#Flesh Tearers

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May The 4th Be With You

by Konstantin Void

[kit-williams]

@moodymisty I've brainrotted this into existence

I went with chapter serfs though I could see the Black Templar also just snatching up a civilian

tw: Yandere Black Templar, Yandere Flesh Tearer, Blood mentioned google translate/translation dictionary German, female reader (first try doing a y/n or reader)

Black Templar

He was sick... he had to be sick. It was the only thing that made sense to what was going on. As Flagging himself in the mornings more wasn't helping him... it was only making it worse. As his Taube would be there tending to the gouges in his back at the end of the day. Their delicate hands going over his skin.

He called them his dove after he wanted their delicate hands touching his armor. They way she would chirp out those hymns and the pleasant hum of her devotion to him to the God emperor. They way her brow would knit in worry as she would look over his back and flit and flutter around like a Taube... his Taube. How she would coo at him and fill the small room with her singing... her laughter... her life.

He wanted to carve himself open and create a space for her. A place she could roost and listen to his hearts beat for the God Emperor and her. He had two hearts... he could devote a small part of one to her... she didn't need much... but how he wanted to give her so much more he wanted to make the overseerer bleed for making her tired he wanted to make them bleed for causing her to cry.

He looked over his shoulder as her doe like eyes looked into his own as he felt the corner of his lips turn up and the concern melted away, "I suppose I'll clean your helm next since it offends you my lord." She says with her small bit of laughter as she continues to clean the flogging wounds on his back.

"Do you remember the next verse?" His voice rumbles softly.

She nodded and hummed as of course it was not the liturgy the Black Templar knew but she was but a mortal... he would not fault her for what her duty was.

Flesh Tearer

His mouth moved over her neck as she whimpered softly. Those milky white eyes darting around as he scraped and licked from his favorite blood thrall. He knew he took too much, as he sucked on her skin till it blossomed into a hideous bruise, so that she couldn't leave his quarters. He was so kind to let her stay here with him. Her tiny trembling hands as she weakly pushed against his neck. All the serfs of the Flesh Tearers were blind or blinded as if they could not see Chaos they would be less likely to fall right away.

He pulled his mouth away and slowly ran his tongue over the bleeding bite mark. How her body trembled and twitched as she felt so dizzy and cold, tears overflow her eyes as she felt so scared. His bloody tongue lazily runs over her teary cheeks as his face pressed against hers like a large cat.

He crooned softly, "Oh little one... did I take too much again... you look much paler than you normally do. So cold too." He said with a smile etched upon his face as he held her chin as she tried to get up and failed.

" 'm fine." She slurred trembling as when he let her go she just fell over whimpering and bleeding on his bed.

"My silly little blood thrall. You aren't fine in that sense... it seems your delicious blood riled me up again. Let me make it up to you." He purred and he grinned like a maniac as she just curled up and covered her head whimpering knowing that she wasn't leaving this room for a few days and would only be able to leave when he would be distracted long enough to let her hide from him. But until then she was the focus of his tender mercy.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

You gently place Gabriel in the middle of the Tyranid swarm and pull forty dice out of your pockets

[limdoes40k]

My nearly complete Flesh Tearer Assault Intercessor! Excited to finish painting my first troop.

[front-line-head-line]

Thought of the Day: Listen not to the alien, look not upon the alien, speak not unto the alien!

[libraryshadow]

I’ve explained Space Marine Husbandry to my girlfriend and that there was a Flesh Tearer marine around our area. She looked at me came over to where I was in the kitchen and squished me up in her arms. She repeatedly said “You’re such a nerd such a nerd such a nerd my doofus my little doofus nerd. I love you so much.” She’s so sweet to me. She still doesn’t understand how dangerous Flesh Tearers are. I keep asking her if we can adopt an astartes. This astartes need to be able to live with other animals.

[dese-o]

The two ducklings are done :3c

[nightscalestudio]

Gabriel Seth, the "Guardian of Rage," the Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers.

[2lim3rz]

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The Sanguine Yearning

Many have heard tales of such a thing, it’s a rare happening amongst the Blood Angels and their Successors.. but there are still whispers. Fables and rumors of when one did not fall to the Thirst or darkest Rage.. but perhaps something just as worse.

The first time it had happened, it was with their very own Primarch. A secret so hidden, so well executed that all who had met Sanguinius’s own treasure deemed them to be just that, a treasure.

Yet.. it happened again. A Blood Angel refusing to let some poor terrified Agriworld woman go her way. Clinging to her as if her leaving would kill him. Baring his teeth at all who would come near. Only Sanguinius could calm him. “Sickness.. how tragic.” it was thought to be the Thirst.

And then it happened again, and again, and again.

The third time, in the middle of some minor skirmish. Both the Astarte and human in question disappeared for some months before the Astarte was discovered howling ferally in a cave, his superhuman strength having accidentally killed the one his heart claimed.

The forth; a noblellite. Thrilled at first to be under such affections. The Blood Angels were artistic in some ways after all. Yet soon discovering him to be.. overbearing at times. A rare happy ending with the tragedy the Yearning so often brings.

The fifth.. the fifth had modified the yearning of rage and blood deep within the inhuman man. The baseline human he claimed had no hope to live even a day. Yet.. somehow they did. Some poor bystander on the very same ship they all lived upon. Discovered with filched medical equipment hooked to the poor thing, keeping a glorified blood bag alive.

It was then deemed the Sanguine Yearning was a different curse than the Thirst or Rage. One to be watched even closer in times of unending war. Baseline humans.. or rare xeno, were never safe from a very determined Astartes.

It was also settled that any Apothecary, Techmarine, or high-ranking Blood Angel or Successor discovered with the Yearning would be immediately demoted or possible executed. Posing too dangerous a threat to the ones they were meant to protect.. and to their brothers.

May the Emperor help you if any time they were reminded of their Yearning’s short lifespans compared to theirs.

[caiusmajor]

...If you ever wanted to know what Chapter Master Seth of the Flesh Tearers smells like, Grimaldus has you covered:

He smells of sacred weapon oils, his primarch’s potent blood running beneath his weathered skin, and the spicy, unwholesome reptilian scent of the lizard predator-kings that stalk the jungles of his home world.

[mournivaldisco]

I'm reading Trial By Blood and Seth calling a Sanguinary Guard 'cherub' is sending me

I'm used to hearing it in the context of "All right, cherub?" as an endearment from older people in Northern England. So I read this as more cute than insulting. 😆

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Space Marines

by Mike Lim

[tagedeszorns]

I want to see Gabriel Seth in your hand!!! Give him some love and sexyness!!!

Well, it's Marine Meat Monday and even if he's not going full commando - have some sexy blood and imaginary bloody feathers!

I don't know much about him, but since his kind of ancestor (Amit) is my favourite Blood Angel, I'm comfortable enough drawing him after a little research.

Maybe I have even met him in a 40k-novel, since Ragnar has to deal with his Chapter, as far as I remember (I may remember it wrong, it's been a while).

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

may I please have the Gabriel seth smells like dinosaurs excerpt?

Gabriel smells like dinosaurs and dinosaurs smell like naughty spices

[limdoes40k]

My Death Company powersword.... I was quite proud of how this turned out

[sangsuri39]

Space marine Cartoon style