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Me: I need to see wholesome facts about the Primarchs, I need to forget about the horrors. *Me watching wholesome facts about the Primarchs and still remembering the horrors*
BTW you have my permission to drop more wholesome facts or headcannons of them. I'll leave some I already know in the tags.
#me when vulkan (that's it)#me when vulkan and sanguinius hugged rogal#me when rogal and his grandpa (THE BLANCKET GUYS THE BLANCKET)#me when perturabo and magnus were bros#me when fulgrim and ferrus were bros#me when fulgrim pre-heresy existed#me when jaghatai and magnus had that conversation#me when guilliman and his mom (that's it)#me when magnus encouranged the thousand sons to have hobbies#me when corvus is a carrying leader to his legion#warhammer 40000#warhammer 40k#wh40k#primarch#primarchs#rogal dorn#vulkan#magnus the red#sanguinius#fulgrim#ferrus manus#perturabo#my posts
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Hello I hope you are having a good week! I love your blog and anons so much <3 (The Horus feet post lives rent free in my head)
Your hc about Sanguinius having a secret possessive streak activated a neuron in my brain because its been stuck in my head for days and Im completely normal about him I promise :') my request:
His possessiveness rearing its head unexpectedly for the first time. To the point it even surprises him with how grumpy it makes him feel. His lover had only really been around him and his sons since theyd gotten together so he is caught off guard by this sudden anger.
She is meeting a few of his brothers for the first time at some kind of meeting and she laughing and smiling with Vulkan or maybe Fulgrim is being a little TOO friendly with her and Sanguinius just feels this red hot rage rip thru him without warning.
He goes to his lover and tensely bids his brother goodbye and herds her back to their shared quarters for some totally-normal-not-jealous-at-all sex (and a little bitey blood drinking) leaving her a total mess
If this is too specific, grumpy possessive vampire pigeon boyfriend is all I crave. Angry Sangy hits different...
Author's Note: Tried to write this normally and really struggled, so I decided to do a flashback style just to make it easier on me.
Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Rough sex, Biting, Blood play, Possessive behavior
When you first awoke the feeling of lightheadedness overtook you immediately, and you drifted off asleep again for a short while longer.
After you woke for the second time, you noticed your Angel’s absence and leaned up to look around.
The Red Tear has been Sanguinius’ home for quite awhile now, and this trip back to Terra was well deserved. Even if much was unexpected.
A lot had changed in this time away. You first and foremost. He had left Terra with just his legion, and was now returning with a beloved at his side. It was very clear upon his arrival that this was the most interesting news.
Horus had been the first to greet him, giving him a friendly one armed hug. You had tucked yourself behind Raldoron when Sanguinius had waved for you to come forward, and put his hand on your shoulder. Raldoron stood close watch- on edge with an instinctive protectiveness triggered by your nervousness.
“I would like you to meet someone,”
Sanguinius had first told Horus. Horus then went and told Fulgrim. Fulgrim told Ferrus, who then complained to Vulkan. Vulkan was more chaste and didn’t gossip, but did say he was going to meet Sanguinius and his beloved upon passing Jaghatai.
Suddenly then all the Primarchs currently on Terra were crowding around his beloved sniffing around, and Sanguinius was furious.
You had only ever been around him and his sons since he had first fallen in love with you; To see others crowding around looking at you, asking you questions that teeter on the edge of too personal, watching as you struggle to keep your own head and answer without wilting under an unfamiliar primarch aura?
He hated it.
Seeing Vulkan smile at you made him want to throw his spear into his chest.
Seeing Fulgrim put a hand on your shoulder made him want to tear the Phoenician's throat out with his teeth.
Horus’ smile and jokes about you grounding the angel made him watch to wrap his hands around the Warmaster’s neck.
Sanguinius had snatched you and dragged you away the moment he had an opening to, pushing you in the direction of his Terran bedchambers.
'You smell like them.'
His nose wrinkled in disgust.
You should smell like him; The oil on his feathers, the scent of his own sweat and skin. Sometimes you smell like his sons when you are within a close proximity of them for awhile, which is less offensive that what it is currently, but not preferred.
He threw you into the bed, the messy unmade blankets bunching around you as fluffy down flies up. Sanguinius’ quarters are surprisingly messy, and his constant feather losses make the places he spends most a fluffy explosion of down and a few flight feathers.
He never spoke as he caged you under his body, looking down at you with a fierce gaze before his lips trapped your own. You felt the warmth of them, the way his tongue brushed against your lips and demands entry. His fangs are sharp- they nick your lips almost every time he deepens a kiss, and you end up with little droplets of blood on the inside of your waterline.
You can still fell the broken skin this morning, licking your bottom lip.
Something about him snapped, what was normally a gentle and soft man who touched you like you were made of glass suddenly was throwing you around, growling and snorting like little more than an animal.
'S-Sang-'
You could barely even finish his name as his fingers drove deeper into your cunt, and you could tell he was in a rush. Your grit your teeth and moaned, teetering on the knife's edge of pain too intense for you to enjoy, as his hot breath fanned over your skin and his fingers curled and beckoned you from deep inside your cunt. His lips hovered over the large vein of your neck, feeling the pulse of your racing heart just beneath your skin.
