#F: 40K

[cursedbeasts]

kenaz and Faustinius. I haven't drawn these two together in probably close to a year

[slaaneshi-heretek]

damn kenaz what that tongue do

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XV

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: They didn’t make it easy, just sayin’.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

TW // Slight SMUT/NSFW, Violence, Yandere Themes?

It’s been 4 years since I found myself with my biological child. 4 years being stuck under a house filled with camera systems that I didn’t have access to. What were they expecting? A feral marine to just slam through the wall?

I sighed, watching a shadow engulfing the front door from the kitchen. No doubt it being that cop and his Dark Angel checking up on us almost every day.

“I’ll get it!” Salem yelled out, already bolting for the door. His little footsteps echoing across the wooden floorboards while I took the dish rag off to my side to dry off my hands. Making my way towards the door myself.

“Clyde! Dacre!” My son squealed, being picked up by Clyde as he spun him around. Both of them laughing together before Clyde settled him on his hip.

“Are you causing your mother some trouble?” Clyde questioned, only walking further through the house when I nodded to them that it was okay.

“Never! I’m a good man!” Salem yelled, looking very proud of himself.

“Man? Since when?” Clyde asked, turning his head toward me. His pure blue eyes always capturing my attention.

“I may have praised him for helping me out with some ‘heavy’ chores.” I said, throwing the dishrag back into the sink from the hallway.

“Yeah! And they were heavy!” Salem explained, throwing his arms out as Clyde led the small group into the living room.

Plopping myself down onto the L-shaped sofa. Dacre sat himself besides me, making the sofa bounce a little as he rumbled. If I didn’t have Astartes sized furniture, I’m sure the sofa would have snapped in half with the added weight of his armor.

“How’s your mother doing anyway? I haven’t heard from her in quite a while.” Clyde questioned, looking over at me once more as Salem wiggled out of his hold.

“She is the best!” Salem shouted, running over and jumping into my chest, snuggling into it. “She gave me gummy worms!”

“Gummy worms?”

“What? He earned it.” I said, threading my hand through Salem's white hair as he smiled up at me.

“You spoil him too much.” Clyde sighed, his tone closer to adoration.

“It’s what a mother does.” I hummed, a rhythmic ding going off. Telling me the laundry was done.

“Can’t argue with that.” He said while I kissed the top of Salem's head.

“Excuse me boys, but laundry calls.” I excused myself, pushing off the sofa and towards the laundry room.

“Clyde! Can you play with me?” I heard Salem yell out to the copper while I left the living room. A small smile growing across my face at the childness.

“Sure buddy! What do you have in mind?”

Entering the laundry room. The scent of fresh clothing greeting my nose. The washing machine singing its tune out just before the dryer.

Dragging an empty laundry basket over to the dryer. I opened it up and started to load the basket up with the warm, fresh, clean clothes before pushing it out of the way and taking the lint out of the dryer. Then, I shuffled over to open up the washing machine and started to throw the damp clothes into the dryer. A soft thunk going off with each piece of clothing I threw in there.

Jumping in my spot, I spun around at the sound of a rumbling purr from Dacre. His hulking form leaning down a little to get through the archway.

“Dacre? Shouldn’t you be with Clyde?” I questioned, turning back to continue throwing more wet clothes into the dryer.

He purred again, his head coming forward to softly nuzzle the top of my head. Sending a twist down into my stomach that I couldn’t identify if it was ‘butterflies’ or my nerves telling me something else.

“Did you want something?” I asked, shutting the washing machine door and turning around to face him once more.

Dacre chuffs, his form practically curling over mine as he lifted me up and put me on top of the washing machine. His gauntlet taking a hold of my chin and tilted it up to him. His thin lips brushing up against mine. My stomach twisting more and more.

Shooting my hand up, I grabbed him on his gauntlet, stopping his movement. A low rumble coming from the Astartes. His russet brown eyes look down at me, questioning.

