything, but he needs to prepare them on how hard the mankind can be.

Horus Lupercal: It's an immediate festiovity, the entire Legion, the fleet, each member of that spedition will know what's happening and everyone will joy and take respect.

Horus is having children, the Lupercal is having heirs, more than two!

He's overjoy, he'll spin you in the room even when you still need to figure out what's going on inside of you. His dream is happening, he's having his children, from his own blood and from your womb!

If anyone had ever saw the Warmaster happy, then it was a shadow of the happyness he's feeling now. He have a future, a real one, and it's with his wife and children!

Prepation needs to be made, he have to inform his father that his beloved is carrying his heirs, that the line of the Lupercal will continue on! The Sons of Horus will witness the birth of their princes or princess, they will be their protector and family, that's why now you have two member of the Mournival following you like shadows. If not them, Horus's captains are ready to take their place and make sure that their mother and queen is always protected.

Horus is planning to find a fitting planet for his family, somewhere nice, somewhere good enough.

Lorgar Aurelian: he cry. he start to cry in the instant he realize what's going on and what's happening. He's holding, looking at the sacred image of his father the Emperor, thanking him for this gift. Always so harsh on him, always pictured like the weaker of his brothers, always the least and now this.

Is a sign that he was meant for so much more , that nothing is meant for nothing!

The heir of the Emperor! By him the line of his father the god of mankind will continue! Him, his prophet, had made happen a miracle! And you, a sacred wife and apostle, has been tasked to bring it to the world!

The entire legion will rejoy for the news! New sacred tests will be made top tell the story! Nothing will be forgotten because this is the beginning of a new era! The birth will be witness by everyone, you must agree to this, please!

Vulkan: as soon as he's sure of what's happening inside of you, you're not leaving your chambers at ALL. Nope, no duties for the mothers of his children, nope, you stay in bed! The medicae said you don't need it? Well, it's just for measure then!

Vulkan is ESTATIC! Everyday you get showered in gifts and trinkets of rthe future babies not only by him but by his sons too! Jewels, toys, small clothes, cribs, everything is prepared for thsi beautyfull gift that you are allowing him to have.

His captains are even able to convince him to leave early just to stay close to you, so he can hear those little dragons growing and kicking! He's such a proud dad, he's writing everything and he had brought a pictocamera just for this occasion!

Corvus Corax: he think of a malady, something wrong that may had happen when you visited the cities? Maybe something you ate?

....Oh...oh wait it come from...oh...

Like Fulgrim, instant faint, but no son to hold him, just a loud SPLAT on the ground and a Primarch completely gone from the news.

When he'll woke you are close to him and you apologize, worrying that this may be a mistake, that maybe you're not ready to be parents, that this may be an inconvenience and-he'll sush you out with a kiss.

Is not an inconvenience, is not a burde and is an amazing news! Just...unexpected.

He's not a perfect man, he know that, and he know that these children won't be normal, but they are his own and that's what matter. His sons already love you, this event only will bring them closer and they will literally move the sun and the stars just to make sure their Legion Mother and future sibling are safe. They'll even make small toys and gifts, not good like the one that the sons of Vulkan would do but still good!

Alpharius/Omegon: surprised, they did not think anythig less, yet surprised. They surely did not planned this and it may become a situation in the future.

They will do things you may not like, but they want to keep you out from every dangerous event. Having children mean that they may be open to future attacks and threats, to they'lll act in advance when you're still unaware. That means they'll make their apothecaries transfers the still forming babies in genepods and making them grow away from anyone. No one will know...even you.

Wich kinda hurts.

[hopefully-grimderp]

You know... it makes me wonder...

How many of these men would have stayed loyal if they had the chance and the ability to have children!

Also, how many of these men would turn traitor if they had the chance and the ability to have children!!

AAAAAAH... THE ANGST!!! THE DRAMA!!! THE DIAPERS!!!!!

[beckyninja]

I can imagine Guilliman switching so fully into "preparation mode" that, for a while at least, his wife wonders if he's even happy at the news. She has to grab him and force him to be still and enjoy the moment.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

@beckyninja @hopefully-grimderp

Oh...oh my...oh my

Guilliman forced to sit down on their shared bed

His wife forcing him to put his hand against her belly

And he just...stop...he finally stop...