When he pulled them out you whimpered at the ache, the way your thighs shook along with your whole body. Sanguinius grabbed your hips and you sucked in air at the intensity, flipping you on your stomach.
'Up.'
When you don't understand his request immediately he gently rapped his hand over your ass and listened to you squeal out after the sound of smacked flesh rang out; Soon after you shifted to push your hips higher in the air for him.
You can still feel the echo of that lingering slap. You lay sideways in bed, wrapped in a thick red blanket trying to ignore the aches. You can still feel in your cunt the soreness as well, more than usual.
The feeling of the fat head of his cock popping past your entrance made you grit your teeth and whine, hands gripping the blankets. Sanguinius kept pushing, listening to your soft noises of half protest until he seated himself fully inside of you and his balls pressed against your clit.
The bruises of his harsh thrusts, hips slapping against your ass and forming a chorus of skin on skin, wet sounds of your cunt tightening and leaking around his cock- are still blossoming, if not in color but in pain.
Normally Sanguinius is gentle enough that you only get a muscle ache at most, but in his lack of self control you now struggle to get out of the bed and get dressed.
‘Their eyes may wander but yours won’t; You are mine.’
You felt the way he thrusts deep into you, slipping through your walls as the tip of his cock knocks against places untouched by everyone but him. The thick base of his cock stretched your entrance far enough that it almost burned, but in an almost pain that had tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and hiccuping moans in your throat.
Sanguinius is rarely rough; But when he is you feel like you can barely survive it, despite your cunt crying for more leaking around him like you’ve never wanted him more.
After he filled you to the brim and had your cunt throbbing with your heart beat from overstimulation, he pulled out of you and listened to the defeated, quiet whine as you feel the stretch from the head of his cock popping out of your entrance.
‘Tilt your head.’
You weakly let him in, feeling his hot skin fan over your own. He bites and listened to the way you hiss, whimpering in pain. He laps at your neck for a few moments before pulling away, finding a spot closer to your shoulder.
He bit again and again, each time enjoying the way your skin broke and blood flooded his mouth. When your eyes watered in pain his hand slipped between your legs to distract you, brushing over your throbbing clit and feeling the way your hole leaks his own cum onto his hand as well as your growing arousal as he toys with you.
Your neck still aches, and your head feels a bit light. You almost stumble walking out of his bedchambers, walking down the hall and wrapped your arms around yourself.
“My lady?”
You hear a familiar voice of the chapter master, who you presume is attempting to find Sanguinius same as you.
He quickly notices your somewhat disheveled state of dress and look, glancing over you curiously. His face is still stoic with only a slight layer of concern and curiosity.
“Are you alright?”
Raldoron comes closer and watches you nearly stumble, before righting yourself. He reaches a hand outward to steady you, but you don’t need it.
“Oh yes I’ll be fine, just tired. It was a long return trip to Terra.
You shift slightly and feel the ache in your neck- wincing in pain. Raldoron’s eyes drift downward, before his expression changes.
He suddenly has trouble making eye contact with you, which is odd. Raldoron is one of the more talkative of the Astartes you know. You reach up to rub your sore neck and feel skin-
You forgot to wear something to cover the marks.
Raldoron can see the full abuse Sanguinus- his genefather - had done to you the evening before, and is awkwardly standing there like it’s eating him alive.
“…Perhaps you should rest some more, my lady.”
Raldoron is clearly trying to avoid the subject, as are you. The sound of much heavier footsteps is like a savior in the darkest of times.
“There you are, my love.”
Sanguinus approaches, looking bright and alert with a lovely smile. He looks like he slept wonderfully, his face fuller and brighter. He greets Raldoron as well, before furrowing his brow as he notices the look on Raldoron’s face and the way you are pulling at the collar of your clothes.
“Is something wrong?”
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I have not made made a generic hc post about the primarch in a LONG time. I miss it, and it's good for the warhammer tumblr ecosystem. So, without further waiting....
Primarch, and the absolutely shitty gifts they give each others for a White Elephants gift exchange
Roboute: A classic coffee mug (primarch sized!) Filled with sweets and a indestructible fancy fountain pen. The mug say "World Most Okay Dad" on it, and he joke that it apply to them all.
Lion: a stuffed bird. The number of eyes on it is vaguely unnerving. It's unclear wich way is the head suppose to go, and all agree that it's probably an awful mutant bird. Lion is too proud to admit that it's just a really shotty taxidermy he made himself.
Alpharius Omegon: They give a series of mysterious CD in blank case, wich is a very rare and hard to read format on most ship! It's the entire series of MLP:FiM, famous lost media in the 30th millenium.
Rogal: A thick, sturdy, and perfectly elegant multi bit screwdriver, with extra standard bits put in the handle. Give a proud presentation on it, explaining it's superior design and all it's ergonomic features. It's 45 min long.
Perturabo: it's a coupon that say "one (1) construction from me and my legion, free of complaining. Valid until the 31th millenium." It's the most popular gift of the night.
Corvus: slipper and kigurumi, all crow themed. They are *adorable*. Sadly, the size is a bit tight and vaguely indecent on the more muscular primarch.
Lorgar: a traditional colchian tea set, with hand dried craft teas! The set is beautiful, and the teas prove to be only mildly hallucinogenic.
