#Word Bearer

[sleepyfan-blog]

Seeing Double

Author’s Note: This is Mer-Trai’s debut! I hope that you enjoy the fic! :D Next

Tagged: @bleedingichorhearts @kit-williams @the-pure-angel @egrets-not-regrets

Warnings: mention of torture, bodily mutilation, concussion, dehydration, worship, wounds

Summary: Trai is rescued by a saintly baseline human.  

Pain and exhaustion greet him when he wakes. They are old, familiar foes, and hunger joins as he slowly blinks his way to full awareness. He finds himself where he had been the past... He's not entirely sure how long he's been here, but this too, he will survive. The aching pain in his head has not gone away, and some of the wounds that his captors gave him the last time they'd graced him with their presence had not fully healed. 

Given that he hasn't been fed for as long as he's been captured, the fact that he isn't healing as swiftly as he used to be isn't surprising. The gods grant him the patience and strength to weather this trial. His brothers will find him, he just needs to wait. 

The large gold and red mer stares into the too-bright lights, the electric buzz not helping his headache any. His breathing is measured and shallow as he closes his eyes again, trying to conserve what little energy he has, as his wounds itch and burn as they slowly heal. 

Trai deliberately does not allow himself to flinch as the door to his cell slams open. He is not a wide-eyed neophyte who startles at the sounds of his captors' trying to torment him. 

He bears his teeth - his armor having long been stripped of his body by his human captors - and hisses as a small, cool hand touches his tail, just above where one of the metal stakes had been buried through his flesh, pinning him to the metal table he'd been strapped to. 

"Oh... You're alive... Oh fuck! Hey guys! I found a live one! We're going to need a medic!" The human who had the gall to touch his tail shouted- causing his headache to spike most unpleasantly. "Oh... Oh buddy... Do you know this language? Please look at me and either say something or blink once if you do understand me."

Trai opened his eyes, sending the human - humans? He could see two of them, standing one slightly to the left of the other, mirror images of one another that moved at the -

Ah. 

Concussion. Wonderful. He opened his mouth, revealing the fact that his tongue had been cut out - and cauterized, to further slow healing of the appendage, as he had cursed his captors with some very entertaining miseries for the gall to torment him as they had been. He deliberately blinked up at the two-maybe-one human(s).

"Oh... Oh they... Okay, I'm going to use these pliers to get the... Get the... The stakes pinning you to the table out. We've arrested the people who've been running this place. Please don't attack me, though it will hurt when I pull these things out of you." The human(s) said in unison. "After that... I have some of the nutrient paste that space marines really like, and a bottle of water. Are you hungry?"

Yes, he definitely had a concussion... And was quite possibly hallucinating or dreaming. This was a nice dream, even though he'd rather his brothers be the ones rescuing him, rather than more fucking baseline humans. Trai gamely and deliberately blinked once while maintaining eye contact with the human(s). The mention of food and water was enough to get him to smile hopefully. He stayed still as the little goddess before him industriusly freed him from his bonds.

He held in his hisses of pain as best as he could, and she made worried noises as he began to bleed sluggishly from where he had been pinned to the table. With considerable effort, Trai activated his ability to swim through the air, slowly and painfully pushing himself into an upright position. He sniffed the air, her distress and determination clear to him. he could also smell the nutrient paste in his pockets and lightly tapped at the pocket with teh food with a clawed hand, careful not to piece the flimsy cloth, staring down at her pleadingly.

"Right, food." She responded, pulling out the tube of nutrient paste and holding it out to him.

Trai crooned out in wordless thanks, though his useless, trembling hands could not keep hold of the tube - then again he probably had nerve damage from the eight holes bored clear through each arm from those fucking stakes that had been drilled through his body until moments ago. He peered down at her, humiliation, desperation and hope warring for dominance on his face. He'd heard whispers that some humans were brave enough to hand-feed astartes they were comfortable with, despite many space marines having wickedly sharp teeth.

She nimbly caught the tube before it could fall to the ground. Disappointment and worry flashed across her face, before determination set in. "Okay. You don't seem to be able to hold onto the tube by yourself right now.. Uhm... If you crouch down a bit, I can feed you? If you want that? I could also squeeze some of it out onto the table, if you'd rather eat it that way?"

Trai shook his head slowly, one clawed hand going up to his head as nausea and dizziness plagued him at the motions. He opened his mouth and hunched over her, trying not to seem threatening. He was so, so hungry, and this little goddess had already helped him tremendously.

"Okay! Feeding  you it is." His lovely goddess chirped up at him. She was easily able to open the cap and remove the purity seal before squeezing a small mouthful into his waiting jaws.

Trai whined before slowly closing his mouth and swallowing. He wanted more than that little bit... But given the way his stomach cramped at that small amount of food, perhaps starting off the feeding slowly was for the best. Once the waves of nausea faded he opened his mouth again. 

