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De Romanus coven Event - SATURNALIA DAY 1

-Myrtle, laurel, ivy -> Marius/Armand

Myrtle:Joy, peace, generosity, justice

Laurel:Wisdom, glory

Ivy:Faithfulness, love

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kill your idols

Art Print!!

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STILL thinking about "The Vampire Lestat" and our young violinist(s)

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Claiming Perfection - Fulgrim X Ferrus Manus

Ferrus guides Fulgrim through their first time.

Mostly just wanted to write something a little on the sweeter side for these two. I hope it turned out.

"How does it feel?" Ferrus played with the jewel topped toy and was rewarded with Fulgrim’s soft whimper.

"Like I'm ready," he insisted, breath hitching.

His Little Bird already looked irresistible from where Ferrus positioned him, bent over, hands on the mattress. Gripping the end of the toy inside him, he began to tease him by moving it up and down slowly. Ferrus had made it specially for Fulgrim himself, purple metal with a bright diamond on the end. The lovely noises that escaped Fulgrim were causing him to stiffen and he gave the plug another deep push for good measure, just to hear more. Both of them were impatient, but Ferrus had wanted to make sure he was ready.

Fulgrim tended to pout and play the brat when he didn’t get his way, so this morning Ferrus had told him if he could keep the toy in all day, he’d get fucked properly for the first time. He’d almost ravaged him right there, watching the perfection that was the Phoenician, bent over and submitting to him, and moaning in wanton lust as Ferrus pushed it inside him.

Night had come and he’d been compliant, his sweet little hole still stuffed. “Are you sure?” He teased him a bit more for good measure, Fulgrim’s facial expressions hidden behind his long platinum hair.

“Do I need to beg?” Already losing his patience. Ferrus was going to have to teach him some discipline, but not tonight. “I want to be yours madly.”

Pulling the toy out and setting inside, Ferrus let the behavior pass and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Then go get yourself ready for me,” andwas rewarded with Fulgrim’s skin flushing a soft pink.

The blushing continued as he kneeled on the bed, contemplating the pile of pillows meant to raise his hips up and give Ferrus the best angle to penetrate him. “C..couldn’t you?”

Ferrus hid a smile at the sudden demure behavior, and shook his head. “You have to show me how bad you want it.”

Really it was a treat for himself, for being so patient on the face of Fulgrim’s constant pushing. But he knew this first time needed to be perfect. One hand reaching to stroke himself, he watched as Fulgrim gingerly began to apply lube to himself. Spreading himself and delicately touching his waiting hole, so wonderfully prepared by the toy. "Ready," he breathed.

Ferrus gently took him and positioned him over the pillows, chin resting in arms. "Comfy," he kissed him deeply, feeling a rush of warmth, and letting their shared passion flow between them. As much as he wanted Fulgrim,he loved him more.

He was answered with a silent nod and Ferrus moved to take a position behind him. Taking the tip of his cock, he teased Fulgrim, rubbing it softly against his entrance and heard him start to pant. As he pushed his way inside the panting shifted to a sharp inhale. "Relax love." The urge to drive in, to be buried deep inside his adored one was nearly overwhelming. Taking a deep calming breath, he eased in, glorying in Fulgrim’s tightness around him. Below him, his brother whimpered and squirmed, and Ferrus knew he was feeling both pain and pleasure as he was filled for the first time. A shockwave of lust coursed through him, knowing he was the first to claim the beautiful Phoenix in this way, but he held still, letting Fulgrim grow used to the feeling of him.

Leaning over, he took Fulgrim’s porcelain like hands in his silver ones, admiring for a moment that even his nail lacquer was perfectly done, and squeezed them softly before planting a kiss on the crown of his head. Then he moved, slowly, letting it build. Below him it was like Fulgrim was discovering a new world of pleasure, little mewling gasps emanating from him every few seconds. Ferrus took his time covering his statuesque back and shoulders with kisses and bite marks, letting every stroke linger until he felt like he might go mad with the desire to violently ravish him.

“More please,” came the plea on shuddering breath as Fulgrim writhed beneath him.

His answer was a forceful thrust burying himself deep. “Careful what you ask for, Little Bird,” he teased as he let his tight control slide and gave into the urge he’d been suppressing.