Konrad: A very, VERY pretty embroidered set of throw pillow! They have delicate pattern of flower and nature imagery... And are made with human hair. Konrad is very proud of himself, and even more of the absolute bloody screaming his gift create when he explain it.
Sanguinius: put out by Konrad's gift, but he also made a pillow, but this one filled with his own feathers. Has surprising property against nightmare.
Vulkan: He was actually sweet, and brought homemade hot sauce, his mother's recipe! The problem is that the stuff is so strong, it's considered a dangerous chemical in most of the galaxy. Can be used as jet fuel.
Horus: Edible sexy underwear. Insist that whoever gets it has to wear it, and jokingly say that, if they are too shy, he can do a demonstration himself.
Mortarion: a succulent growing kit. Even his most dumbasses of brother should be able to keep a succulent alive, right? Doesn't mention that it's an highly invasive species that will colonise the entire ship of his poor victime.
Jaghatai: a foal. Yes, he carry a whole ass live animal to the gift exchange, and keep insisting that it's an appropriate gift. The horse is chewing on Magnus' hair.
Leman: Mad that he didn't think of bringing a puppy, but he has the most amazing looking collection of smoked salmon, caviar and preserved fish to offer.
Magnus: his patience is wearing thin, but he still offer a perfectly beautiful robe, that act as an honest to good mood ring and change color depending on the person's aura.
Fulgrim: A painting of himself! Wich is actually a joke, it's just a thin and hand painted decorative paper covering the true gift: a painting of all their family, together. Get called a try hard.
Ferrus: a collection of very pretty crystals and fossils! Wich he arranged in a chocolate box, and explain that those are his favorite flavors.
Angron: A punching bag that even *he* find durable. He made sure of it, by thoroughly testing it before giving it out, wich explain it's used appearance.
I know exactly who gets what..... Yall want to know in a part 2 ;)?
#warhammer 40k#warhammer#wh40k#primarch#primarch headcanon#fulgrim#konrad curze#perturabo#magnus the red#mortarion#horus lupercal#alpharius omegon#angron#lorgar aurelian#lion el'johnson#roboute guilliman#sanguinius#ferrus manus#jaghatai khan#corvus corax#vulkan#leman russ#rogal dorn
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Y'know what? I'm feeling salty AND spicy today. You wanna know my 30k/40k hot take? The biggest missed opportunity IMHO?
TRAITOR VULKAN, LOYALIST CURZE!
How incredibly THEMATIC would it be for the guy whose single defining trait is care for human life (and maybe even other forms of life) to be so disgusted by the Imperium and its actions that he turns his back on it? Only to be branded a villain and a monster? What if Vulkan actually did something with his convictions? How much depth would it add to the Salamanders as a chapter to have them continue to try and protect the people who rejected them? Even as it becomes increasingly painful and impossible? Hell, they already have the element of people being scared of them because they...look different (actually that legit makes me uncomfortable, seriously GW what the fuck? But a lot to unpack) Anyway, that's some actually grimdark shit.
And speaking of grimdark, yeah those guys playing Marco Pollo in the orphan-blood pit? Those are the Imperium's guys! Imperium loves their wacky antics. It's not like Curze didn't get away with all that when he was on team Big E (Vulkan sure objected tho). Isn't that so much more in keeping with the Lawful Evil Meat Grinder Regime the Imperium is supposed to represent? Curze being a traitor is boring. It doesn't say anything! Loyalist Curze reaffirms so much of what the themes of 40k should be.
#warhammer 40k#hot takes#vulkan#konrad curze#seriously how did nobody at gw think of this?#like vulkan being chill with the Imperium makes no damn sense#come on i thought you people loved tragedy?#what is more tragic than this???#salamanders probably would not have gone into the warp (like alpha legion)#but hey if they did...cool dragon mutations#i rest my case
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Omg your writing is exactly what I want and need <3 Maybe some breeding? Guilliman or the Lion (it seems it would fit them the best). Wanting to claim and curious about if their seed could knock up a regular human. Keep up the good work ^^
Day 17
I love blueberry man
Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x reader
Warnings: a bit of fulgrim existing, breeding, you get yoinked, your dad sells you to the imperium wattpad style, arranged marriage
The mirror reflected my image back to me as the serf did up my corset.
“You're a very lucky woman. Marrying the Lord Guilliman.” she cooed.
I hadn't felt all that lucky. I'd barely known him a month before I stood at the altar with him.
I could see my father's face in my mind's eye telling me that my husband had been chosen. As his daughter and the princess of our world it was my duty to keep our world from ruin.
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“If you don't do this, they will force our world into submission.”
“But he'll take me away. I'll never see you again.” I'd been crying as he sat me down and hugged me.
“He will be a good husband and this marriage will give us some favorable terms under the rule of the emperor of Terra. He promised us this and he is a good sort of man.”
“I haven't even met him yet.”
“You will tonight. He's our guest of honor at the banquet.”
I fought back tears. This was my duty, my people needed me.
--
“Oh don't cry my lady. You'll streak the blush.”
The serf gave me a reassuring pat.
“I'm just so worried that I'll never see my family again.” I admitted in a wobbly voice.
“Oh dear, you'll have plenty of family once you marry Lord Guilliman. He has thousands of sons. And I'm sure there will be a few more along the way now that you're here.”
She said conspiratorially.