He's so happy

[hopefully-grimderp]

I finally got done with work today! Thank the Emperor for Wellness days and early clock-outs!

Aaaaanyway... The amazing @bunny-fair had so kindly shared the Picrew she used to make the amazing portraits of her Primarch wives! Check them out HERE and HERE!!

And so, I thought I'd share some for my OC ladies as well... You know, just for shizz and giggles!

Vallabha:

She's inspired by the ancient/medieval Indian princesses/queens and is Cato Sicarius' beloved. This is her dressed in a Talassari Stola for a portrait that Cato requested her to sit for.

Anvitha:

Angorn's consort by means of an arranged marriage and a psyker/healer in her own might.

(This is after she has adopted the colours and dressing style of her husband's Legion). She has a scar on her brow from where she was hit when she first met Angorn. If you know, you know!

Cassia:

The calm but astute remembrancer who ended up capturing the heart of Roboute Guilliman. This is her as she was when Guilliman professed his feelings and intentions to her on the terraces of the Fortress of Hera.

Samira:

The meek and gentle serf who captured the hearts of the Tetrarch or Vespator, Decimus Felix through acts of kindness and care! Just don't ask her about her past!

Noor:

She was a woman of pleasure (SW) who captured the great Angel's heart and ended up becoming his true partner in every aspect of his being. Her story is still in the works... I might let it out into the world some day!

She is not easily impressed and doesn't trust people easily. Bird Boy has quite the uphill struggle getting her to accept him!

I didn't do the other ladies since they're all xReader so, I didn't want to spoil the immersion there!

[mehiwilldoitlater]

OMG NOOR!!!!

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Here's another fic idea for you, the primarchs going about their daily life with their S/O and all of a sudden their ears pick up the sound of extra heart beats faintly coming from their S/O. Only to find out later that their S/O is pregnant with 1+ children. I personally think triplets would be funny, but you do you homie.

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TW: pregnancy.

Lion El'Johnson : what he catches forst is not the sound, but the smell. Clearly something is off with you, aonprepare yourself to be jousted around like a cat in an exhibition. Once he realize that not only the smell but even the sounds inside of you are odds, he'll take you to his apothecaries. Did he got the fact that you're pregnant? Nope, but surely he'll have an hell of a surprise once he find out. Prepare to be secured and always controlled by the Watchers and his sons, the heirs of the Lion will be safe and sound.

Fulgrim: he was just holding you close after a long campain and then...something....strange...and his blood run cold.

"My dear...when did your cycle was last time?"

He'll faint so hard that his captains will have to take him in his chambers. As soonas he'll wake up the first face he'll see is Julius.

"Oh father, you gave us a shock before!"

"Oh Julius...I had the most strange-"

"The apothecaries said that our Legion mother is almost three month old. Would you like me to ask Fabius for supplements and vitamins?"

HE'll faint again. After the terrible start, he'll rejoice with you and he's already planning the nursery.

Perturabo: He's not stupid, he know exactely what's going on and...he's afraid. He had learn many thing on Olympia and one is that children are never safe untill they cannot defend themself. Hre have no time to spent in celebrating his heirs in your womb, he had to make sure that theyììll be secuitred, protected, ready. A safe nursery, structured to sustain even a nuke, the best of his sons will be chosen to protect his love and his offsprings. Nothing will harm his family.

Only when he know everything is ready and safe he'll allow his ears to finally enjoy those small heartbeat, the small kicks and the sweet and kind caress from your hands against his head.

Jaghatai Khan: H'll stop for a second, wait, listen again...

Wha a delightfull surprise you had gifted him little cloud! And look! Your womb is not just full of one but THREE!

This is perfect! He have plans already! He want to build the perfect Iurta for you, his children and...what? No more horse ride? Not even on his bike?!

The old ladies that had rised him will step in and will scold him, teach him and make sure you're safe and sound, especially with such a reckless husband as yours!

Leman Russ: He'll laugh so hard that the walls are shaking. He'll hold you on his shoulder and parade you like the greatest conquest, showing off the great gift you could ever deliver him! People will joke that his seed was far more than effective, that three children is quite the surprise and he'll just remind everyone that he's now a proud future father of TRIPLETS!