With every thrust, he claimed Fulgrim as his, every cry of ecstasy was a surrender to him. Ferrus groaned languidly, wanting it to last forever. Fulgrim’s skin was a fetching shade of deepening pink from the exertion and the mingled heat of their bodies, it released something primal in him.

Moving without thinking, he pulled out, to a noise of grief from Fulgrim. He wasn’t done yet though. “Come here,” he ordered, sitting back against the headboard. With just a bit of unsteadiness, the only awkward looking thing he’d probably ever done, Fulgrim was guided into his lap. “Put it inside you.”

There would never be this moment again, as Fulgrim melted into a blushing, stuttering mess. “Go on,” Ferrus urged, holding his waist. Torturously slow, Fulgrim eased himself down, moaning softly as he took all of Ferrus. “Good boy.”

“Ferrus,” he breathed in response, now capable of looking him in the eye. Violet irises were almost lost to pupils dilated by stimulation. The blush still remained on his skin, and his chest heaved, his platinum hair was loose and wild around his face. He was beautiful and perfect, and Ferrus could die for love of him.

"Now move," he guided gently, hands traveling to Fulgrim’s hips. His first movements were tenuous and unsure.

Confidence came, and with it a steady rhythm, and a torrent of ecstasy. Despite his intentions, Ferrus couldn't contain himself long at the sight of Fulgrim fucking him, and loosed a feral sound, grabbing his hips and thrusting upwards.

With abandon, he took him, all thoughts of gentle slowness gone, only mad need remaining. He was lost in it, the feeling, the sounds, the everything of their union. Little bruises bloomed on Fulgrim’s skin where his teeth found his neck, and where his hands were vice-like around his hips. “I…” Whatever Fulgrim would’ve said was lost in a gasping cry as he reached apex. His nails dug into Ferrus’s back, his breath panted against his ear, and Ferrus lost himself too, pulling Fulgrim tight to him with a possessive need as he spilled himself inside him.

Fulgrim’s head fell onto Ferrus’s shoulder and his breathing slowed. His arms wrapped around his waist and held him gently. “Feeling good, my Little Bird?”

"Perfect my love," he murmured, face buried in Ferrus’s neck.

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Reunion - Warhammer 40K - Fulgrim x Ferrus Manus - NSFW

It's been a while since Fulgrim and Ferrus have seen each other and they are all too excited to be reunited. PWP

My second Warhammer fic and my first Fulgrim / Ferrus fic. Honestly, this got way softer than I thought so I may show up with something a little kinkier. This is currently one of my favorite ships, so let me know what you think in the comments and if you'd like more.

The touch of cool iron fingertips on his skin set his nerves ablaze but the hand that wrapped around his throat made his mind stutter and he gasped involuntarily. “You’re too easy sometimes,” Ferrus’s rough voice whispered in his ear and Fulgrim refrained from any other sound. It would only cause Ferrus to continue to tease him. One strong arm wrapped around his naked waist, pinning him against Ferrus’s broad bare chest, while the hand at his throat never let go. “What, too flustered for words from that silver tongue of yours?”

Teeth nipped his ear and Fulgrim squirmed. “Ferrus,” he whined, offended at himself for how undignified it sounded. “Don’t be mean.” It had been too long since they’d seen one another and he knew that they were both hopelessly pent up. Ferrus was apparently just determined to use it to his advantage. Perhaps Fulgrim had invited it on himself by too eagerly dragging him to his private quarters once he was on board Pride of The Emperor.

“But you’re adorable when you’re like this.” The hand released his throat to trace a light touch over his body, traveling down to grip his already hardened length and stroke it once. “Needy. Though you’d look even more adorable on your knees.”

“I don’t know if you deserve it.” Fulgrim managed a firm tone, even as he desperately wanted Ferrus to keep playing with him.

“I can stop altogether if you're going to be difficult.” Ferrus punctuated his words by thrusting against his backside, reminding him of what he’d be missing out on. “Or have you forgotten how to behave yourself, my Little Bird? Do you need me to teach you again?” Lips that were more gentle than one would think Ferrus was capable of, brushed his cheek. For a second Fulgrim contemplated continuing to be obstinate just for the delicious thrill of Ferrus forcing obedience from him. He quickly decided it wasn't worth the risk he’d follow through on his threat though.

