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Cosmic.... cosmic you can't keep doing this to me,,,

BIIIG stretch

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Big man.....

a lil wip of those psycher milkers

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PSA

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the actual internet archive staff are pushing for signatures, so i figured i would support. + definitely reblog if you feel so inclined.

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FUCK YEAH IT IS

is the 40k fandom still alive here

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Love me a good take on Morty

I hardly believe television exists in 41st millenium, but what are the prymarchs favorite TV shows? i particurly think Magnus would love CSI and Vulkan would voracioously consume verly sweet soap operas.

Yes yes yes SILLY ASK MOUHAHAHA!!!

I think it wildly vary from planet to planet. Don't they have Holo drama? Didn't Konrad had televisions in everyone's home so they could watch his live flailing???

So, as such!

The primarch and their favorite tv show, 30k pre-heresy style!

Roboute: He watch the very peaceful show about a bunch of guy farming and having Farm Drama somewhere deep in a random segmentum. There's no war and no conflict, but he's DEEPLY invested in knowing who stole Farmer's June prised champion Grox.

Rogal: There is this absolutly factually acurate and very dry tv show that visit the mega structure of the imperium. He watch while nodding approvingly, and occasionally send a message to the local builder about structural flaw he caught on tv.

Corvus: on Kiavahr, there is this weird TV show for kids that is basically a strange 30k rip off of Bill Nye the Science Guy. She love it because it has a weird side character named Mr. Crow Crow, who is a normal human in a shitty foam space marine costume helping to explain how the science help the astartes. It has become a meme in her legions, for when any astarte does something silly.

Leman: actually really like music, and enjoy this surprisingly chill and hyspter show about exploring the sound of the imperium. It's surprisingly deep and relaxing.

Lion: Law And Order: Hives of Terra, running for the 178 season. It is still the exact same structure as our current law and order. Somehow, the "DUN DUN" sound effect survived the age of strife.

Vulkan: oh Nocturne produce the most WHOLESOME love drama between (gasp!) A space marine and a human!! They are on season 13 and they JUST held hands for the first time like, 5 episode ago. In 40k, this show is consider heresy and hunted down by the inquisitions.

Jaghatai: LOVE nature documentary!! And they must be so cool in 30k!!! Giant floating squid around gaz planets, scaly chameleon tigers, carnivorous horses... He does take note of wich planets seem extra cool to visit later.

Ferrus: He REALLY like his weird campy shows. Somehow, some horror franchise have survived to 30k, and he enjoy the 16th Remake of Scream Queen where Ash, Freddy and Michael Myers all show up for a monster brawl. It's extra nonsense.

Sanguinius: "Hi everyone here is Sergent Thunder Megadeath today we are going to KILL. SOME. ORRRRRRKS!!". Watch a horribly MTV style propaganda show where xenos explode like grapes. Eat ice cream directly from the box and is in his pj pants while doing so.

Horus: there is this very mean talk show where the invited people are high ranking member of Terra, and they get into borderline set up debate and more often than not, are humiliated.

Fulgrim: he love creative reality tv, think project runway, inkmaster, Glow up.... He just put it in the background when he's busy tho. The one he does look at more closely is an EC space marine going from chapter to chapter to lovingly engrave space marine armors. He's such a proud dad.

Konrad: actually LOVE children cartoon. The bad guy is punished, the nice people are perfect, everything is good and nothing hurt. He's hunting for the legendary lost media show "My little pony: Frienship is Magic".

Magnus: pretend that he's above such low entertainment as TV, but will gladly watch Perturabo shitty reality tv show. Loose his shit laughing over Ancient Aliens.

Perturabo: He found a vault of og TLC shitty reality tv and hes NOT going back. He has invited Magnus over just so that they could marathon 90 days fiance and scream at the TV. His fav is toddler and tiara tho, Forrix has walked in on him screaming "SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH" at random tv moms multiple time now.

Angron: Galactic equivalent of slow mo guy and those machine press chanel on youtube. It's a big legion party, and they cheers every time something explode.

Lorgar: to everyone surprise... His fav is a baking show. Kinda like the great british bake-off. It's calm and non-stressful and make him forget about all the bad things in the galaxy or his responsability.

Mortarion: very found of Mechanicus romance themed show. They are weirdly charming, and include a tons of cute things like the used of "emoji" and "gifs". Very good humour, once you get over the binary chuckles.

Alpharius Omegon: Animes. Don't ask HOW, but they somehow saved the animes industry. Like their stupid battle shonen.

