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Trying again using the right button… long day, sorry. Meant to be anon!

Hi there - I have a request for Sanguinius’s crush he rescued from Horus. She sees him as a friend until she watches a livestream of him 1v1’ing a Titan and that makes her horny as hell. He comes in all covered in blood and engine oil and she’s ready to throw herself at him

Part 1, Part 2

Author's note: tehe Relationships: Sanguinus/Fem!Reader Warnings: Blood, Fighting, A bit of lewd because Sang looses control but mostly pining

"...How have you been faring?"

Sanguinius feels as if the words were far too awkward; He wishes to yank them back out of the air, but you don't seem to find them that way. At least not enough for any visible reaction.

"As well as I can be. Given the circumstances."

Circumstances does a significant amount of heavy lifting in that sentence.

The soft overhead lighting gets caught on the dull gold of his armor, no longer as pristine as it once was. He needs to leave soon; But Emperor forbid him he take one moment to remember why any of this matters. It is a bit odd of a feeling being in here in his full plate, a step away from your bed, but it's the only time he could spare.

"You're a strong woman. And this will all pass soon."

You look up at him with a gentler gaze, and Sanguinius so deeply wishes he could be as easily convinced— to lie to himself as easily as he could lie to you. To see he was able to soothe you a bit however is enough. You smile at him.

"Thank you. I never expected to be welcomed anywhere at all," You say, your fingers twiddling with each other. "You and your men have been far too kind."

Thrown out assumed to be a traitor as well, he assumes you had thought would be your fate. Your lord husband betrayed them all, the Imperium, the primarchs, but you don't control him. He cast his lot, left you aside—there was no reason to leave you behind in the wreckage.

Sanguinius had been forced to sit idle by and watch him slowly drift away from you, he knows better than anyone that you harbored none of the same thoughts of betrayal.

Coming closer he chooses to take a partial kneel and move to give you a short embrace before he leaves. He can steal that much, perhaps. You move towards him and the lack of fear in you rushes through him; He remembers so many times where he could smell it rushing off you in waves when Horus would bring you around the other primarchs.

But as he leans in and his hand cups your back his mouth begins to water; Your neck vein pulses in his ears and he can smell the scent wafting off of it, your perfume mixed with your natural smell.

He leans even closer, he wants to kiss it to lick it to bite-

He stiffens as his chin brushed across your neck, across the thin skin protecting your artery. He quickly pulls himself back just a bit. He can see the slight wideness in your eyes as you watched him so suddenly retreat to something much more formal.

"I must leave to join my men. I, wish you well."

How dare Horus throw away a woman as kind as you— as beautiful, as tantalizingly sweet.

The hand that rests at the small of your back slides away, and your arms that had once been attempting to hold him back fell to rest at your sides again.

"I wish I could be of more help to you all."

Perhaps it is a luxury to anyone looking in, but at times you feel like a bird in a cage; Pretty, but usefulness limited and easily discarded. You've muttered it to him before, wracked with guilt.

"I think you underestimate yourself. Your company in these times is something I do not take for granted." He's grown weary these past few months. The feel has and will never fade, but at least he can numb it. "My sons enjoy the company as well. Many of them left serfs behind on Baal."

His sons enjoy the company of baselines at times, even if they've grown a bit suspicious of you. Sanguinius tempers it, but you are still tied to Horus and so the feeling remains. You're understanding of it, but he can tell their sharp words and colder than usual demeanor stings.

Sanguinius pulls away fully and stands upright, trapping you in his shadow for a moment before he steps enough that the dim light bathes you again. His wings shift and ruffle a bit as he adjusts his feathers.

"I will return soon. I promise you."

It felt like a prison at times, being forced to be idle. You couldn't help them— not in any way that mattered, and thus were forced to sit in your helplessness.

Even the serfs had more tasks than you, watching them scurry throughout the halls followed by others rushing to various stations.

Horus had loved to use you to help negotiate planetary surrender— you considered yourself well apt to conversing with nobles and other such. Negotiations were never a consideration here, and you find yourself morbidly snorting at the idea of having to try and talk down your own lord husband.