As though sensing his surrender, Ferrus released him and Fulgrim turned to kneel before him, dropping down onto the plush carpet. “Better,” he asked, looking up into Ferrus’s steely silver eyes.

“Good boy,” Ferrus rumbled, and Fulgrim quivered. Ferrus’s lips parted as though he would tease him about that too, but Fulgrim silenced him with tongue running along the length of his cock. Instead of speaking, he groaned wordlessly.

Fulgrim continued to tease him, broad strokes of his tongue traversing Ferrus’s erection painfully slow. Until those marvelous hands tangled in his long platinum locks and demanded satisfaction. The harsh grip set his mind reeling all over again, and pliantly he opened his mouth for Ferrus to thrust harshly inside. “Go on,” the words were so strained with desire, Fulgrim could barely hear them, but he didn’t need to. Hands clutching Ferrus’s thighs, his head bobbed up and down, taking him as deep as he could, pressing his tongue into every ridge and crevice.

He could feel Ferrus simply watching him, the occasional noise of pleasure emanating from him, but otherwise silently delighting Fulgrim’s work. The feeling of his throat being so filled was driving him mad to be filled in other ways and when he could stand it no longer, he let Ferrus’s cock slide from his mouth. “This is monstrously unfair, you’re not letting me have any fun.”

Ferrus reached out, gripping his chin, and tilting it up, his thumb delicately tracing Fulgrim’s lip. “What did I say earlier? Needy. My poor little Fulgrim, needs to be fucked so badly.”

The tone would have been infuriating from anyone else, but only with Ferrus was he so far gone, he could’ve said anything. Biting his lip, he played into it. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Releasing his chin, Ferrus helped him to his feet, pulling Fulgrim into a surprisingly soft kiss before pushing him firmly face down on the bed. “At least you look delectable on those damn silk sheets you insist on.”

"Don't I always look delectable?" Fulgrim couldn't resist a little more sass. His answer was a firm slap to his ass that caused him to yelp, a stark reminder Ferrus would be rough with him if he kept asking for it.

"Hmm, actually turn over, I want to watch your face when I fuck you." Ferrus wasn't patient, roughly gripping his hips and flipping him on his back before Fulgrim could even respond. "Perfect."

Kneeling between his legs, Ferrus bent down, kissing him hungrily before trailing his lips over his neck and chest. The wonton need was exciting, but it was the more tender moments that always drove Fulgrim mad. "Ferrus I am dying of need."

"Shh. You're dramatic." But he finally picked up the bottle of lube that had been so intentionally left on Fulgrim’s bedside table. Silver fingers were quickly coated in it, and Fulgrim pulled his knees up to his chest.

Giving up on any dignity, he whined as Ferrus's fingers entered him and spread him wide. The feeling of being readied to take the one he wanted most was almost enough by itself to do him in. Clutching the sheets as waves of bliss washed over him, he bucked his hips against Ferrus’s hand.

He'd expected to be teased for being needy again. Instead, Ferrus withdrew his fingers, leaving Fulgrim feeling devastatingly empty until his cock was teasing at his entrance. With one swift move, Ferrus was inside him. As one they exhaled a sigh of relief, and Fulgrim knew he felt it too, the completeness that always came from their union.

"You feel so good," Ferrus groaned, as he began to build a steady pace. Their lips crashed together again as every movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

Locking his arms around him, Fulgrim kept Ferrus close, nipping at his neck and chest, anywhere he could get in fevered passion. Nails raked his rough skin, punctuating Fulgrim’s breathy moans. “I’ve missed this so terribly.”

Ferrus answered by plunging into him with greater urgency, pulling himself from his arms to allow the building intensity. Fulgrim reached down, beginning to touch himself, but his hand was swatted away swiftly as Ferrus gripped him. “Let me.”

Those hands that could so expertly craft anything wrung ecstasy from him, reducing Fulgrim to a mewling mess as Ferrus continued his relentless use of him. This was what Ferrus had meant he liked, watching him lose control, to writhe and beg for release. Finally, he could no longer stand it no longer, “Ferrus…”

“Cum for me, love.” It was permission and command, and with an explosion of euphoria, Fulgrim surrendered himself, and the world faded away until there was only the two of them in this sublime state. Ferrus continued to stroke him, milking every drop of his release and sending aftershocks through every fiber of his body.