“I'm sure you're right.” I admitted.
He was quite fetching I had to admit. Lord Guilliman was a very handsome man and any woman would feel lucky to marry someone like him.
Besides, this marriage would be good for your world. The protection it would afford you from those awful xeno raids was just another thing you couldn't afford to give up.
“What's he like?” I asked absently, my mind wandering. I'd only met him twice now and both times had been with chaperones from both sides.
“Lord Guilliman is very noble, my lady, and he's honorable. Smart as they come too. He's quite gentle with us all as well. Doesn't put us littler baseline people down either.”
She nodded and began fixing my hair.
“Do you suppose he'll be a good husband? A fair one?”
“Oh he'll be the best no doubt. When he's not busy mind you.” I nodded.
“Of course. He has much to do.”
“Aye, he does. Now give us a turn. Let us see you.”
I gave a slow turn and all the assembled hand maids and serfs ooo'd and gushed.
“Well isn't she just the loveliest thing you ever saw?” One of them cooed. They were all so kind and it helped ease my nerves to know that I would have them to help me.
The ceremony had been grand, by all standards, even for someone from my station.
The Ultramarines, my new ‘family’ were giant men in giant suits of armor, my new husband introduced me to so many my head spun.
But my husband and his sons were not the only giants to attend. My new brother- in-law had come to see this, apparently, an odd occurrence.
They varied in personality vastly. But they came bearing gifts and well wishes. Their sons, who I was beginning to understand, were called legions, joined us as well.
Sanguinius and Vulkan had been the sweetest.
I adored them. They did a good job reassuring me as well that I was in good hands. That their brother would be a dutiful husband and that he would not mistreat me.
They did more to put aside any fears I had than everyone before. I couldn't help but trust them.
I looked to my husband who was speaking to another man in purple.
He was lovely, with violet eyes and long silky white hair. He seemed to be teasing his brother and I smiled thinking of my own family.
Hopefully, I'd be able to have a few children soon, it would soothe the ache I knew I would feel.
“So brother, your wife is a darling little thing isn't she?” Fulgrim chirped, I knew it was the set up to something more and I downed my wine.
“If you have something to say Fulgrim then just say it.”
He pouted and lounged in his chair more dramatically.
“I'm surprised you didn't marry her off to one of your captains, or one of your other sons. But I can't say that I blame you.”
“Her father would not accept anyone from a lower station, he was..adamant.”
Fulgrim laughed, it was a silvery sound. “Oh brother, you are so lucky you got to this world instead of me. I would have grabbed her up in a heartbeat. Perhaps I should marry again. To have a sweet little thing to warm my bed.”
“I didn't marry her just to deflower her.” I felt the scowl darken my face.
“Naturally not. But you will, will you not? As her husband you will have to perform and be dutiful. A wedding is only half concluded until it is consummated.”
My cheeks grew hot. “I am not going to discuss my bedroom activities with you Fulgrim. I will do as is expected of me as her husband. But I will mto be a lecherous pervert and run around giving away everything. If you're going to be disgusting, do it elsewhere.”
Fulgrim shook his head at me and sighed.
“Well how about this? Do you think you'll be able to? Will you be able to even make her a mother?”
I was about to reply with some very heated words but stopped. The question shocked me.
“I will do as my duty demands.” I told him simply.
I looked at my wife, she was much smaller than me. Half my height and so…delicate. Sex would be a minefield to navigate. I may not have known her well. But she had been kind, and I felt certain of her good character.
“Pardon me.” I pulled myself away from the conversation and went to my wife.
“They're about to make the speeches. We should return to the table.”
I turned to look up at my husband and nodded.
He offered me his massive hand and I went with him at his side.
“Have you enjoyed your evening my Lord?” I asked softly, he looked at me quizzically.
“I am your husband, there is no need for formalities. Call me Roboute.”
“Ah. Right.” I blushed. “Have you enjoyed the evening so far, Roboute?”
He smiled. It was a gentle gesture and my heart fluttered like a bird trapped in a cage.
“I have.”
People went up to a podium, one by one, giving their admiration and care in the form of stories and well wishes. I learned much from the stories told about his time on the battlefield.
His older brother, Horus, gave a very moving speech before he addressed me personally and wished me luck dealing with his stubborn blood.
People laughed and it was all in good fun. Even Roboute laughed and stood to embrace his brother.
My own family spoke, proud as anything and I felt teary eyed again as my mother wished me luck in my journey as a woman. Telling me how much she loved me.
A few tears did fall and my husband touched my back softly.
After the festivities, people either left or broke into smaller groups to talk.
“Where will we be staying tonight?” I asked Roboute.
He looked down at me and answered in a polite and quiet voice.
“My flagship. The Macragge's Honour. Your belongings will be moved there so we may leave in the next few days.”
I nodded.
My hearts hammered as I realized I would have to sleep with her in my bed, and we would have to at least try for a child.
Oddly enough, it wasn't embarrassment or discomfort that I was feeling. It was a rush like the thrill of the battle before it began.
I was anticipating this new turn in my life.
I swept her up. Careful of her dress and carried her in my arms. “Roboute?” She squeaked.
“Is it not a tradition to carry your wife over the threshold of her new home?”
“It is, but your ship is still in orbit. It'll take some time to get there.”
“Then I will carry you all the while.”