Your meandering continues until you recognize an area that's familiar to you, a vague memory from when Sanguinius first brought you aboard. Monitoring equipment lined the entire room and circled the middle as well, the operators of said equipment far too busy to notice you. The angel had in passing told you what purpose it served before moving on, but beyond the scurrying of baselines attempting to route communications between multiple squads of Blood Angels, you noticed a flash of white on one of the screens.

An astartes on a vox channel you can hear yells something about Sanguinius having engaged with a Titan. If it is the one you know, that titan is monstrously large and has been wrecking havoc on Terra for days. The astartes have been trying to take it down, but the mechanical monument to human achievement was simply too large.

Sanguinus however seems more than apt to destroy it himself, and you're quickly enthralled by watching him— spear in hand— rip apart the outer armor of the titan as it attempts to stop him. The titan however is simply far too slow for someone as deft as the Angel. Someone rams their shoulder into you as they rush by, but you only stumble a bit and steady yourself, eyes never leaving focus.

He is...

The speed of which he flies through the air, his hair whipping behind him. He's a terror that begins to rip through the Titan at a speed that seems impossible. His sons seem to do a paltry amount of damage in comparison, but no matter how many times he gets shot, hit or stunned, he is healed within moments. He only stumbles a few times when his wings get clipped, but he's steadied again in moments. His sons have completely changed orders to support their primarch, allowing him to expend as much raw power as he can muster to take the titan down.

Within moments Sanguinius has destroyed one of the most powerful Titans even created; A monument torn to shreds. The Angels and Imperial Fists had been at this for days, and one primarch could topple it in less time than it took them to deploy.

With it slowly falling to the ground, the troops supporting the titan begin to scatter and fall to disarray. You don't see Sanguinius anymore, and so you quickly scurry from the massive room of monitoring equipment and towards the main bridge of the ship.

You just... You want to see him.

You know he's alive, but there's a weight in your belly that urges you to find him; The sound of heavier footsteps pricks your ears as you dodge large groups of astartes. They all ignore you, but when Sanguinius approaches alongside a few of his men, he does not.

Blood drips down from his hairline from a wound which surely no longer exists, along with speckles of blood across his skin and armor. Not all of it is his you're sure, and the sharper smell of engine oil and promethium cuts through the iron tang of blood. spatters of oil also mar his tarnished armor, as well as the tips of a chunk of his hair are stained inky black.

You watch him walk by before he catches sight of you— the dark red of his eyes weighs you down like lead. Suddenly you are quite aware of the speed of your own heart, the twisting of your stomach, and the blood pumping in your ears.

Judging by the way Sanguinius looks at you, he is aware as well.

The way he looks at you sends a primal sort of fear through you and all of the other emotions you're feeling like the tip of a spear.

"I need out of this armor."

His tone is curt and sharp, pushing past his men with a surprising lack of care. You quickly move to shuffle back to your little quarters aboard the Red Tear, and hopefully calm yourself down.

You felt so small there, for a moment. The way his eyes locked onto you when you took a step backward.

At times Sanguinius would joke that as far above baselines as they were the primarchs almost seemed to wrap all the way back around to a sort of beasthood; Horus always found it humorous. But the way your neck stood on end as he watched you... Through the weight of your fogginess was a twinge of fear.

You pull at the collar of your clothes when you return to your quarters, safely in it's nest of what few things you have. You could only bring the things you were wearing when you came aboard The Red Tear, the rest was either already here, or graciously gifted to you by Sanguinius. It provides some comfort, but it's all still foreign.

The door opens. Your head abruptly lifts and watches Sanguinius enter. The doorway is just a bit too small for him, and he's forced to lean just a tad forward to get in. Most of the ship was built with their size in mind, but some places are still low enough to clip his head or the elbow of his wings.

He's wearing the informal garb he would normally sport when unarmored around only his men. Still ornate with Blood Angel imagery, but far less opulent than something he would have on Terra during one of the many meetings or parties you had glimpsed him attending.

