Mar 9
Man, some days I wonder why I've hyper fixated on Arthas so hard again, then see a bad ass image and go:
This man whimpers during sex...
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Man, some days I wonder why I've hyper fixated on Arthas so hard again, then see a bad ass image and go:
This man whimpers during sex...
A strange Tithe
When the time of the tithe had come again, Amuun Tychar had not expected to be carted off to the flag ship of another legion, or that they would be joined by the chief librarian Te Kahurangi, who had been cryptically vague in his whispers about their upcoming duties. Even when pressed further he simply quieted after whispering to them in that harsh whisper that they would know in time. That their orders came down from the Shade Lord, Tyberos, himself. Amuun had looked down at his unarmored form and imagined that whatever was to come could not have been a trial of combat. Surely, even with how old and how sparse their gear was they had enough to armor those going into battle. Still he prepared for anything as the drop ship's door hissed open to allow them to leave into the larger ship beyond.
The inside of the ship had been bright and full of colors and sound, not at all the dim, quiet and meditative sort of their battle barge. It pressed on his senses like a physical weight.
He had been silent as his brothers and they were lined up in rows to be looked over by the astartes of the Dawn Seekers. Each in turn chosen by one of the battle sisters of the chapter and led away.
When he had been picked there was a strange tremor in his hearts. She was a towering figure. Heads over him, and even still there was something in the emerald depths of her eyes that seemed to suggest that what she was leading him towards was not in fact any sort of danger. Her fingers had entwined with his as she held his hand, guiding him down halls and towards what appeared to be living quarters. “My name is Violet. I just thought you should know given what you’re here to do.”
The warmth of the expression she gave him after she said that made his icy core feel unusually hot. No woman in his memory had smiled at him like that. Not the serfs who served on the barge and he did not remember his life before his days as a neophyte. This was his first time in the company of a woman who wasn’t a baseline.
“My name is Amuun Tychar.” His voice was rough from disuse, but Violet hadn’t seemed to mind. Once she had stopped and led him into her quarters it became known to him what this tithing would truly intend.
Amuun could never have guessed what was intended for him within those quarters was glorified mating. He still wasn’t sure that he was truly lucid, that this wasn’t some bizarre warp born dream.
His artificially sharpened teeth sank deeper into the flesh of her neck as he rutted his hips into hers. The salty iron of her blood was so hot on his tongue as flickers of memories played in his mind. Her hip raised to meet his and his eyes rolled back into his skull as her fingers pressed him further into her neck, pressing his teeth incrementally deeper, forcing the fresh clots to burst open. Is this what it was like every time to lay with another? Amuun couldn’t think straight. Her warmth was all consuming, distantly his mind thought that his body had not ever been this hot. He drove into that heat, wanting it to fill all of him.
A thumb hooked in the side of his mouth, forcing his jaw down with a gentleness that shook Amuun from his stupor. He released the bloodied flesh and his eyes rolled forward to meet the emerald gaze of his lover. Her hand cupped his cheek and she guided his lips down towards her own. Pressing her mouth to his, he was uncertain what she wanted as he tried to remember what this gesture was for. He fumbled about, matching her motions until it clicked. A kiss, she was kissing him. He still fumbled with the rhythm of the gesture but his understanding made it easier.
“I apologize. I have not done this before, any of it.”
Violet smiled and ran her thumbs over his cheeks. “It is alright, Amuun. You are doing splendidly.”
Her praise stirred something within him and he felt deeply pleased by it. He let his lips fall back to hers as she moved her arms to wrap around his shoulders. Spurred on by the approval he rutted harder and was rewarded with a moan of satisfaction by the large woman beneath him.
His body sang with endorphins, her lips and body melding with his as he bred her. His body knew somehow what it needed to do. Perhaps from her blood, and he rooted himself deep within her as his body reached its peak.
Violet kept kissing him. Her lips sweet as she pressed her tongue into his mouth, he accepted it, learning from her soft caressed how to kiss this deeply.
He desired more, rolling onto his back she mounted him, her hands resting on either side of his head as she gazed down and smiled at the carcharodon.
“You want more?” She asked. He gave her a silent nod, his cock staying as hard as he was willing.
She lowered her weight onto him, letting his cock bury into her depths, he sighed and relaxed.
Violet rode him, her body heat a balm to the coldness of his soul. He’d not known that there were female astartes out among the stars. Her smile and green eyes were like sunbeams shining through the surface to his deep sea. His hips thrust up to meet her descent and she gasped sweetly. She wanted to mark him, to bite a furrow into his neck as deep as he had marked hers. But she could not, she was not to mark or claim him. This was a transaction, and while s pleasurable one, it was still for the benefit of his chapter.
