Fun little project I did of turning Entrapta from the recent-ish She-Ra reboot (which i greatly enjoy and Entrapta's probably my favourite) into a Adeptus Mechanicus Techpriest. Might make a model of her eventually, if I do I'll attach a picture here c:
Also included some bonus colour schemes, which are, in rough order: Mars, Variance (my homebrew), Stygies VIII, her canon outfit colours, and G-4682 (my twin's homebrew)
The Mechanicus fic with the OC: H3X, Late 20s to Early 30s, female, autistic/just something wrong (I'm not trying to offend anyone but since it's warhammer I tend to crank things up to 11 and just with her being a mechanicus her mental illness isn't going to manifest normally so the closest thing she is is some form of autistic)
Also sorry if I use transformer fic terms I didn't wanna make stuff up
blaming @konigsblog & @kneelingshadowsalome & @ghouljams for Yrac because good god when I got home today those three were posting some very thirsty Konig and god I channeled that into this nasty man.
tw: Yandere
91-Yrac sat upon his throne waiting for his underlings to bring in the prize. Oh the former Venatorii, Crimson Guard, had embraced the Dark Mechanicus freeing himself of the veil that was placed over his eyes. He watches the Magos stop for a brief moment seeing the Omnissian axe resting in easy reach of the combat framed Yrac.
The Magos' retinue had been depleted leaving only the non combat frames and was he had theorized was aboard... a savant.
Machine Spirits would bend to Savants so easily... their mastery to simply talk to the machine spirits always meant that they would move high into the ranks of the Machine Cult however... they were easy to corrupt. They could easily become heretcks as they struggled with some of the rules meaning that even the highest ranking Savant Magi had to be monitored.
He stood up when he saw the orange robes in the sea of red with their yellow highlights on their robes verses the whites. He could see how her Mechadendrites were entangled with two other priests flanking her... her caretakers.
Her head whipped over to the machine chanting its litany of errors... and then the next... and then the next... and then the next. Oh Yrac was a cruel man having heard there might be a savant coming he did something that was surely going to get them to pull away from the Magos... it was their fixation to fix. He watched the caretaker's Mechadendrites tighten around her own as hers loosened. He could hear her whines as her fingers pulled on her hood. They were doing their best to soothe the savant.
"Magos." Yrac purred out of his vox.
"Heretck." The Magos spat.
Yrac tsked the magos as he rested his chin in his palm, knowing this conversation was a mere farce to get the savant to separate. He watched as one of his men held a strange servo skull, an equine headed one, he watched her push hard against her caretaker reaching out for what he presumed was hers. Perfect he thought as he continued to verbally spar with the magos.
"Mars will not let this go."
"And tell me what has Mars ever done for me? I was born of the Calixis Sector and the wars of the Spinward! Tell me Magos what has mars done for me?!" Yrac snarled as he let out a pulse from his Potentia Coil causing the mechanics to fail for but a moment.
"H3X STOP." The female caretaker cried as her charge slipped away towards one of the machines. His men stopped the caretaker but let her slip through.
The Magos bellowed in binary but he could tell she wasn't listening anymore, her audiles completely still, as she plugged into the machine and sat down looking at a datapad and was working on fixing the sacred texts. Oh yes he had gone into the texts and changed a few bits that allowed them to work but every few intervals they would release their litanies. The air buzzes around as he keeps them from messaging their charge as Yrac stands to his feet.
"Don't touch her!" The caretakers shriek out trying to push their way past the combat servitors.
Yrac looks down as she slaps the floor a few times before typing again and repeating her habit. He dwarfs the small woman sitting on the floor, her bionics are smooth and pleasing to the eyes and optics... he could feel his mouth opening up. Just one little taste. He thought to himself... he wasn't planning on keeping this one.
She looked up at him as she blinked... normally Savants abhor eye contact so Yrac held his breath. "Your pupil looks like the crude depiction of a heart none mechanicus use to express affection. It's also glowing a pleasing purple color... though I like blue too. I'm going to go fix the next machine."
Yrac let out a delighted trill and he watched her tilt her head, "I like how it glows." Was all she said before pushing past him and going to work on the next machine. Oh by the Omnissiah Yrac felt his heatsinks act up as his vents turned on loudly. The Magos and his retinue looked at Yrac in horror as his single remaining biological eye glowed purple with a glowing bright pink heart shaped pupil.
"H3X! H3X!" The female caretaker shrieked as the little savant wasn't listening and she turned her attention towards Yrac, "DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!"
"Why?" Yrac purred, "You were on your way to Mars... to let her train there and have her be paired off with some dirty old Magos." He hissed before composing himself, "Who wouldn't appreciate how she just wants to help the machine spirits." He cooed looking back at H3X as she finishes her task.
H3X begins to walk back to the group but Yrac intercepts the priestess, "Where are you going?"
"Back with the others. My task is done."
"I can find you more tasks to do."
"Do you have my equine?" She tilts her head as she looks at her feet, her Mechadendrites being picked at by her little fingers.
"You mean this my sweet spark?" He pulls the horse skulled servo skull out from behind his back and watches her just snatch it from him. Nuzzling the bone lovingly, it was easy to tell on the worn part of the skull where that was something common she would do. Yrac reached out feeling himself grow excited and touched the little priestess and that's when the retinue erupted in anger. They could tell of his intentions with the priestess was beyond just corrupting her from the ways of the cult mechanicus.
H3X all but freezes as it's a flurry of buzzing in her ears as binary and gothic assault her ears. It's suddenly very loud for her as she pulls on her hood. Oh Yrac was very excited to help his darling! He plugged himself into her and manually adjusted her sensitivities as well as giving her a deluge of data to just sort through. He glanced over at the female caretaker whom had privately messaged him on how to soothe her... she just wanted what was best for her charge.
Yrac loomed over her, his Mechadendrites against his back to make him look smaller than he was, as he cupped her face providing distracting stimuli... and that tainted little part of him couldn't stop the way he pulled his rebreather away and let his black tongue slip out. How he ran it over her chin and bottom lip as her eyes and optics were zoned out completely focused on sorting the data he provided.
He accepted each packet she sent back. Yrac placed hard kisses against her cheek as his breathing stuttered and ran a tongue against the delicate fin of her audial. She blinks coming back to and looks at him again cocking her head to the side, "Do you like hugs too?"
He nearly moans but swallows the depraved desperate noise, "Y-yes sweet spark I do. You may always request them from me."
"Your mouth is big." She says before her thought process continues, "Do you have grass? I like feeling it between my toes. When I had toes. I wasn't happy when they replaced my legs. I couldn't feel the grass anymore." She babbles softly and he just coos.
"I'm certain we can fix that for you sweet spark. Lets go find you something to fix." He puts a hand on her lower back and guides her before she stops by the door.
"Wait I'm not suppose to leave the Magos and my caretakers." She said looking guilty and he just cooed.
"You'll meet up with them later I have to talk with them for a bit and it will be quite boring... let me make sure you'll have plenty to do." He purred as he led her out of the room. Oh yes he would be a much better partner than some dirty old Magos. 💗