You look up at him, eyes wide as he barely lets the door close before he speaks. His voice is sharp, like he's forcing it through his teeth.

"You will be the death of me."

You had so many words you wanted to utter, but you weren't able to say anything of them before Sanguinius- more like a predator than a primarch- descends upon you and traps your lips against his. He has to cup your jawline with his hands to keep you from trying to get away, still confused and fearful from how fast he moved towards you. Strands of golden hair brush against your cheeks, and when he pulls away, any portion of your vision not of Sanguinius' face is of pure white feathers. Your lips hurt, your jaw hurts from the grip of his hands, your heart feels like it's about to hammer out of your chest.

"The death of you?"

Your words are almost breathless, and the Angel's intensity almost pins you to the floor. Instead however, he simply pins you to your own oversized bed. The flight in you has since vanished, and you're now stuck frozen in place beneath him. There's a slight red flush to the skin of his face, and though he talks in what to him seems like a whisper, a primarch's voice is so naturally loud he still sounds normal speaking volume.

"Do you know how long I watched Horus neglect you? Throw away someone willing to love one of us? I had to watch him for months have something none of us ever could and then toss it away."

You're so distracted by his words you barely notice when you back hits the blankets, how his body cages you and his wings droop downward. His hands have left your jawline leaving only a throbbing ache, and instead hold him up as he knees the edge of the bed and hovers over top of you.

"I was content to just have you here and safe, and I had hoped it would stay that way," His hands feel so heavy on your body. "But each day I wanted more."

"My hunger truly never does cease."

You don't know what he means, why he mutters it to himself more so than you, but you don't care enough to think about more than the way his lips brush across your own- how soft they feel. He holds you like glass, but there's a ferocity in the way he kisses you that you feel like wine in a cup he's going to drink until there's nothing left.

"Primarch...?"

You gasp; You recognize that voice and so does Sanguinius.

Raldoron enters with no qualms about announcing himself and Sanguinius is quick to pull away and pull you up sitting, giving a somewhat respectable distance between the two of you; However the dishevelment of your clothes still makes things fairly obvious, Even to Raldoron.

He stands firm and aloof, eyes firmly set on his primarch and not budging other than once to glance at you. You were glad it was only once, by the way his attention feels.

Raldoron had made his displeasure about your presence well known, and multiple times. He could maintain the most cordial behavior around his primarch, but there was a tension beneath his surface that you were far from apt to deal with.

"You are needed on the bridge." His tone is curt, and only moves to leave when it's clear Sanguinius is going to follow.

Sanguinius rubs his nose, taking a heavy breath before leaving you with a curt farewell in the presence of his captain. You watch him depart, and there's a feeling of loss at the lack of a proper ending to this all.

The silence in the halls however as the primarch and Raldoron return to the bridge is, awkward, for Sanguinius; As well as frustrating. His body is tense like a rope towing in a ship. It frays a bit when the astartes speaks up beside him.

"My lord, I have concerns about t-"

Raldoron is used to his genefather's increasing aloof behavior, but the speed at which he snips a venomous and curt reply back at him is surprising even to him.

"Quiet."

There's no room for argument on this; Raldron's eyebrows raise in slight surprise before mellowing. He knows that there's some battles that simply aren't worth fighting. There's a few places that even he cannot tread and this seems to now be one of them, whatever brews between his lord and you will be something that remains untouched for the time being. They continue towards the bridge in silence, other than Raldoron's last two words.

"Very well."

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1katestitches · 21 hours ago

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GenAI v. not GenAI round up.

So you can avoid them stealing things from you, the artist/writer, etc.

Pro GenAI websites/Programs:

Facebook

Instagram

X/Twitter (Remember, Grok gives people cancer)

Threads

Pro Writing Aid

Grammarly

Duolingo

Google Docs

Microsoft Word/all Microsoft products Takes from and will feed their machine.

Youtube (taking advantage of people who are hearing impaired. ==;;)

Adobe Products. All of them. If you HAVE to use them (Some businesses require it), save offline because there is a film of at least some privacy protections there, so if you have to sue, you can say it violates US privacy law. Remember, contracts do not circumvent US law.