She came on his cock, with a soft moan of his name. He held her down, filling her again. His body shook as his claws raked down her beautiful skin. She would leave this coupling with reminders of it. He would be sure of that.
They spent what felt like the whole day cycle together. And perhaps they had. But he wished for more time. A selfish desire.
There was a knock at the door as he laid there in her arms kissing her and holding her close.
It was time to go. She looked sad for a moment giving him one last kiss. “I will remember this time we shared. Thank you.”
He dressed and left her chambers to rejoin his brothers. Violet sighed as the door shut behind him. “No, no you won’t.”
She laid back on the bed, the burning of the bites and scratches the only sign that a shark had ever swum in her waters.
Amuun was ushered in front of Te’ Kahurangi, freshly cleaned and feeling oddly light. “Have you completed the tithe?” The librarian inquired, Amuun nodded. “I did as instructed.”
“Good.” Te Kahurangi reached out and touched the younger astartes forehead with one long finger. There was a swirl of confusion in his mind and the briefest sense of loss and deja vu. Then nothing. He stood before his chapter chief librarian, cold and having never known the warmth of the sun in his waters.
The primarch herself had seen to it that new armor was loaded with the carcharodons as they departed. Perhaps that was what they had been here for. New armor from another chapter of outcasts.
Still there was an itch in his mind. He shook it away, clearing his mind and returning to the same deep calm that he’d felt before they’d arrived.
What a strange tithing.
Since @goethial has posted this on bluesky for others to see, I shall post it here.
Getting a reference sheet done for my Beast-mourne form of Frostmourne. This here is one of the headsets.
God i love it so much. This is exactly how I pictured it in my head and I just wanna kiss its snoot.
The first Orc Death Knight (aside from nerzhul in the helm) in my AU is an elderly grandmother who died of old age.
Her name is Chakka Wavebreaker. She was a warrior in her own right throughout all the hordes history, drinking the fel blood, battling humans, being locked up in the internment camps, and finally leaving to go with Thrall in the new horde.
She has 7 grandchildren but her son and his wife died after an extended period of left over wounds from hyjal. With no one left to tend to her grandkids, Chakka leaves and goes to Northrend to beseech the Lich King (my Arthas) to raise her into undeath once she passes on naturally so she can take care of her grandchildren, in return once they are old enough she will join his army and fight for him.
My arthas isnt evil, but hes hesitant to do this as at the time undeath and Death Knights were frowned upon and could be seen as him reaching for more power. But he eventually gives in and within a week Chakka dies in her sleep and the king of the damned goes to her and fulfills their deal.
She returns to orgimmar for a bit, before taking the kids north after the cataclysm. There she trains them to become warriors in their own rights and once they're old enough, she joins Arthas's army as a general known by: 'the worn blade', she'll kick your ass and hand you a batch of oatmeal cookies in the same swing of a backhand.
Buff grandma, go!
Thinking about how all elves in warcraft keep giving themselves new names.
Kal'dorei
Sin'dorei
Ren'dorei
Shal'dorei
I can see my arthas rolling his eyes at this and going: "Is this a pass time for elves? New names for the same race because you HAVE to separate your self from something you don't like even though it's just you....but purple...."
Had a dream last night of Canon arthas talking to mine, and going off how Frostmourne was his only lover and just.
My arthas looking over at beast form Frostmourne like:
My Arthas: "I don't want to fuck the blade, lets be real here. And if I wanted to fuck myself, I'd go down to the shop at the end of the block and buy that ice dildo in the window-"
Beast Frostmourne: "*Yeah, you fugly.*"
My Arthas: -tackling the thing and tussling on the ground- "BITCH!???"
Another thing I wanna go off about Broken Arthas is that he HATES Frostmourne, and Frostmourne hates him.
Well, in the beginning at least.
Arthas knew the blade was doing something to him, and when it went to fully claim his soul, he fought back and instead of it eating him, Arthas ate it. (Power wise)
Because of this, the balance tipped from Frostmourne being in charge and leading Arthas around as Ner'zhul's puppet, to Arthas being the one in control and Ner'zhul desperately trying to control him somehow.
There is supposed to be a scene where Frostmourne tries to attack Scillea (once Arthas revives her) and Arthas finally has enough and breaks its will to his own.
Human arthas being unable to keep up with his demi-god girlfriend during training together.
Scillea: "Keep up little princeling!"
Arthas: -facedown on the ground- "Im not a prince- im a sad sad dog!"
Scillea: "If you stop now you won't improve!"
Arthas: -makes sad dog noises-
Scillea: ".....okay well take a 15 minute break."