The party will go on for DAYS.

Rogal Dorn: in the moment he can hear those beat he froze. He know what they are and be know what is going on, what you see is now a statue of a man walking at you like creating holes in you with his eyes. He's not angry, he's not scare, he's calculating. He'll immediately task Sigismund to guard you and protect you, because he had big work to do. Nursery? Tes of course, in a new total different bastion in the most secured and protected planet his legion could even posses. The Phalanx is secure, yes, but now is not suitable for this kind of task. A castle will be your new home, for you ,the live of his life, and his children, a nest and a fortress to pretect his most precious treasure in tbe galaxies. When you realize what he's doing you sigh in relief, he's also making several toys, they will love the small wooden seals he's making.

Konrad Curze: his ears are already on your womb, his breath stuck in his lungs. The silence of frightening, his breath deep and shallow, his nails digging innyour soft flesh.

"...what...have I done?"

He think of this as curse for you, tainted tk hold his genes in your delicate and fragile body. You'll have to reassure him that is fine, you want this, and you want this with him, caressing his face and remembering him that this is a gift and not a curse. He want to cry, he's happy, he's scared, he's angry...and he's worried. His sons are not the best in this delicate matters, he'll transform into a feral beast. He'll guard your room days and night, case away whoever roam too close to your chambers, to where he's protecting his light and future. This is right, he said caressing and kissing your belly, this is the right choice.

Sanguinius: he had saw something like this, what he didn't saw was that there was suppose more than one. He cry, he's so happy, butbhe's so damn worried. What if they are like him? What if they hurt even now that they're inside of you? What if something happen to you or to them?

As far as his apothecaries say the pregnancy will be difficult for his genes and yoir baseline body, and the factvthat he's transforming himself into a feral predator is not helping. He'll prepare a nest for you, he'll bring you food and give you all his love and attention. He just want his babies and his live to be okay.

Ferrus manus: he trust his senses, yet he want more confermation. When the apothevary confermed that you were carrying his children, hia blood children, he immediately stated just the obvious for him.

"Gestate pod."

You tryed to convince him that it wasn't necessary, that maybe you would be ablento carry them without worries, but be stay unmoved. It's not that he doesn't trust your flesh, he doesn't trust he genes. He's too much, the fact that you were able yet to be close to him was still a surprise and a mistery to him, but he refused the chamce for you to get hurt by delivering his sons and daughters. He'll stay close to you as much as is needed, he won't leave you, just trust him on this.

Angron: you expect him to scream, to break everything around him, that he will juat start a tantrum that it will need moee rhan Kharn to stop him. Instead his arms collapse down like heavy weights, his gaze stuck on a wall, his mouth half opened. He just freeze.

He cannot process what's happening neither he understand how it could had happen and yet it did. You're carrying his children, his REAL children, not those blood thirsty warrior that claim to be his sons. He can feel them, hear them!

He can feel the deep connection with you, their love and...and he feel their love when hia hand touch you womb. Is too much, too much and too perfect.

He'll send yoi somewhere safe, where he or his men cannot harm you. He'll come back, he want to see what a monster like him can really create, the most precious and sacred miracle he could witness.

Roboute Guilliman: there's thia moment that you fear he may collapse on the groung or just disappear like mist in front of you. Roboute Guilliman is now utterly and absolutely broke . He needs time to process the entire information and, when is settle in stone, he'll start planning.

You're carrying his children, his flesh and blood, and this means that nothing he had predicted for you and him is sufficient enough. He need to recalibrate, fix mistakes, make sure there's no way thing could go wrong.

He will call upon the best midwives and peditrician on Macrage, he will select the sons he found capable enough to protect your and his children lives, a new house, safer, crontolled, everything to make sure his family can come in thos universe safe and sound.

When everything is set, when finally he know everything is back in place, he'll allow himself to listen to those heartbeat and smile.

Mortarion: ....he did what?....he is...you are....you both will be...

Cogs are turning, something is shifting, colors are appearing and the only sounds he can hear are those hearts beats.

And Mortarion, uncaring if everyone is watching, fall down on his knees,hold you close and..cry.