Corel won't feed the machines, but still uses AI stolen from other artists. Which sucks since Corel Draw is the second best overall for vector programs. (Plus I love Painter, but I bought the offline version to avoid AI). (Canadian company)

Canva Takes and feeds their machine.

Deviant Art Not only supports AI, but put a tool in and said they are going to steal your work if you like it or not for their machine.

Sketchup went Pro-GenAI. The thing is that you can do the same thing in Blender these days with precise measurements.

Autodesk has stated they are Pro-Gen AI here. It is not clear if they will use your models to feed their machine. But be on guard. They make Maya and 3Dmax. You can replace it with Blender.

Neutral ground:

Tumblr (there is a way to opt out [Link] and they don't have an active AI machine.) https://www.tumblr.com/dookins/743519550598987776/heres-how-to-disable-third-parties-like-ai

Etsy allows GenAI, but still has some (minor) restrictions. I'd still be cautious. (Also be cautious of drop shippers). Complaints about too much AI and AI images+patterns made by Ai still exist on the website. They lean slightly more pro-AI, but still won't let it run completely amok, say like Facebook. They won't feed your work into a machine, but also don't ban it through robots.txt.

Bluesky They don't use an AI algorithm except for in the "Discover" section of their website, but while they are anti-GenAI strongly, they don't seem to block the Gen AI bots from entry, so you'd still have to use Nightshade or Glaze (links below). There is no opt-out because they don't need an opt out. (Leaning towards strong position on AI, but I wish they would block GenAI bots).

Searxng- If you super want to screw over Google, in general, and have some tech savvy, you can set up your own search engine through searxng. It's easier on Windows and Linux than it is on a Mac. (Mac you need Docker), but if you're determined on privacy, Searxng adds a layer of privacy. Some of it sometimes uses bits of AI, but most of it doesn't and you can fuss with the settings so it doesn't spit out AI results. At sheer minimum Google will stop spitting out weird videos on Youtube at you because in your private browsing, you searched for the origin of ball bearings while not logged in for a book and Google likes to break privacy laws.

Strong positions against AI:

Scrivener (Creator vowed against AI) Writing program. There is an active forum, and versions for Mac, Linux and PC. It is paid, but at ~60 USD, it's cheaper than most programs. There is usually a holiday sale around Christmas. It has a learning curve, but with an active forum with the programmer of it there to ask obscure questions it's not a dead zone. They often take suggestions and implement them over time. (Especially if you rank the importance, applications, etc) US company.

LibreOffice Open source and free Spreadsheet and Word processor program that can replace Microsoft Word. Some people might have seen older versions where it was called Neo Office (now extinct) and Open Office. LibreOffice is still populated, plus the forums are super helpful if you get stuck. The UX is pretty intuitive if you've used Microsoft Word. Scrivener, BTW, supports exporting to odt (the native file) as well as .doc, and this can open both. The slight thing is that sometimes it doesn't export to .doc smoothly. And I DO wish more magazines, and agent (big clue here) supported .odt files since it is free. Part of the reason .odt isn't as supported is because Microsoft and Adobe have a deal with the devil with each other, so Adobe's Book formatting program InDesign doesn't support ODT. (BTW, if you have a good open source replacement for InDesign that supports ODT, let me know.)

Dabble (as suggested by SF stories, see reblog) is a writing program. Similar to Scrivener. Has vowed against AI and to resist it. 108 dollars a year for Basic. It is almost twice the price of Scrivener who lets you update for fairly cheap. 29 dollars a month, v. 59 dollars for the whole program (Scrivener) for the same features of Premium. You choose.

yWriter is a free Writing program and like Scrivener, and has vowed against AI Last I looked it had some UX issues, but some people swear by it. The learning curve is higher than Scrivener which is saying something.