I opened my mouth, closed it then sighed. “I-I just… I don’t know. I don’t know.”

It was true, I didn’t know. This felt so right to do, but so wrong like it was unjust, cheating even.

I mean, I did have s*x with them once, but I admit, I was in a really bad spot. I haven’t had s*x in 3 long years. My fingers couldn’t keep sedating the same growing itch inside of my core for long, but f*ck was it a very pleasurable experience to have.

Dacre rumbled lowly and pressed a light kiss to my jawline then a little closer to my neck, testing what was acceptable to do and not. Not really pushing it, giving me any time to stop him; pull away from him, but I didn’t.

I let his breath fan against my cheek, sending shivers down my spine before his lips connected to mine. His tongue licking the bottom of my lips, asking if he could do more than just a sweet kiss. Opening my mouth a little, he didn’t hesitate to explore. His gauntlet coming up behind my head while I placed my hand on his chestplate, a groan leaving both of us.

“Mom! Ma!” I heard Salem call for me. My eyes widening in surprise, flickering from Dacre to the archway. His head moving back, leaving me out of breath. “Mother!”

Whipping the excess saliva off my lips, I slid off the washer. Dacre moving to the side to let me through, but before going to my sons call. I went on my tiptoes and surprised the Dark Angel with a kiss to his cheek. His eyes widening in surprise as he straightened up to his full height while I brushed past him.

“Yes, Salem?” I called back, hearing the light purr of a satisfied Astartes behind me.

“Can I have more gummy worms?” Salem asked, his tone a little suspicious.

“I don’t know. It’s nearing dinner time!” I responded, making my way to the kitchen. Spotting my child and the cop getting into mischief together. Their thieving hands in the snack cupboard.

“What are you two doing?” I asked, spooking them as they both jumped and looked behind them.

“Retreat recruit! Retreat!” Clyde yelled, picking up Salem as he squealed in delight. Taking a bag of snacks with them as they ran out the back door.

“Hey! You can’t have all of them to yourselves!” I yelled out, chasing after them.

-

I huffed, finally catching the little rascal with many, many snacks stuffed in his cheeks. Both of us sitting on the grassy ground, his deep blue eyes looking up at me with a grin on his face.

“I believe that’s enough for you tonight.” I sighed as Salem looked like a little chipmunk as he was still eating the sweets in his mouth.

Salem tried to say something, but it came out muffled. Though knowing my own child and any other child. They like to reject such an opposing statement to them.

“You finally caught the boy, huh?” Clyde wheezed, clearly underestimating what kind of speed and stamina Salem had. Especially on sugar.

“I hope you found your fun in letting him eat a bag of sweets, copper.” I grumbled, trying to get a buzzing Salem to sit still with my hold. “Before dinner too.”

“Haha, sorry?” Clyde apologized, putting his hand on his neck and leaning over, out of breath.

“Wait— Salem!” I yelled out as Salem escaped my hold, running towards the forest behind the house. “Come back!”

Pushing off the ground, I ran after Salem. His little giggles echoing through the forest. If the sun wasn’t resting, I would have thought his escapade would be fun, but since it wasn’t my worry skyrocketed.

“Salem! Please stop running!” I shouted out to him, barely keeping an eye on him as the sky got darker. The thickening of the flora not helping either. “Salem!”

Losing sight of my child. I slid to a halt in the middle of the forest and turned around in every direction he could have gone, my heart pounding in my chest. Oh, him and Clyde were not to ever touch the snack cupboard again.

“Salem!” I called out for him again. Hearing his giggles off in the distance. A shimmer of white catching my eye. “Salem! Come back–”

Choking on my own air, a low growl came next to my ear. My hands desperately trying to get a grip on this guy's armor. Gaining another low growl going through my ear, but then replaced by a quiet, reassuring purr.

“Hey there! Mind giving that child over?” I heard the voice of Clyde, my head turning to look where he was speaking from.