I could feel her heart racing, the same as mine. Was it excitement that made it beat so fast and so loud, or fear?”
I could only hope it was the former. I did not want my own wife to be fearful of me.
That anxiety was laid to rest as she placed her head on my chest relaxing into me. Some of my brothers whooped and cheered as I carried my bride away.
“Have fun brother.” I heard Fulgrim laugh. Oh I would..I hoped.
Roboute carried me the whole way just as he said.
His ship was the biggest thing I’d ever seen.
And his room was bigger than the main banquet hall of my father's castle.
He set me down and touched my cheek softly.
“I want you to be comfortable. Please if this is not something you want, I need to know. But otherwise I am intent to do my duty as your husband. And consummate our marriage.”
I shivered, he was being so kind. I'd heard so many horrible stories of new husbands just forcing that contact on their wives, but here he was offering me a choice.
“I would like..” I thought for a moment, trying not to imagine anything too lewd.
“I would like to try.” I breathed and he nodded.
“Shall I have a serf help you prepare? I am not so experienced in undoing clothes and hair.”
I shook my head. “Let me undress, then perhaps we could bathe and.. get used to one another.”
“A sound idea.” He agreed and began to undress.
His body was amazing. Perfect even. I couldn't help but stare as he revealed his body to me. Laying his clothes over a chair neatly.
“Are you going to undress with me?”
I stared at him dumbfounded and nodded.
He chuckled. “Is the view really all that good.”
My mouth moved before my brain and I blurted, “Oh yeah.”
Roboute blushed, and not lightly either. His cheeks were like the blood angels battle plate.
“I- um, thank you.”
I nodded.
I fumbled a bit gracelessly for the strings keeping my corset together.
I managed but I felt foolish.
I dropped the dress and stepped out of it, moving on the pins holding my hair. Quite aware of his gaze on me.
She was lovely, I hadn't imagined such a thing of beauty would be under all of those clothes. She rivaled even the most masterfully sculpted statues of my home.
I wanted to reach out and touch her skin, it looked so soft.
I resisted, not wanting to be too forward.
“You are very lovely.” I breathed and snapped my mouth shut, having not meant to speak the words aloud.
Her eyes sparkled, just as magnificent as the rest of her.
“I will take you to the bath.” I told her, lifting her until my arms. She gasped and I nearly put her down again.
But get arms snaked around my neck. I find that anticipation returning along with the question Fulgrim posed to me.
Could I give her children? I would have to try.
The bathroom was spacious and the tub would have more than enough room for us both, it could fit several of my brothers and I for a communal bath. But for tonight it was just us.
I ran the water, setting my little wife down on a bench.
“Shall I bring some oils? They feel wonderful after a bath.”
“I've never used them before.”
“I will help you.” I assured her.
Once the water was to an acceptable depth I stepped in, offering her a hand into the hot water.
The water was deeper than I had anticipated, it was like a hot pool.
Roboute took me into his lap and I felt like I was going to faint. He was my husband, but I'd never been alone with a man, other than my father, much less naked with one.
And here I was, sitting in his lap, naked as a bird and feeling all sorts of ways about it.
His hands ran over my skin, massaging soaps into my back and arms.
He was bathing me, like I was a kid.
“I-I can wash myself.” I stammered, he chuckled and it sent rippling little waves through the water.
“I know, but I want you to relax.”
“Oh.”
My hand reached for the bottle and I poured some into my hand, rubbing down his chest, my fingers brushing through the very fine blond hairs there.
He hummed and his hands scrubbed lower.
We spent our time like that, rubbing and bathing one another, I moved closer to reach his shoulders and found myself against something hard under the water.
“Hmm?”
He coughed and apologized.
“Why are you apologizing?” I giggled still confused.
I reached down to try and move the thing out of the way with my hand, grabbing it. Roboute groaned and it dawned on me just what I'd just done.
“oh….” I mumbled and slumped against him. “sorry…” his hand rested on my back.
“Don't be. It's yours to do with as you please.” He mused.
It was, wasn’t it? I ran my hand up and down the length of it. Exploring the velvety softness.
“It’s big.”
“What did you expect?” He breathed, seeming to enjoy the touch.
“Well, I'm not really sure. This is all new to me.”
Roboute sank into the water washing the soap from our bodies before standing.
“Let’s get dry, I’ll rub you down with that oil.”
His towels, like everything else, were massive. I got lost in the plush fabric and my poor husband had to help orient me towards the bed.
I sat on the edge and pulled the towel down to look up at him. He was actively drying his body and I followed his example.
While I was drying Roboute vanished back into the bathroom. He returned with a clay vase of body oil.
“Lay back.”
My body moved, I found myself unable to disobey the command.
He knelt on the bed next to me, his body causing the bed to dip. I had to put out an arm to keep from rolling.
Roboute kneeled between my legs, pouring oil into his open palm.
“Just relax and let me work.”
I nodded.
His hands ran over me bare chest and down my stomach, the oil felt warm applied by his hands.
The big pads of his finger tips massaged my thighs and I moaned as he worked the tension out of my muscles.
He was skilled with his hands.
I was so lost in the feeling I didn’t notice him bending low until his lips were on my throat, kissing and nibbling. My fingers combed through his hair, holding him closer.