He cry so hard that he had to rip off his breather from his face. He's having children, him, of everyone, he's having a family. He thought he didn't deserved one , that he wasn't even good enough to have you at his side and now this.

He'll do everything in his power to make sure his children,his abbies, came to a world were nothing can harm them. He fear he may not be a good father, yet the fact that he's doubting himself means he's already a step ahead.

Magnus: he knew everything. Even before the hearts could be formed, even before their first beating, even before the bump could start to be showed he knew. Those small sparka like stars inside of you, connected to your soul, he knew what those was and he was thrilled. He wanted to tell you, really!...but then he wondered what if he just allowed you to tell him?

So he did something he had never done before: he shutted up.

He looked with a contented smile, admiring the blissfull ignoprance that you had upon your own body and the change. When you find out but decided still to make a surprise for him and he genuinely loved how much you cared to let him know this incredible news with enthusiasm and joy. He couldn't ruined to you, so he waited for you to tell him, all while he planned to fake his surprise!

Of course while this game of his goes on, he's preparing what must be done. His children will be like him, they'll be wonders and psykers like him! He'll teach them everything, but he needs to prepare them on how hard the mankind can be.

Horus Lupercal: It's an immediate festiovity, the entire Legion, the fleet, each member of that spedition will know what's happening and everyone will joy and take respect.

Horus is having children, the Lupercal is having heirs, more than two!

He's overjoy, he'll spin you in the room even when you still need to figure out what's going on inside of you. His dream is happening, he's having his children, from his own blood and from your womb!

If anyone had ever saw the Warmaster happy, then it was a shadow of the happyness he's feeling now. He have a future, a real one, and it's with his wife and children!

Prepation needs to be made, he have to inform his father that his beloved is carrying his heirs, that the line of the Lupercal will continue on! The Sons of Horus will witness the birth of their princes or princess, they will be their protector and family, that's why now you have two member of the Mournival following you like shadows. If not them, Horus's captains are ready to take their place and make sure that their mother and queen is always protected.

Horus is planning to find a fitting planet for his family, somewhere nice, somewhere good enough.

Lorgar Aurelian: he cry. he start to cry in the instant he realize what's going on and what's happening. He's holding, looking at the sacred image of his father the Emperor, thanking him for this gift. Always so harsh on him, always pictured like the weaker of his brothers, always the least and now this.

Is a sign that he was meant for so much more , that nothing is meant for nothing!

The heir of the Emperor! By him the line of his father the god of mankind will continue! Him, his prophet, had made happen a miracle! And you, a sacred wife and apostle, has been tasked to bring it to the world!

The entire legion will rejoy for the news! New sacred tests will be made top tell the story! Nothing will be forgotten because this is the beginning of a new era! The birth will be witness by everyone, you must agree to this, please!

Vulkan: as soon as he's sure of what's happening inside of you, you're not leaving your chambers at ALL. Nope, no duties for the mothers of his children, nope, you stay in bed! The medicae said you don't need it? Well, it's just for measure then!

Vulkan is ESTATIC! Everyday you get showered in gifts and trinkets of rthe future babies not only by him but by his sons too! Jewels, toys, small clothes, cribs, everything is prepared for thsi beautyfull gift that you are allowing him to have.

His captains are even able to convince him to leave early just to stay close to you, so he can hear those little dragons growing and kicking! He's such a proud dad, he's writing everything and he had brought a pictocamera just for this occasion!

Corvus Corax: he think of a malady, something wrong that may had happen when you visited the cities? Maybe something you ate?

....Oh...oh wait it come from...oh...

Like Fulgrim, instant faint, but no son to hold him, just a loud SPLAT on the ground and a Primarch completely gone from the news.

When he'll woke you are close to him and you apologize, worrying that this may be a mistake, that maybe you're not ready to be parents, that this may be an inconvenience and-he'll sush you out with a kiss.

Is not an inconvenience, is not a burde and is an amazing news! Just...unexpected.

He's not a perfect man, he know that, and he know that these children won't be normal, but they are his own and that's what matter. His sons already love you, this event only will bring them closer and they will literally move the sun and the stars just to make sure their Legion Mother and future sibling are safe. They'll even make small toys and gifts, not good like the one that the sons of Vulkan would do but still good!