While he was still lost in the haze of orgasm, he felt Ferrus’s final frenzied thrusts, rapid and desperate as he had been. With one last rumbling moan, Ferrus gripped his hips and buried himself in Fulgrim, filling him with his seed and holding him tightly in place until he finished. Collapsing next to him, Ferrus pulled him into his arms and nuzzled his neck. “Happy now that you’ve been properly ravished?”

“Oh, and you didn’t want it at all?” Fulgrim tried to hide the small hurt of the continued jesting behind a glib tone.

It didn’t succeed as Ferrus sighed and kissed him tenderly. “You know I did, Little Bird, and I didn’t mean to offend.”

Fulgrim continued to pout, “you could show it a little better.”

“Didn’t I, my love?” Ferrus stroked his hair and held him even tighter. “You know being parted from you is suffering for me.”

“I like you to remind me of that, so I know we suffer the same.” The hearing of it reassured him, even if he did know deep down.

“If that will make you happy. Now get some rest, I am not nearly finished with you yet.”

Fulgrim let his eyes shut and gloried in the warmth the broad chest he was curled up on. “Love you Ferrus,” he murmured.

“Love you too Fulgrim.”

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I've been in the Warhammer 40k fandom for two months now. My first full-art.

AND NO, THIS IS NOT BERSERK, IT'S NOT DAMN GRIFFITH AND GATS. This is Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus. Sad.

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"It was murderous. It was beautiful. It was perfection."

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Vampire-au Victorian Edition

I‘m still working on a overview of all the primarchs backstories in this au, so until I finished that, have a castlist of the victorian au!

Konrad Curze: Orphaned street child probally around 12, small time criminal and newly turned vampire. Doesn‘t think much of high society social norms and will continue to ignore them no matter what Fulgrim does. Adjusting to beeing a vampire surprisingly well

Fulgrim: Vampiric socialite and ex-renaissance-painter (They died before their career ever really got off the ground). Trying and failing at not letting the supernatural crazyness around them mess up their live too much, and new parent to a baby vampire. Yes, they love Konrad very much, don‘t let them tell you otherwise.

Magnus Rubeus: Eccentric researcher of about everything. Yes, the science is ethically dubious. It‘s the victorian era, what do you expect? Also a vampire and very old at that. Currently also living in London and thus spending quite some time with his very good friend Fulgrim and newest study subject Konrad

Sanguinius: One of the oldest vampire in the emps/primarch-clan. Currently very busy on travels overseas because damn they need a break and probally won‘t be back for quite a while. Ocean liners and trains are much slower than airplanes after all

Ferrus Manus: Another vampire, another one of Fulgrim‘s very very good friends. Has no idea what to do with high society but also he likes Fulgrim so he‘ll endure some dinner parties from time to time.

N‘Kari: Very wealthy, widowed at least thrice, probally (a little) high at all time and ambiguosly mortal. Fulgrim‘s very problematic Bestie

Sevatar: Konrad‘s friend from when they both lived on the street and a few years older. No, he definetly isn‘t about to commit any famous murders in 1888 London. What makes you think that?

Shang: A stableboy (or some other kind of servant) Konrad ends up befriending. He is just hoping that all this bullshit won‘t get him fired

There are definetly gonna be more characters, Rushal is absolutly going to make a appearence later on and I‘m working on ideas for how to get more Emperor‘s Children Characters in here

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I like that for some reason N'kari is slithering over my dash again.

So here are two pics I made of them.

I like their bullsih form, but they are a full-blown shapeshifter (with a sense of humour, too), so more fun for Fulgrim (who after his ascension is a shapeshifter canonically, too).

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The Battle of Nis-Pazar. Tactica Imperius: The Roskan Imperial Guard. Glorious Victories (Vol. XVII, Chapter 5)

This very much Napoleonic French looking Imperial Guard army was depicted in Inferno! magazine 13. Where they won a great victory against the Orks of Warboss Gorgar Grimrukk.