“Roboute~” I gasped.
“Yes, my wife?” He purred back. His fingers sliding between my thighs, pressing to my womanhood.
His lips touched mine, one oil slicked finger pushing in. The oil acts as a sufficient lubricant to ease his way in, making me squeak.
“Shall we begin the consummation of our marriage my husband?” I asked, my voice tremulous.
“That was the idea, yes.”
I looked down at her, her body soft under my own. I had certainly made up my mind on the matter. I would bed her as frequently as I was able. We had to make our way back to Terra now, so that I could present her to my father. That would provide ample time to see if our biology was compatible. I was surprised to find that I was beyond hopeful that it was. She was a good woman and I was sure she would care for a family well. I’d also taken her from her home and her family. If I could not provide her with children.. The thought killed me inside. I slipped my finger in as far as I could, watching her writhe under me. Her breaths quickening as I pet her inner walls. The oils mixed with her natural slick. I was fascinated by the way her body pulled my finger back in after I pulled it back. Taking the oil I poured more over her. Tending to her gently. I felt pride with each sound I drew from her soft lips.
“The oil..” She sat up and I felt a rush of worry, was it hurting her? Was I hurting her?
“Yes? What about it?”
“May I see it?” She held out her palm to me and I understood, lifting the jug to pour some into her hand.
“What are you-?” I choked on my own breath as she grabbed hold of my cock, stroking me and kissing my lips.
“Is this good?”
“Very.” It felt good, being touched in that way. The strokes were a bit uncertain at first but steadily grew with confidence as my own voice joined hers.
“I need to prepare you to take me. May I push one more in?”
She nodded and kissed me softly. “Yes, please.”
My ring finger joined the middle and I felt her body stretching to accommodate the width of both. I watched as her face scrunched with pain.
“Breath, deep breaths, it'll help ease the pain.”
She obeyed readily, and my manhood twitched. Would she always obey so well? If so, we were probably going to be doing this even more than previously assumed.
“Good girl. Taking me so well. ” I praised, my fingers pulling out and pushing back in. I added a bit more oil and kept the pace slow and steady, letting her body acclimate to the affection.
I had her there for all of two minutes before her body tensed and her walls clamped around me, my fingers suddenly became a lot wetter and stickier.
“Good girl,” I crooned again, “cum for me, just like that.”
Her hand was still lazily holding my cock and I watched as a thick pearl of precum dripped onto her lower lips. I pushed it in with a thumb.
“I need you, my darling wife.”
Her eyes focused on mine and she reached up for me. Grabbing at me and smiling dreamily. “Then have me.”
I did, lining up my cock and pulling her onto it inch by inch.
If I had thought his fingers stretched me then I hadn't felt anything yet. His cock was thick and filled me completely.
I felt my head fall back and I cried out, but the preparations from before made it not only bearable, but after a point, completely mind blowing.
His cock pressed all the places he'd been petting before.
Making my already tingling nerves shout at the new source of stimulation.
Sunk to the hilt he stopped and I whined reaching up to take his cheeks into my hands.
“I will give you time to adjust, don't worry.” He promised.
I felt myself grumble, grumpily.
“I don't need time to adjust.”
He looked down at me, confusion morphing into understanding, then amusement.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” I whined again.
“Is my princess in need. Does she want me to make the burning ache go away?”
I did. I very much did.
“Yes, I need my primarch to make me feel good.”
His mouth descended on mine and he kissed me hard, his cock pulling out of me before thrusting back in.
“Like that?” He teased.
“Exactly like that.” I panted under him.
He wrapped his arms around the oil from my skin brushing off onto his.
He kissed me, his hips working a steady rhythm.
His body was hot, like the bath water and it kept me warm in the big room. His cock was also hot inside me. I wanted more of this, more love, more touches, more everything.
He seemed to be feeling the same, his eyes were closed tight and I kissed the tip of his nose. He faltered in his pace and I laughed, as he smiled and returned the gesture.
Neither of us lasted very long that first round. I came hard on his cock and he gave me the first of many loads.
The room was quiet, except for our breathing.
I laid in Robute's arms, kissing him over and over.
“I think they were right.” I spoke, breaking the silence.
“Who was right about what?” He asked, puzzled.
“Your brothers. I think you will be a wonderful husband.”
He hugged me tighter and pressed her forehead to mine.
“I will try.”
A month passed on our journey back to Terra. I had awoken the past two days feeling ill. Roboute took me to the Apothecaries on the third day. Fearful I had contracted some ailment while aboard the ship.
We'd been active almost everyday for that month. Except the past three and I was feeling needy again.
The apothecary came rushing in from the lab looking at his father and I with a look of awe in his expression.
“What is it?” Roboute demanded. His son stared at the database and he grinned.
“Congratulations, father.” He motioned to me and I thought I began to comprehend.
“Our mother is with child.” He announced.
Before I could speak Roboute had me up in his arms. Kissing my cheeks and face, laughing and cheering.
“Please, my son. May I have the results. Send them to me.”
Later that night Roboute called his brother.
“Brother! How is married life?” Fulgrim asked delightedly and sipped his wine.
Roboute sent the results to his brother. And watched as the fuzzy green image spat out the mouthful of wine and coughed.
“I guess we have our answer now. Don't we? Good night brother.”