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Big mood, Zefir; I love your art!

I love sketching Fulgrim then I'm stressed. It doesn't help me, i'm still feeling stressed, but now i'm not alone

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Ooooooo he looks so good

The Great Angel

Art by shimhaq on IG

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Have fun swimming we love you

Putting it out that I’m gonna start disappearing for extended periods of time as I prepare for my journey into the ocean dw about it though I’ll be back I prommy

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These are both beautiful but....... Night Haunter....... 👀💙

Yeah I love the vampire primarchs, what about it? :]

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Major agree on Mortarion

Primarchs based on how well I think they'd do at picking blackberries with me

Disclaimer: I don't know and I don't care how the physics of this works. I'm the right size to pick berries and so are the Primarchs for the purposes of this scenario. Suspend your disbelief as to how/why this is happening and focus on the berries. Platonic content.

Lion: These grew in the forest, he remembers picking them but not in such a focused 'lock in on the berries and throw yourself into the bush' kind of way. Eats a reasonable amount as he picks, contributes about 4 times as much (a good overall amount) to the group hoard of the berries. Will not talk most of the time beyond confirming he is still alive and where within the bush he is. 6/10, we make it work.

??????: Is allergic to both ticks and poison oak, failed to wear shoes and socks as instructed, attacked by both ticks and poison oak. 0/10 disqualified.

Fulgrim: Wears his emergency Chemos work-overalls set and is safe from scratches to his skin. Ties hair back but also makes the disheveling the thorns cause look stylistic and nice. 100% pops an overripe blackberry to give himself 'bloody' lipstick. Engaging in casual blackberry war with Ferrus (throwing overripe berries to each other). Eats a lot, has to be reminded to not grab from the group hoard before the end but does put in a large amount overall. 7/10 he could do this again and we'd have fun.

Perturabo: Bad sport about the whole thing but refuses to leave. Kudos for being obnoxiously stubborn despite crushing most of the berries he could grab out of frustration. Doesn't get the appeal. Annoying to work with but is willing to reach high/lift me up so we can hit the tops of the overgrowths for completionist purposes. Contributes little but good at pointing out weak spots in the ground where it's safe to step to or that should be avoided. Gives his share to his sister. 5/10 should be a three but the lifts are appreciated so plus two.

Jaghatai: Either forced to slow down to dodge thorns or just takes the damage with no regards to the scratches and broken branches. Gets a lot of berries that are almost ripe. Eats about half of them. Throwing ripe berries to Magnus and unripe ones at Mortarion. Steals the cup he's using for harvest. 6/10 docking one point for cup theft.

Leman: Might show up mostly/entirely naked. Has to be persuaded to put on shoes, socks, and at least underwear of some sorts so I don't have to worry about us getting kicked out/trying to pull a tick off of the Primarch/if he steps in poison oak and is a giant bitch about it. Blackberries don't grow on Fenris but he's excited and they taste good. Charging through the bushes like they mean nothing to him. He's a bloodhoud for the damn things, no matter their density or visibility. Eats any that smell 'off' once told that the majority ought to go to the group hoard. 7/10 once the issue of clothing is settled, 4/10 before that.

Rogal: Very slow and methodical about this, but overall bored. Probably leaves early. Eats maybe one berry total and contributes about two cups worth to the group hoard. My only compliment to him is that he wore good boots and socks for this whole thing. 3/10 at least he contributed.

Konrad: Not picking very many berries between crushing them and trying to bite them off of the bush. His hands are stained bright red and he thinks it's fun. Probably not getting a lot of ripe ones, but still having an ok-ish time. Mort gives him a cup of the good ones at the end. Neither contributed to the group hoard nor took from it significantly. 5/10 he's bad at this but he might have a bit of fun without violence and we'll count that as a major win.

Sanguinius: Those wings are not letting him move around beyond the perimeter lol. Might be enlisted to airlift either myself or another Primarch by the ankle and so we can dangle upside down and harvest from the field centers and the tops of the bushes that are inaccessible by most other means. (Note: If he drops whichever Primarch he happens to be holding at the time, all present will learn some wonderful new curse words in said Primarch's native tongue.) 4/10 as a picker due to limited mobility, 8/10 overall for airlifting and being a good sport.

Ferrus: Metal hands - he's crushing most of the berries he picks until he figures out the right amount of pressure to put there. Might spill out a cup of berries onto the ground on purpose just to be a dick. Least overall amount of scratches. More interested in the berry war with Fulgrim than picking after the first hour. Puts in about three cups to the group hoard. 4/10 docking two points for wasting a cup of berries.