Alpharius/Omegon: surprised, they did not think anythig less, yet surprised. They surely did not planned this and it may become a situation in the future.

They will do things you may not like, but they want to keep you out from every dangerous event. Having children mean that they may be open to future attacks and threats, to they'lll act in advance when you're still unaware. That means they'll make their apothecaries transfers the still forming babies in genepods and making them grow away from anyone. No one will know...even you.

Wich kinda hurts.

[yagodnyizefir]

Grieving time is officially ended, so you are available, right?

Silly thing with G-man inspired by @tomatojellyfish writing

[mehiwilldoitlater]

GUILLIMAN NO.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Guilliman find out about the "child care" situation in his legion when.

During a visit to one of his chapters, while he was greeted by the member of the ship, a small toddler started to run towards one of his sons, all laughing and screaming a mispronuntien version of his name.

If the primarch was shocked before, he was practically having a panic attack once the toddler, noticing the bigger blue, started crying.

[beckyninja]

Once Guilliman calms down a bit, his sons sheepishly show him the ship's nursery.

Dozens of children playing with their Ultramarine fathers.

Guilliman: "Where did they all come from?!"

Ultramarines: "... would you like to meet our wives?"

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Guiliman:HOW?! I thought you were all sterile?! Ultramarines:...eh....dunno?...

And now Guilliman is surrounded by children and toddler that kept pestering him with questions.

There's also one Ultramarine holding his daughter in a baby sling.

[tomatojellyfish]

He is both baffled and concerned. But once it passes the ship will be getting a new nursery. One that is far more structurally sound.

[hopefully-grimderp]

Guilliman looks around at his gene-sons, with a raised eyebrow.

"Theoretical: you are all meant to never be able to sire children."

A small, shrill but sure voice replies,

"Practical: My Papa can do the impossible because he's that awesome!"

He turns around to find a little girl with two bushy pigtails the colour of midnight glare up at him, her tiny hands propped on her hips as though she is ready to tell the Lord Regent what else her 'Papa' can do.

"And who would your 'Papa' be, little one?"

She sniffs affectedly before looking up to her right where Demetrian Titus, the Warden of Ultramar, Captain of the Second Company, the bane of Tyranids and Daemons alike stands, looking just about ready to disappear through the ship's floor if he could!

[mehiwilldoitlater]

"Once again you are able to surprise me, Titus..."

Said the Lord of Ultramar with a kind of tired voice.

"Now, there are more surprises that I must be informed of?!"

"TWINS BROTHERS!" Shouted Gadriel while entering the room "I'M HAVING TWINS!"

[tomatojellyfish]

Look, the current Ultramarine company is basically building the next Ultramarine company as we speak.

[hopefully-grimderp]

All while poor Cato Sicarius is out there fuming because he's stuck being the good boy next to Daddy dearest, being the Captain of the Victrix Guard! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[mehiwilldoitlater]

@tomatojellyfish There's the fucked up version of the Iron warriors and the quite cute way of the Ultramarines!

@hopefully-grimderp Cato fukong while the kids looking at him and pointing.

"Mister is funny! He looks so grumpy!!!!"

[cunninglinguist-69]

Guilliman will be running numbers and probabilities and will instruct Cato to find a suitable partner in no time, in hopes of it chilling him out. Cato, of course, follows Roboute's instructions.

His future spouse is somehow even more intense than him. Inquisitors fear Spouse. They manage the kitchen inventory and tolerate exactly 0 errors.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

@cunninglinguist-69

OH GOSH THIS IS SO COOL

The two make sure to make tbe healthiest and most FEARSOME baby in the jmperium

THEY HAVE A SERIOUS FACE SINCE IN THE CRIB

[cunninglinguist-69]

Guilliman, already used to his sons’ kids, approaching to congratulate Cato & Spouse on their baby. Baby is old enough to sit and is doing so in Cato's arms.

Guilliman, bending down: and who do we have here?

Baby: 😐 (copycat of Cato's resting bitch face)

Guilliman, slightly concerned: *shakes a rattle toy he brought as a gift* Hello, little one. I am your grandfather!