Clyde received a growl in return, the being behind me tensing up. Their gauntlets trying not to squeeze me like an otter popsicle.

“Come one now, don’t be like that. His mother is worried for him.” Clyde responded, shifting his weight. Was that… was that a Gray knight?

“Where is she?” The knight rumbled, his tone clarifying that he was not in the mood to play games. Yet it sent a familiar tingle down my spine. Did I know this Astartes?

“I don’t know who you’re talking about there knight.” Clyde said, shifting his weight again as the knight growled again, clearly not liking that as an answer.

“Look I just want–”

I jumped in the beings hold, my eyes widening in shock as the knight thrusted his sword through Clyde's body. His blood staining the ground behind him as he coughed. Clyde's hand coming up to grasp at the sword through his body. Slowly looking up between the sword and the knight before the knight pulled upward, splitting the man into two, bloody halves.

The being above me shook and kept squeezing their gauntlets hard enough that it formed a strong bruise on my skin before they took off with me in their arms.

“What are you doing?!” I shouted at the being, pounding back onto their armor. Catching the glimpse of the gray knights' visor looking at me. “Put me down!”

I needed my son! He can’t be in their hands!

“Let me go!” I shouted again, trying to wiggle free from his firm grip. “Put me down–!”

The world became a blur for a moment. My body suddenly slammed into the ground, a cry ripping through my throat. Searing heat going through my shoulder and leg. Metal clanking upon metal sounding out. What the hell just happened?

Trying to flip around on my stomach. I cried out again, the sudden pain making it unbearable to move, but I still tried. They were taking me away from my son.

I huffed, tears slowly flowing down my cheeks at the effort of trying to move my injured body. My eyes looking up at the scene before me as I used one on my knees and hand to support my body. Two Astartes going at one another. One of them shifting color before they were thrown into a tree, snapping it in half.

I hissed as the one who threw that other Astartes into the tree bent down to pick me up and started running again. A big headache starting to form.

“Mother?” I heard Salem faintly call out before he cried. “Mother?!”

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XVI

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XIV

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

[wxnheart]

С аристократом. Но все остальное - на ваше усмотрение. Не сдерживайте себя ни в чем✨💖

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐅!𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You weren't expecting this, to be romantically involved with a Primarch, especially one of the Imperium's most beloved. But you were. You are. Hm.

And contrary to popular belief, your relationship with Sanguinius started off rather awkwardly; from his or your perspective, you couldn't say but it was awkward nonetheless.

Sanguinius confessed in rather stilted terms his affection for you and you were... quite taken aback, actually. A Primarch desiring a baseline human?! Took a minute to get there but you two were on the same page afterward. Sanguinius admittedly still had his reservations due in part to his precognition.

Your relationship wasn't illicit but it was clandestine. Emphasis on was. Sanguinius knows all too well the political intrigue that could result from such a union and he would rather the Imperium not impede on your budding relationship with him. As such, he's pretty protective over you.

To your credit, you tried to keep it as secretive as possible. Until it wasn't. Until your family found out and the rest of the nobility did afterward.

And true to Sanguinius' word, interest in you two drummed up dramatically. Being of highborn status, you can admit there are some advantages to having such a connection but the fact that just about EVERYONE looks at you as if you've suddenly grown a second head now is... isolating, to say the least.

Only a few of Sanguinius' sons knew of your existence. Once the entire legion knows, they're... curious about you at best.

You also realize that they're just as protective of you as Sanguinius is. Interesting. He wouldn't divulge why, however...

Your family would practically LORD it over everyone else how their magnificent daughter managed to win the heart of one of the Emperor's sons. Might even leverage that for some more political power.

Sanguinius would be irritated even though he expected this to happen but at least it's out in the open and he can love you freely.

Your relationship, despite the awkwardness, initial stumbling, and surrounding political intrigue, is actually pretty wholesome in many regards. Sanguinius is pretty open unless it has to deal with his foresight. That he will never speak of for reasons that remain unclear to you.