????: Has become one with the bush. Do not disturb him please. 0/10 disqualified but good for him tbh good for him.

Angron: Oddly content with this activity. It's relaxing to have a goal and to eat a good chunk of the blackberries. He eats a good two thirds of what he's harvested but also he's happy and somewhat calmed and still pouring in a good 5, 6 cups into the hoard. Finds the scratch of the thorns a nice distraction from the Nails. 8/10 we don't say more than 2 words the entire time but there's berries and he's not killing so by Angron standards this was a 100/10 time.

Roboute: Was expecting a less 'messy' activity. Wore covering clothing but is clearly uncomfortable in pants. Still gets scratched through them somehow. Trying to act like this is fun but finds himself worse and worse at faking it after the first two times a thorn gouges a more sensitive spot. Contributes a few cups and leaves as quickly as he can. Does not take his share of the group hoard. 3/10 this is less of a judgement of him as a person and more that he's just not great at blackberries.

Mortarion: Having a good time. Sharp stabby plant that isn't lethal and grows damn near anywhere and gives you good berries? He is intrigued and possibly wanting to bring that shit back to Barbarus for civilians. Eats a few but mostly gives to the hoard if the blackberry isn't either collapsing in his hand or unripe. Takes very few breaks, has limited self-preservation beyond wearing shoes and socks as requested so he'll throw himself into the live and dead branches with the same enthusiasm as I do and fewer water breaks, contributes an absurd amount to the group hoard but keeps a cupful to give to Konrad. 9/10 might crack a joke or two if we're out here long enough and he's bringing the berries, docking one point for cup theft again even if it's for altruistic reasons.

Magnus: Either listened to me and tied his hair back or learned his lesson painfully within about 15 minutes. Gains some respect from both the death-world Primarchs by showing up in correct footwear and the equivalent of shorts and a tank top because light flowy draped cloth does not mix well with thorns and brambles. Having a good time. Cheats a little on some of the berries and uses psyker powers to pluck them off so they don't burst. Engaging in joking berry warfare with Jaghatai and sincere berry warfare with Leman. Convinced to levitate me overhead for further reconnaissance and access to the berries growing on unstable terrains. 9/10 I've always wanted to access the hidden berries and we're having a good time.

Horus: Very intense about this as a bonding activity, making light jokes the whole time. Wore shorts and will go to hell before admitting he wishes he'd also worn sunscreen. Not happy about having to give up the fruits of his labors, but placated by his share of the group hoard. Puts in a good five cups and would be down to go back tomorrow. 8/10 if he remembers sunscreen the next day.

Lorgar: Intense about this but pacing himself. Makes this at least partly about either needing to suffer punishment to attain greater rewards or talks about the divinity all around us that creates the beautiful nature we now stand in. Willing to both converse and harvest for hours, only eating the berries if he realized after grabbing it that it isn't good for the group hoard. I won't say we wouldn't get into a theological argument, but the berry-picking goes on the whole time so the hoard is much larger than it would have been otherwise. 9/10 the primary goal is berries and the secondary is weird conversation so he's hitting the bar perfectly if not for the creepy undertones to the religious discussion.

Vulkan: Having an ok time. Keeps squishing the berries and misses the forge, but has to concede it's good to get some fresh air and new experiences now and then. Doesn't mind the scratching that much. Will eat some of the berries, put in a reasonable amount considering that he's having a hard time grabbing them, uses his share of the group hoard to feed friends and animals back home. 5/10 again this isn't a judgement of him as a person, he's just not good at this activity and that's ok.

Corvus: Stealth doesn't help you sneak up on blackberries, and neither do wings. It's outside and it's probably sunny. He's miserable and depressed about the whole thing, but not enough to leave. Contributes minimally to the group hoard but also picked so few of them and ate none so we kinda have to let it go. 3/10 I mostly feel bad for him.

Alphraius Omegon: Having a good time hiding in the bushes. Lie about which one is in which part of the massive blackberry growths. Throwing berries at each other and mostly succeeding at catching/eating them. Most willing to follow my example of 'if you distribute your weight carefully, you can lean on the thorn branches and not die while gaining more reach for berry-picking'. Contribute a reasonable amount for one guy rather than two but fuck it, it's a pretty good amount and at least they both gave me back the cups/foraging containers. 10/10 this is the peak blackberry experience one could ask for, there's berries and mischief.