Baby:

Baby: 😐🤨

Baby: *reaches for the requisition forms and battle plans Guilliman had tucked under his arm instead*

Guilliman: *slightly proud, slightly afraid*

[aggresivemenace]

Omg yesssss i have the same thoughts. Some legions encourage astartes to fall in love and have children - they will fight more fiercely to bring victory to their families. Emperor is far away, and a loving wife and child are right there in his arms - he can't let them down.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Ultramarine are opening to this concept.

Salamanders are already jumping into this news because "OF COURSE IT MAKE us strongers!!!"

Blood angels tend to be more in conteol when they know a child and a wife are waiting for them

[moderatly-fast-chickens-blog]

LET THE FISH WHO THINKS HE KNOWS NO FEAR LOOK WELL UPON MY FACE

[mehiwilldoitlater]

remember that in my crossover thingy, horus is against HIM.

[beckyninja]

Lament's End - Part 12

Pairing: Lamenter x FemReader

Warnings: not much this time, the obligatory reference to Little Cat's past trauma

Description: Taliesin and his Little Cat struggle to maintain distance between them... when circumstances keep pushing them closer.

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You hadn’t meant to cry out. Better to be quiet, always better. To remain unseen, unnoticed. You curled your body into a tight ball, limbs wrapped around your knees and head bowed as your mind slipped back… back….

Do not scream. Do not moan. He… will grow bored of you and leave. The hands will stop. Please, let them stop!

“Little Cat?”

The voice stilled the spiralling of your mind.

You felt cool stone against your back, through the damp canvas of your makeshift poncho. Grass whispered against your bare ankles. Smoke from the crackling campfire tinged each breath of air you sucked into your lungs. In the distance, nighttime insects creaked and chirped amongst the trees..

And you sensed him.

You couldn’t look. Mortification pressed your face further into your bent knees. But his presence loomed large all the same.

Metal groaned. There was a thud and the ground beneath you trembled for a moment.

“Are you in pain?”

His impossibly deep voice was closer to your level now. The concern you heard there sent needles of shame straight through your body. 

I don’t deserve this. I don’t!

You didn’t realize you’d spoken aloud until a low hum resonated through you. It lifted at the end, sounding almost confused.

“Why would you think that?”

Your head lifted. You couldn’t help it.

Firelight danced over Taliesin’s face, painting the ridges of his weathered features in alternating orange and black. He would have looked like one of the stone statues in your village’s small chapel if not for his eyes.

Golden and slightly luminescent, like a predator’s. But carrying none of a predator’s hunger. Only warmth in which you desperately wanted to bask.

“I can’t…,” you breathed, “... I shouldn’t!”

His head tilted slightly, once again reminding you ludicrously of a giant canine. You didn’t know if he intended to shift his great weight forward, but the slight movement made you flinch all the same.

Something in his eyes broke your heart anew.

“I will not hurt you.”

How many times has he told me this?

You looked back down at your knees. “I… I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He was quiet for a long while. You heard his breathing, ponderous and deep. You found yourself trying to match it, your heartbeat slowing, the roar of blood in your ears quieting. Despite everything, the panic guttered as quickly as it had ignited.

Leaving only a soul deep ache.

The words slipped past your lips before you could think to bite them back. “I’m broken. He… broke me. Sometimes… I almost forget. Like at the river. But it comes back.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks.

“It always comes back. I’m not… not strong enough. Not worthy. You shouldn’t… shouldn’t….”

“Stop.”

It was not a rebuke. A sigh like the roll of the tide against a shoreline washed over you. It carried the weary sadness of entire worlds. You shivered, but not because of fear.

Do Angels truly feel so deeply?

The insects continued in the night. The fire kept up its crackling. And tension hung in the air like fog.

“Rest, Little Cat.”

The presence retreated, ground trembling under his footsteps. Somehow the maelstrom of despair in your chest had faded. 

You didn’t know how to describe what remained.

***

Taliesin stood over you in the pale light of dawn. They should have started moving hours ago. The mountains loomed foreboding overhead, and he did not know how treacherous the journey would prove, pass or no pass. Best to get an early start.

But he couldn’t bring himself to wake you.

You lay curled on your side, knees bent to your chest, hands tucked beneath your head. For once, you had not cried out during the night. Your face was smooth and peaceful.

It made something in his chest twist.

You look so young. So innocent.