Ellipsus is an online writing program and vowed against AI. The main feature I like (which Scrivener doesn't have) is the ability to change spellcheck based on region/language. It is a requested feature of Scrivener, but lower priority. So if you have a Brit, you can get the spelling for the character. They are a British-based company.

Cara.app (The creator of the website sued GenAI there is no chance they'll convert) is an artist website. Cara is trying to institute an auto Glaze/Nightshade into the website if given enough funds. People see it as a soft replacement for deviant art. (which went fully AI) If you believe in human art, please donate if you can. Zhang Jingna, the Creator,is Chinese-Singporean. She lives in Singapore.

Clip Studio Paint added AI, but saw the light and decided to protect artists instead because of protest and removed it. There are tutorials and a good forum if you get super stuck. Based in Japan, so the UI and UX is really clean.

Davinci Resolve Pro is a film editing software that's super good. There is a free version and a paid version. The forums are responsive. The programmers aren't always present. There is a healthy group of tutorials. US company. Clean UX. It does take a little bit of time to remember the shortcuts.

Tahoma2D is anti-AI and open source animation program. Takes a little getting used to, but is good for animations and doesn't crash as often as Animate. Programmers are in the forums and some bugs are fixed within hours. The forums are super responsive and helpful.

Krita open source and free, no AI. I'd rank it secondary to Clip Studio Paint (which is paid) I haven't tried the forums, but it's pretty intuitive and can stand for a lower level replacement for Painter, and do a lot of the basics of Photoshop. It's usually ranked higher than the equally open source Gimp.

Writer P AKA Writer+ (app for when you're on the go) is a simple word processor app for your phone that doesn't use AI. The original programmer stopped updating, so Writer+ person took over and isn't out to make a profit since it's free in the spirit of the original app. It has subfolders you can use. Since it was programmed before GenAI it doesn't have AI. Intuitive, easy to use. Fairly easy to upload the files through three dots->share. The files can save to your card or phone with some settings fussing. Simple word processor.

Inkscape is a free vector program and no AI. It is harder to use than illustrator and has less features. But if you're doing smaller vectors for one-offs with less complexity, it'll do you after some learning curve. Best of the lot. I hate Affinity Designer which is the same thing, only paid. (Neither Affinity program was worth the money paid)

Affinity (Designer, etc) swore to be AI-free and does Vector and Photos. The UX is messy, I dislike the program and regret paying for it. Inkscape and Krita are better UX and do the same thing. The forums aren't as friendly since there has been an onslaught of people seeing it's supposed to be a replacement for Photoshop and Illustrator, but the programmers aren't present. The people on the forums are often on edge about this assertion. And the capabilities of the program don't outshine basically Krita or Inkscape capabilities (both free). What is usually intuitive is not. UK company. If you're going to pay for a program, go for Clip Studio Paint which rivals Corel Painter.

Blender is a 3D art program and does not use GenAI. It can do 2D animation, but Tahoma is easier to use in this regard. It's open source and free. Plus there are plenty of tutorials. The forums can be touch and go sometimes, but there are plenty of sub Blender communities that might be responsive. It can also do animation.

Handmade vowed against AI and promised to never sell itself for stock prices to prevent AI (as a replacement for Etsy.)

Proton (to replace Google Suite) as suggested by SF Stories (see reblog) Vowed against AI. They are missing a spreadsheet, but have online and offline capabilities, plus a built-in VPN.

But you need a pro website...

Look up robots.txt and AI bots: https://www.cyberciti.biz/web-developer/block-openai-bard-bing-ai-crawler-bots-using-robots-txt-file/

Use cloudflare:

youtube

Use Nightshade:

https://nightshade.cs.uchicago.edu/whatis.html

which will poison the algorithm

Use Glaze:

Take Away:

The thing is you think you doing it alone will do nothing, but the more AI feeds on itself, AI images, the worse they become, and the less detailed so, denying it the images, adding poison or not being able to read the human text is eventually going to lead to an AI collapse.

And why not help that along?

I don't want to give cancer to poor people [Link] or make the planet burn faster [Link]. So GenAI collapse is everything I dream of. GenAI apocalypse is not.

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