This time he was rewarded by his goddess with a slightly larger mouthful of water. It was de-salinated, but he did not care as the cool liquid hydrated what was left of his tongue and soothed the worst of his ravaged throat. He didn't care that he was purring loudly, nor that he had started to lean on his little goddess as she continued to slowly feed and water him. Her kindness was boundless and her generosity endless. She was worthy of all the worship within his being. When his belly was filled as much as he could tolerate, and his thirst was quenched to the point of no longer trying to drive him to madness he closed his mouth again and did not open it, pressing his head against her cool shoulder, exhaustion and the need to allow his body to heal more fully took him over.

[galgannet]

And here he is in all his glory, the dark apostle Hayot Ha-Kadesh. Through his hands many have been united with the Gods . He chooses his sacrifices wisely as in his opinion only those who are the most devoted are fit to meet the divine. The dirty blood of the Imperials is not worthy to be spilled on the altar.

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[kit-williams]

Sacrament of Sin

tw: Yandere, Religious kink, Corruption kink, Word Bearer, Dollification (or rather the desire to dollifiy), Lolita darling

The Demon in his mind saw his Lamb first. In the crowd of partitioners in the cathedral. Dedicated to a smaller warp god that could be easily brought into the fold. Jihias Kinreaver enjoyed bringing worlds in via peaceful means he enjoyed preaching much like his father had and while he was far from like his long dead brother Argel Tal in his union with his neverborn... He had felt its presence pull away from him during his sermon as he watch the Lamb shiver from the touch of the beyond.

She looked like a child... she reminded him of dolls his long gone grandmother would collect with their dresses so pressed with layers and frills and lace. The lace on the collar hidden under the white bow and the lace of the veil pinned into her hair as she sat in a pew listening with a frown on her face. Did his lamb not enjoy his speech? No he would learn it was the gods that he was bringing to the planet she did not find herself fond of.

It was the commotion after the Midnight Mass that caused him to leave his quarters and find one of his priests and his Lamb engaged in a debate. A large white bow clipped on the back of her head and another pulling on her waist resting perfectly crisp just above her rear. Her legs were covered in white stockings with shiny black shoes. He watched his Lamb fold her arms over her chest as a deeper frown formed on her face. "You're not answering me you're just repeating what your lord said! How are they suppose to help me? It sounds like they are gods for warriors."

He hardly paid attention to what the priest had said till he tried to slap the Lamb and was pleasently surprised as she instead grabbed his wrist and slapped him back. "You little-"

"Oh I'm sorry is that not how I'm supposed to worship the Blood god?" She hissed back. She tried to pull away but her eyes suddenly fell upon Jihias. And Jihias... did not feel like a shephard in that moment as his own golden eyes rushed over her form... Jihias felt like a wolf as he had to refrain from licking his lips at the way her eyes looked at him.

"Now what commotion do we have at this late hour. " He purred out as he walked over, his robes making him look slightly smaller... less imposing... less like a weapon of war and give him a far friendlier appearence.

"I was," She speaks up and pulls her arm away from his priest as she pushes the wrinkles in her skirt away, "I was trying to learn more. I don't see how these new gods are any better than the deity we already worship." Jihias looked to his the Lamb giving her his full attention as she spoke with her heart. Of course there were always members of a flock who were stubborn and required far more hands on help to get them in line. "You said that they were still fine to worship."

"That I did little one." He watched the way her eyes flicked over his form for a moment as he could feel the way his neverborn slunk into her shadow and practically pressed itself into her back... if the veil was thinner perhaps it would have manifested as well. it smells so sweet... its soul so refreshing... l̸̙͇̗͚͚͠ḙ̶͊̌̍̇͜͝t̶̛͈̩́̅̊ ̸̨͎̓̿̉̚̚͜ů̶͜s̵̞͔̭͊ ̸͓̮̞̂̈́̾̂̕t̴̳̒a̸̰̼̹̲͇̓̿̓͊s̷̛̰̤͗̒͒͋t̶͈̜͐̈͝ę̸̛̛͔̻̦̀̀ͅ ̷̫̈́̍͆i̸̮̱̍́̓̚͜t̶̡̡̖̖̾̓̚

Jihias smiles warmly as he places a hand on her shoulder feeling the way she tenses as the hairs on the back of her neck raise with each lick the neverborn does. She slides a hand over the back of her neck feeling the phantom tickles of a tongue that isnt there. "I just... don't see how they benefit me. They feel very intense and far more for warriors and if there isn't any harm in continuing to worship my deity then I will keep doing so."

"Of course little Lamb." He replies so sweetly as he would happily be there to scoop her up and save her from her own foolish mistakes. "But I can easily explain to you how they can help you."

"I wouldn't want to bother you my Lord... you are a space marine after all... I figured-"

"That you could get it from a far more human source?" He finishes her thought and relishes the flicker of fear in her eyes. His fingers flexing to make sure she can't just slip away like she did the other. "Of course, I understand your reasoning." He says turning slightly, his large hand spreading out across her upper back as he pushes her toward his loaned study. He can feel the way she tenses up... the way she gets jumpy... she can see the predator in his eyes.