Roboute terminated the connection and went back, intent on celebrating with his wife.
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A Piece of Innocence: The Vision
Summary: Konrad Curze doesn't believe in innocence. But still he finds it in you, not noticing the madness. Because he himself is mad.
Konrad Curze/fem!Reader (Vulkan/fem!Reader background)
Warnings: yandere, obsession
Word count: 1509
Author's Note: This entire series or drabbles (hard to say) is an attempt to write a story from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. So some facts may deliberately contradict each other. Especially considering that Konrad could see several versions of the future. This means that history itself also has many paths.
Song: Avenged Sevenfold - A Little Piece of Heaven
Before the story begins Is it such a sin For me to take what's mine Until the end of time?
The foggy world Anua was pitiful. They surrendered to the Night Lords immediately. The Legion did not even need to show the recordings from the planet, which nevertheless decided to resist. For a moment it seemed to Konrad Curze that this planet would soon break out in rebellion. It is only trying to avert his gaze, to deceive.
But having descended to the surface, the primarch realized that these people would never go against the Imperium. There were catastrophically few people here for the whole planet. About a million. As the local rulers later explained, too many wars were fought on Anua and the world was engulfed in plague many times. As a result, humanity almost disappeared.
And only crumbs of the former world remained. There were strict laws here, but preaching mercy. People did not kill each other, did not steal, did not rape. There were no wars here, people did not know how to fight. Peace reigned here. Anua was the world that Konrad wanted to build on Nostramo.
Lie. Illusion. It doesn't happen that way. Wrong.
Vulkan tried to assure Konrad that he was mistaken (alas, their ships were heading in the same direction, the company was conducted together). But Konrad didn't believe it. There is no such thing as innocence (Vulkan can lie to himself as much as he wants, but Curze knows the truth; they both are monsters).
As soon as the servant of the people (as the rulers of Anua were called; hypocrites) learned about imperial technologies, he immediately beamed. And he asked whether the Imperium could heal wounded souls, peaceful people whose minds had been damaged. Vulkan assured that Terra would show them such mercy and the ruler decided to show the “unclean” irregular creatures who were like this from birth. Because of biochemicals that were once used in warfare.
About 30 people, no more. They were all kept in a special house where they were monitored. They looked after and cared for. They were useless, but mercy was dictated in Anua. Konrad only laughed to himself at this stupidity, but when he saw these unclean ones with his own eyes, he realized that he was mistaken. Fulgrim said that such a feeling could be experienced at the sight of a painting, listening to music, or in the arms of a lover.
Feeling beautiful. They were wonderful.
Men and women, even children, were walking around the garden. Some laughed like madmen, others looked at one point. One man tried to walk on all fours. Two little twin girls desperately tried to blend in in the same clothes, despite the entreaties of the peepers. There was no malice in them, there was no violence or anything wrong in them. They are...
“They are mad,” Vulkan whispered in horror.
Innocent.
“I hoped that you could help them,” whispered the servant of the people, wiping away tears. What a fake. - “Alas, our genes were damaged. Many are weak, we would die if not for our technology. But some people are born with some kind of damage to the brain. They don't understand what they are doing. They don't understand this world. And if you took them to Terra and studied them in order to save them-"
“No,” the primarch’s whisper feels more like steel. Many keepers turn their attention to them, trembling like rats. But not innocent, no. They were in their own world.
"No?" - the ruler is shaking disgustingly, sweat flows down his forehead.
"No. They are innocent. They're fine. They shouldn't change." - The primarch curls his lips and walks forward. He is not going to listen to the pleas of a mortal or the entreaties of Vulkan. This world is wonderful, Konrad did not intend to drag it into the mud.
He wandered around the garden for a long time. Even too much. In Anua the bright sun shone, unlike Nostramo. But still, it didn’t hurt his eyes so much because of the fog here. The whole valley was like a dream. Perhaps he would have continued to wander around the garden before returning to Nightfall. But he met you.
Or rather, you met him. Saw him from afar and decided to follow. You were afraid of his pale skin and the unnatural blackness of his eyes, Konrad knew this. But he felt, he heard, he saw in your every movement that you were afraid of everything. It’s as if a stranger finds herself in another world, too different from her own.
“Did you come from the sky?” - you quickly babble a question and hide behind a tree. Konrad can only see your small hand and the left side of your face. Curiosity was eating you up. - “Are there other creatures living on the stars? Are we not alone?
You didn't even consider him as a human. Konrad just chuckled at your words, but you continued to watch. You waited until he stopped laughing and answered your question. But a man could kill you right here and no one would know. But your innocence was eating you up.
And devoured him.
"Yes. Yes, I came from the skies.” - the man almost suffocates, looking at your small figure. - “From a world where only night reigns. I ruled there for many, many years. Night Haunter. That's how they called me.”
You look at him carefully, looking him up and down. Konrad did not get his name as an ordinary man or primarch, he was a ghost to his world. The Hand That Wounds. Fulgrim explained to him that it was easier for people to call him Konrad, so he must accept a “gift” from his father the Emperor...
“Beautiful name,” you whisper quietly and completely hide behind the tree. And yet you have to leave your shelter as soon as you hear the call for dinner. You're tender and sweet, weak as a bird, getting tangled up in your legs as you run up the hill. But you still manage to shout after him. - “Goodbye!”