He frowned as he recalled your words from the night prior. The self-loathing he’d sensed beneath them. He knew that feeling. He deserved it.

Not you.

It was not a sentiment many other Chapters would share. The Salamanders, certainly. He’d heard tell of their compassion toward even the victims of the Archenemy. Most Lamenters had. Chapter lore spoke of the Great Shame of the Badab War, when the two Chapters had found themselves on opposing sides. Veterans of that damned conflict told of the respect between them even then. 

Taliesin had always hoped to encounter the Sons of Vulkan someday.

His eyes slid to your back, the knowledge of that cursed mark eating at him. 

If not the Salamanders… the Blood Angels themselves… or perhaps a particularly understanding Ultramarine…. 

He thought of what would have become of you if you’d encountered the likes of the Black Templars. His fists clenched.

They would have cut you down on sight and called it mercy.

Hadn’t he almost done the same?

As he had the previous night, he sank to one knee next to you. You’d regained some condition in the time since he’d met you. He no longer feared snapping your limbs with a mere touch. Time under this world’s sun had returned color to your formerly translucent skin.

It looks so soft.

He stood with a jerk, jaw clenching.

“Little Cat.”

Your eyelids fluttered.

“Little Cat, awaken.”

They flickered open. He braced for the bolt upright, the instinctual flinch back from his armored form. Instead, you simply blinked up at him. You did not smile. But you did not grimace, either.

He felt some of the tension bleed from his shoulders. “Forgive me. We must go.”

Taliesin’s hands twitched inside his gauntlets as he watched you push yourself upright. “Do your feet yet pain you?”

You took a few, hesitant steps. “Not as much.”

“Good.”

He stepped back.

Distance, Lamenter. Distance.

“There are some rations remaining. Eat.”

As you gnawed on the meal bar and sipped river water he’d made sure to boil over the flames (he’d remembered just in time how sensitive mortal digestive systems could be), Taliesin eyed the forested slope rising steeply above them. No scent of predators or other threats wafted to him on the breeze. The calls of small avian creatures were the only sounds.

He raised his bare face to the sun now peeking its way over the mountains. The warmth pleased him.

“It will be a good day for travelling.”

You sniffed the air. “No rain nearby.”

He arched an eyebrow and you quickly looked away.

“I… I think.”

He wanted to question you. 

On what planet were you born? Was it as… green… as this one? Was the terrain mountainous, forested, both? Did you have family?

A grimace twisted his lips. His desire to hear your soft, sweet voice was entirely selfish. He didn’t deserve it.

Unworthy.

The similarity to your own words last night sparked unease. But now was not the time to dwell upon trivialities. 

“Let us go. Do you require my assistance?”

“No!” 

The sharpness of your reply surprised him. “Very well. Follow… please.”

***

You hadn’t lied about your bandaged feet. Not really. They felt much better than they had the previous day. But as you scrambled up the slope behind your giant protector, you found yourself wishing yourself back in his arms.

Stop it!

Gritting your teeth, you pressed through the steadily increasing ache. You did not deserve his touch, or his pity. So you would learn to do without it.

I was strong once. I can be again.

The thought sent a surge of determination through you. And more than a little fierce glee. He… had kept you weak. Forced you into helplessness and frailty. Every step you took now, every rock over which you scrambled, every steep slope you pulled yourself up by grasping tufts of grass, you did to spite him.

I may be tainted… but I will not lay down and die. 

“I… will… not!”

“Little Cat?”

Ahead, Taliesin had turned toward you. You felt heat flood your face as he looked down on you with that same glaze full of concern.

“I’m… all right.” You panted. 

Again, not exactly a lie. Your lungs burned as they had during your panicked flight from the cannibals. The muscles in your thighs screamed. You gritted your teeth in disgust at your pathetic body. 

“Your cortisol levels are rising.”

You had no idea what that meant.

“I’m fine!” You snapped, then cringed.

Anger is not allowed. Anger brings pain. Oh, Throne! I can’t believe I just-

“Hmm.”

That was all. Taliesin paused atop the slope, eyes scanning the approaching treeline. He didn’t appear the slightest bit annoyed by your outburst.

He wouldn’t be. Not him.

The surety of the thought surprised you. Taliesin wouldn’t punish you for your anger. So you let yourself feel.