A shephard doesn't just tend a flock for no reward now does he? What is the point of tending all the ewes and rams? To enjoy the fruits of his labors... to get the milk from the ewes and wool yes but sometimes he enjoyed the tender meat of lambs. Though she was hardly a lamb anymore right? More close to a maiden ewe... he could feel his neverborn press against her... test her... feel her flesh just teasingly behind the veil of reality.

"What do you think of the Blood Lord?" He coos out softly deciding to start there.

"A warrior god. I have no desire to cave in the skulls of others as that is left for the warriors." His Lamb replied as he could tell she was uncomfortable and very much hesitant to enter the room alone with him trying to take a step back.

"What of the Lord of Change?" He allowed her to resist entering the study.

"I don't have any magic and I have a very tarnished silver tongue so it hardly helps me." She countered back.

"What about the great Grandfather?"

"I don't see how causing people to become sickly and die helps?" She says with a whimper as she is finally brought into his study. He watches her take a seat in one of the chairs that is much too big for her looking like a children's toy left behind. Let us play with the doll His neverborn purred and he could feel the excitement rush through him as he knew his neverborn wouldn't handle this dolly gently.

Jihias handed her a cup of something warm just to help keep those tired eyes of her's open.

"And what of the Prince of Pleasure?" He asked clicking his tongue looking over at her shift uncomfortably.

"I don't very much like pain..." She says hoping that it would be enough for him.

"Understandable but what about his other side?"

She sighs as it's clear she is tired and perhaps a bit more crude than she was meaning to say, "I haven't had sex yet. Haven't found the right one yet so maybe if I find the right one then maybe the Prince might apply to me? I guess." She says before sipping the drink.

Jihias hid his predatory grin rather well. "Of course perhaps the prince could help you with that. It doesn't have to go to the extremes... I know your deity espoused moderation but perhaps with the other three that might... but alright but with the Prince it's all about feeling good and comfortable." His tongue clicked as he walked around the chair she was in. He could feel the Prince's influence as he thought back to the memory of dealing with the Drukhari and just how some of their victims were trapped in their own skin... helpless dolls. She looked pretty enough to be one. Oh his mind raced with what he could do while that poison was flowing through her system.

"Perhaps we could have this conversation another time? It's rather late." His little lamb brayed as his neverborn continued to lick at the untouched woman thought the veil of reality. She had enough of the strange feeling that Brother Jihias brought her... ever since the sermon she had felt watched and touched.

"Of course Lamb." He spoke with his warmest voice as he looked down at her, "I forget at times how necessary rest is for you mortals. But if you have any questions feel free to seek me out, won't you?" He and his neverborn channeled the seed into the back of her mind... the counterintuitive desire to seek him out for promises of something more.

He watched her delicate throat swallow air as she nodded. "Of- of course. Thank you for entertaining my thoughts." He watched her curtsy as she walked over to the door and quietly left. He could hear the way she took off running after a few moments and his eyes fluttered with pleasure as the predator was fully out now as she made the little mistake of r̸̟̘͎̲̒̇́͒u̵̜̮̣̹̘͐̔n̷̡̧̹̻͠n̶̪͕̒͒̔̀͝i̸̗̖̳̊͠͝n̵̺̲̍͝g̸̡̟̙̯͉̿̒̏̚͘

He was going to thoroughly enjoy r̵̘̥̻̠̃̕u̵̡͎͊̈́͑̉̎i̴̹̪͂̓̔̂̕n̶̛̻̋̂̕͘i̵̱̯̳͐̍͒̐͜ṇ̴̭̒g̶̲̗͑̒͐̕ her. The flock wouldn't notice one little ewe missing? She still played like she was a lamb who couldn't get in trouble... so would that make him the wolf or the ram? He chuckled darkly to himself as he unabashedly started to relive the ache between his legs. Oh he was certainly going to have fun.

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These guys and their gfs. smh 😔

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[suzanna-polixena]

Lorgar and Magnus having a long conversation about the wonders of the universe.

One more stylized work of mine. Love this style, it looks deceitfully easy, but proves to be a fun challenge each time.

[skinnedbutalive]

Had a huge convo with a friend of mine about how our rpg might end... so here's a Daemon Prince Che'Moer. Don't ask…

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[galgannet]

The mysterious Hayot is a loyal servants of Chaos. He travels the galaxy in search of the most faithful apostles to help them realize their true potential and calling, a reward too great to befall a mere slave, to become the ultimate sacrifice to the benevolent Gods. Not all take his preaching to heart and many resist but his arguments had many change their mind.

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kharna & argell tal after gladiator pits

[tagedeszorns]

All of them.

They are available as stickers/shirts/on mugs/whatever in my Redbubble-shop.

[nevesmose]

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