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An illustration i made for @yurihasurunbara 's fanfiction :3 Happy Valentine's Day!

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好消息：画完了妈妈和小姨

坏消息：我不吃夜双子cp向，但是看起来就是像女铜😢

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Curze Taste Test

Remembrancer: Primarch Curze, if you were to ingest the meat of your brothers for food, how do you think they would taste like?

Konrad: Lion would be gamy. Like the beasts of Caliban he hung out with. He would probably smell like them too.

Lion: The pot calls the kettle black.

Konrad: Fulrgim would be soapy. Like lavender.

Fulgrim: Lavender is edible!

Konrad: And nauseating. Just like you. Perturabo would be salty. I wouldn't need any seasonings with him. If anything he would need potatoes to absorb the salt.

Perturabo: Ha. Ha. Very funny.

Konrad: I do watch holovids of the Food Network from time to time. Great cooking tips. *looks at Khan* You would taste like Umami.

Jaghatai: WTF is Umami?

Konrad: I won't know until I take a bite of you.

Leman Russ: I know, I know, I would taste like dog. Enough with the wulfen jokes already.

Konrad: I'm quite tired of dog, to be honest. The ones in Nostramo were scrawny. You are significantly hairier so I might choke. Also you would likely taste like dog marinated in mjod. That might cut some of the rancid out. As for Dorn, he would probably be fishy.

Dorn: Your stereotyping is not funny.

Konrad: Luckily your taste would be.

Sanguinius: Brother, you would not eat me would you?

Konrad: How does one resist chicken wings? *then looks at Ferrus Manus.* Next!

Ferrus Manus: Should I be insulted you do not find me palatable?

Konrad: On second thought you probably taste like Fulgrim. Soapy and oily. Like the stuff you weld. Blech. Even I have standards.

Angron: You wouldn't even dare!

Konrad: Ghost peppers. Probably with a dash of Carolina Reapers. Needs to be drowned in milk.

Guilliman: Vanilla. I've heard the jokes before.

Konrad: Don't flatter yourself Roboute. Vanilla can be enjoyable. I would compare you to crackers. White and extremely boring but can fill you up if you're really, really desperate.

*looks at Mortarion* Mouldy cheese.

Mortarion: *grunts*

Konrad: I actually like Bleu Cheese. Don't be so disappointed. Be flattered I would still add you to my salad. Magnus you would remind me of Red Velvet cake.

Magnus: I am honored!

Konrad: I hate red velvet cake. Its so pretentious and fancy when it's actually just chocolate doused with vinegar. Extremely overrated.

Horus: Now I am curious.

Konrad: I'm not sure what you would taste like but I bet it would make me feel gassy. Full of hot, intolerable air that would also be malodorous.

Vulkan: I have a feeling mine would involve something hot and spicy.

Angron: I already took the ghost pepper taste!

Konrad: Chili. Maybe. Now that I think of it maybe I should've cooked you. Then you couldn't regenerate.

Corax: I suspect I am chicken wings to your palate too?

Konrad: Chicken yes. Wings no. Chicken breast maybe. Plain, dry and needs condiments to enhance taste.

Alpharius/Omegon: I/we don't want to know....

Kontad: You ever hear of those unlabeled jelly beans? You never know what you're going to get.

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Corvus Corax

When you're getting really defensive about your cup of hot cocoa with whipped cream and sprinkles.

No idea, why I drew this. Maybe deep inside I'm thinking he deserves a sugary beverage.

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Part four of "Fall with the Primarchs and coffee": Vulkan and Corvus Corax

Vulkan wanted to toast the little marshmallows on top of his hot cocoa himself and Corvus is trying not to be too jealous, because he's stuck with some coldbrew black coffee. The barista botched their names in the most horrible fashion, yet.

Vulkan's comfy cable-knit-sweater was a gift from his sons ("such good boys!"), who made it themselves in a concerted effort (they had to look up knitting-holo-tutorials, because their first try - forging the sweater - failed).

The Raven Guard got inspired by this and wanted to make a gift for their gene-dad, too. But since they are not as crafty as their Salamanders-cousins, all they managed was that dorky looking felt-bird-hat, now perched on top of Corvus' hood.