“I used to… be able… to do things… like this..” 

You wasted valuable oxygen by talking. But you couldn’t make yourself stop.

“I could climb… without… bleeding.” A tuft of grass loosened in your grasp, and you slid back a few feet. “Argh! I could run… without… falling.”

You slammed your hand against the moist ground. “I wasn’t… useless!”

“I believe you.”

The words made you pause. Taliesin’s golden eyes regarded you, not with pity, but calm assurance.

“Reach up and to your left.”

You did. Your fingers curved around an embedded rock the size of your fist. It didn’t move beneath your weight. 

“Good. Now pull.”

A grunt burst from your chest as you hauled yourself the last few feet up the slope and flopped to the ground at Taliesin’s feet. For the first time, your heart beat like a wild thing from exertion rather than fear. 

Exertion. And pride.

“I did it!” You smiled up at your Giant in Yellow Armor.

“You did.” He smiled back.

You lay there in the grass for a few moments, staring up happily at the Emperor’s Angel. The position felt familiar. Images of that glorious moment by the river flooded your mind.

I wish I could touch him again.

The happiness seeped from you like blood down a drain. Looking away from those beautiful golden eyes, you rolled up onto your knees. Trees, the same as the ones from the forest the two of you had journeyed through days ago, swayed in the breeze just beyond Taliesin. And beyond them….

“Ugh. More climbing.”

You swore you heard the giant chuckle.

***

Taliesin was proud of you. 

It was a new feeling. He’d felt protectiveness over mortals before, often. Fondness as well. 

But pride?

He watched you eye the mountains. You frowned, lips pressed together until they protruded slightly. He remembered seeing a serf woman instruct her young son to aid in removing the gathered refuse from their hab compartment once. The boy had made that exact expression.

Pouting. It’s called pouting.

His own lips twitched in amusement. Guilt followed swiftly.

I should not find enjoyment in your displeasure.

“Do you see the gap in the peaks?”

Your eyes narrowed and you shook your head. He knelt beside you, trying to get as close to your eye level as possible. The restrictions of his armor made it difficult.

“There.” He pointed.

“Oh!” 

“I believe that is the pass. If so, we will not need to scale the peaks.”

Relief flooded your features. He felt the same. Hauling himself alone over the sheer rock walls would be difficult enough. He was no Raven Guard. And he had no means by which to secure you to his body.

The image of you tumbling to your death made something tighten within him. He stood.

“Do you require more water?”

You nodded, and he passed you the canteen he’d filled with purified river water. A few rivulets escaped your lips as you gulped, trickling down over your throat. The sight held an odd fascination. He looked away.

“You have done well this far.”

The color deepened across your cheeks. He’d seen the effect before, usually following something he’d said to you. 

“What is the meaning of that?”

You cocked your head in confusion.

Before he could think better of it, he brushed an armored finger across your reddened skin. “The increased blood flow to your facial dermis. What is its purpose?”

Your eyes widened. The color went from a subtle shift to a far more vibrant tone. Pulling back, you scrambled to your feet, seeming to look anywhere but his face. 

“Forgive me. Have I offended you somehow?”

“N-no… it’s… you shouldn’t….” You pressed your palms to your cheeks, as if hiding. 

The image was oddly adorable.

“It does not cause discomfort?”

You backed up a few steps as you shook your head. “I… I’m fine.”

“Hmm.” 

It seems there is much I still do not know about mortals.

Taliesin watched you turn away and brush nonexistent dirt off your poncho. A familiar melancholy ache pulsed behind his hearts.

I wish… I could learn more of you.

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[mehiwilldoitlater]

THEY ARE BONDING AAAAAAH!!!

Taliesin you are nothing bur a cutie patatine OF COURSE YOU DESERVE HER!

Little cat you're bot impure!!!!! YOU'RE PERFECT!!!!

Also yes...yes...black templars would that...Siegfried sword is called "mercy".

[gh0st-nebulae]

Nurse shark! Uriel Ventris

[mehiwilldoitlater]

IS MY BOY!!!

[gh0st-nebulae]

Thought of a baseline being the big spoon to a primarch and started doodling

[tomatojellyfish]

This makes me feel things...