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A commission of Mortarion resting on Barbarus for @justfreakynothingelse. Thank you!

I loved working on this piece, colors were especially fun to figure out!

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@kit-williams....

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Perturabo and his wife's first night:

tw:lost virginity, blood, not exactely manipulation but it looks like it???

One ancient rule that was still on was the concept that if the marriage was not consummated, it was considered null…unless you're a Primarch. In that case you can go as long as you want; you'll be stuck with your husband until he says so.

This information crushed your hope that you could at least get out from this predicament like you heard from the oldest women when you were young… But it wasn't the case here.

Perurabo was not gentle; he never was since he was a child. His hands could create wonders, but they could also destroy by a mere inch. And yet he had never, not once, dared to cross a line about your first night and his rights as a husband. Firstly because you weren't going anywhere soon, and secondly because he deeply wanted to be special for you as he wanted for himself.

Despite his knowledge—he had read every possible piece of information about sex—he's still quite a virgin, such as yourself. If he wanted to claim you, that would have meant that he would be by you at the same time, something that was profoundly important for him.

So he'll wait, maybe indulge in some fantasies, but he'll do it until you're ready for him.

When it happens, it's hard to say that it was for consent or for love; it's even harder to believe that you did it because you really wanted to or you were just sick of feeling bad for yourself, for the loneliness you felt, for how disconnected you felt from everything and everyone.

His legion despises you; no one needs you here. They always voiced their disgust for someone so weak and fragile, and yet he wants you.

Despite how hard you try to make a wall between the two of you, he still searches, he still creates for your entertainment, and he still reminds you that he wanted you above everyone else. It's a sick motive, but it's the closest way to feel affection, and one night you don't try to get away, you don't make excuses, and you just accept.

His hands are large and warm; his entire frame engulfs you, preparing you for him.

You try to control your voice when his large finger starts to work on your entrance, a last line of defiance against this marriage. Then it gets deeper, rougher, touching a part that you could never reach on your own, and there you voiced how much his touch affected you. You shamefully ground against his arms, avoiding looking at him, at those fiery eyes that made him look more mad than he could usually be.

Not one single part of you was left alone by his hunger and his lips; he had kissed and licked every part of you, especially your breast and chest, claiming your sensitive buds. You were so soft, so little, he coudl easily break your spine, and yet your back arched, trying to get more from him and his lips.

He did not edge you for his own pleasure; he wanted you to come alongside him, with himself deep inside of you in your virgin hole, aching for him and throbbing with desire. When your scared eyes noticed his length, for a second he started to doubt he could fit without breaking you. but seeing those big eyes looking at him full of desire, your body trembling with passion, and your hole literally screaming to be filled…

When he entered, it was a mess. He needed time to adjust, and he feared you had fainted from the pain. Your eyes were wide open, your mouth gasping like a fish, while blood mixed with his precum and your juice started to drip on the white sheets. He moved only when he knew you could take it, that you weren't injured…too much.

Your nails scratched him, and your sobs were stabs in his ears, but he couldn't stop. You were so tight, so warm, so welcoming… Then the sob started to cease, and the moans came back, deeper, huskier, and contorted in pure pleasure and pain.

You saw the bulge in your abdomen, his erection bullying the entrance of your womb like he wanted to change your insides for him, make space for his own pleasure. He lost when you begged him to not stop, when he felt your tiny hands in his cables and your legs holding him close to you. If you did not faint before, you sure would now with the trust he had pounded into you.

When he came, white and red mixed together in a pinky trail of juices and sperm, dripping from your hole when it couldn't be contained and erupted once you were free from his penis.

You whined from the emptiness, and he contemplated the idea of a second round. He desisted, opting to look at your tired form slowly falling into a deep sleep, while his finger caressed your forehead, moving away some hair.

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Gisa oh my god,,, oh man,,, I wan kith

angel by massive attack or whatevaaaa

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Ehehehehehheheehehehheehhee my favorite big man,,,,, *(giggling like an idiot)*

I hc that fulgrim and morty’s hair is the result of the same toxin-processing process. Fulgrim just has every microplastic ever and morty has like a dirty seaglass thing going on. if he ever cleaned up his act he too could be a white-haired anime boy.

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Awe poor thing

Good night, sleep tight 🌙

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My beloved man,,,,

Hey so. Extremely normal question. What does Mortarion's back look like?

(Fun fact: he's canonically been whipped to the bone before)

oh now that is a fun detail