You met Horus first. You realize Sanguinius' words do him no justice. The man is as charismatic as they come.

[2lim3rz]

So I just had a terrifying/ Hot thought…..Yandere primarchs, emperor, and chaos gods. Just…think about it, a tiny reader trying to run and out smart these large men who want them, and it could be platonic too! Auughghhhh, I’m going to badger you with some thoughts!

Well that is

Fucking scary

But also stupid fucking HOT

If a Chaos God or the Emperor wanted you, I'm sorry. You're not winning this. You cannot hide nowhere, you cannot exist anywhere. They will find you and keep you for themselves. You would be their prized tool, their treasure

Primarchs are a bit.. JUST A BIT easier to deal with. You are, after all, SMALL in comparison. You have places you can physically use to hide from the more physical based primarchs however there are.. quite a few things against you.

Resources. All of these can and will make it to where you can't get anything without their aid.

Superhuman senses. Primarchs and Space Marines both have enhanced sensory organs. Some certainly more so than others (yes I'm implying Leman and Lion will and can both sniff you out like terrifying nightmares. I feel like Angron would as well as Sanguinius would also be very enhanced on the smelling side of things? Thoughts?)

You're fucked against anyone Phsychically able unless you ducktape a blank to you. You're just- How do you hide from something that can see through the warp to you? That's right Magnus n his fucky wucky magics.

TLDR: The idea of clingy primarchs is the same idea I have of Michael Myers: VERY big VERY territorial man who will murder and more than likely harm you as well to make sure you don't leave him

[antiterroristteddy]

[kathy-rah]

Quick drawing of Jaghatai enjoying the company of two Mini Magnus.

His dress should be a mix of Mongolian and Chinese's traditional dresses - tho his hairstyle is basically chinese. Apologies but you all know my fetish for long hair.

Also, the writing on the paper are some old Mongolian textes :D (honestly tho it really looks like the quenia alphabet made by Tolkien, at least for me they have many resemblances and that is beautiful)

[sassmill]

Again I wonder. Could I be successful if I started making p*rn.

[ask-the-crimson-king]

Part 2: TRAITORS

See the loyalist poll here

[cursedbeasts]

Against all odds - Belisarius Cawl vs. Abaddon the Despoiler

geeze I had this file among my WIPs since 2022

[picatea]

Random Ork on acetate, not sure it was worth trying...when you end up spilling the moot green.

[slaaneshi-heretek]

[fuzzyhairedfreak]

Been getting into painting minis for the first time in my life and unfortunately…. It’s so fun

[2lim3rz]

gjsghsfhkfshdgjgdfj i got the first two volumes of transformers manga, im happy now

[antiterroristteddy]

My bois!!! KT Kommandos ready for WAAAAGH!

[relax-and-read-on]

Your perturabo angst is even sadder when you realize that in main cannon after ferris gets killed. Perturabo gets the hammer fulgrim made. Even after ferris is gone he can only get fulgrim's seconds

Well you just gave me emotional damage friend.

The au in general is either pre-heresy or no heresy, but like. If the heresy happen? Yeah. Yeah he 100% think that. And you know what would be even worst?

Fulgrim would treat him like a replacement Ferrus too.

This is snake!Fulgrim after all. He's unhinged and does not care for the feelings he's causing. He would come in and act cute, get Perturabo attentions until he can be convinced to fuck him. Just for Fulgrim to call him "ferrus" in bed. The first time, Perturabo tried to kick him out, disgusted with him, but then Fulgrim got his arms around him and gently murmured into his ear

"You really don't want me? You don't want to be held, to be loved? I'm the only one that can do it. I'm the only person that has ever loved you, even if it's just scraps. You want it. You want to be desired, even if it hurt. Come back to bed, my little pet."

And he does. Because he does want to be loved, and Fulgrim was the only one to ever give that to him. Even if it was a lie.