Innocence. A wonderful naivety that the Night Haunter never dreamed of seeing. Right before his eyes, it flew away, led by alien voices, villains in sheep's clothing who dream of tearing it apart. Who wants to remake you into something “normal”.
A pale face is painted with a predatory smile, and a shrill laugh sweeps through the quiet garden. Saliva runs down his chin, which Konrad immediately licks. He shouldn't be seen in this state. He looked and behaved nobly when he became ruler of Nostramo, so why did he sometimes have seizures?
That's what Fulgrim liked to say. But the Phoenician did not see what Konrad saw. He did not see his terrifying future, which would tear him in half. You didn't see your future either. And to his surprise and delight, the Night Haunter was also unaware of how your fate would turn out.
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“You can't do this.” - the primarch of the Night Lords hisses almost like a snake. His entire appearance evokes desperate horror among mortals. But not Vulkan.
"I can. I also participated in this campaign. I stepped on this earth with you.” - His brother’s red eyes seethe with anger, but he does his best to restrain it. If only the people dear to him would not think that he was the same monster. - “The people of Anua need help and I will give it to them. Terra has the best medicine possible, we can save them.”
“You will kill them.”
Konrad saw it. Saw what the best minds of Terra would do. They will open the brains of the unfortunate victims and conduct experiments on them. They will understand how to avoid this mutation, they will understand how to create a new weapon with a worse effect. And the dead bodies of the innocent will be thrown into the pit because they will no longer be needed. Vulkan will regret this, oh, he will suffer and blame himself.
“I made a decision. Don’t try to convince me or stop me.”
But not now. Now the primarch has turned into a dragon, ready to pounce on anyone. Konrad knew that he could leave his brother, convince him to give up this idea, preserve his innocence... but that future was so far away. It was impossible.
“You can do whatever you want with Anua. Let this world be under your protection, I don’t care. But only on one condition.” - Vulkan looks at the primarch incredulously, but Konrad doesn’t care. He didn't see you among the bodies. Didn't see your death. You will live.
“I’ll take one person. Only one. She will live, I will not harm her. I will even allow you to meet in the future so that you can be convinced of the truthfulness of my words.”
Vulkan is silent, peering intently into the primarch’s face. He doesn't want to sacrifice even one person. But he knows better than to oppose Curze. Otherwise, then he would have to pay with too many lives.
"She?"
Night Haunter smiles with all his might, hiding his growing madness.
#primarch x reader#primarch x oc#warhammer 40k x reader#konrad curze x reader#yandere primachs#tw: yandere#tw: obsession
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The less formal primarchs carrying their beloved like a ferret has me in actual stitches. How do the rest of the primarchs carry you??
Assuming this is a grab you without thinking
Lion: holds his beloved properly (princess carry)
Fulgrim: either under his arm or a princess carry
Perturabo: if he's not thinking about it very much a ferret otherwise just over the shoulder better hang on
Khan: under the arm
Leman: pick you up under your arms or literally grab the back of your clothes like how a man will just pick up a baby
Dorn: princess carry
Konrad: will hold you like how a child holds a stuffed animal, or throw you over his shoulder and you better hang on (you will most likely end up getting an unintended piggy back ride from him)
Sanguinis: bridal carry so that you also look graceful in his arms when he flies
Ferrus: ferret hold or under the arm or even one arming you
Angron: back of your clothes
Robute: bridal like a proper lady
Mortarion: ferret, under the arm, or just holding you in one arm
Magnus: use his psykic abilities to carry you or will also 100% ferret hold you forgetting you're there when he gets excited
Horus: bridal or over the shoulder (he will slap your ass)
Logar: also bridal (he wants you to be close)
Vulkan: will one arm hold you
Corvus: princess or bridal
The twins: they will totally hold you together but also it depends one will do over the shoulder the other will do bridal
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“How much prep time do you think I’ll need to take on a bear?”
I only have this kind of requests/questions, I’m sorry
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Hi Anon! Don't be sorry, I love these requests. Mailbox open specifically for you btw
LION EL'JONSON- You need to repeat the question because he just stares at you. "Three." "Three what?" Refuses to elaborate. ???- So busy prepping that they died. FULGRIM- "How much prep time?" he asks. You can tell that he's trying to avoid the question, so you ask it again. "I would rather engage one of my brothers in a duel." Bastard. PERTURABO- "Let me prep instead," he says, mainly because he really wants to build some complex machinery to catch the bear. You refuse, but he helps with the prepping anyways. Gives you no answer on how much time it would take. JAGHATAI KHAN- "A better question would be how much time the bear needs to take on yourself." Knows how often you get up to this bullshit, and knows how you aren't fucking around. LEMAN RUSS- Surprisingly honest in his response, if not completely wrong. Goes into detail on how you could take on a bear, but assumes you are as stupidly powerful as a Primarch. ROGAL DORN- "You are not going to fight a bear." There is an awkward silence between you two before you reveal that you were planning to do it whether he liked it or not. He sighs and overestimates the time you'd need. KONRAD CURZE- Giving the most deranged grin you've ever seen, he says "None." There is blood in his teeth. SANGUINIUS- He puts a gentle hand on your head. "You do not need to prep. I can take care of it for you." You have to explain to him that no, you want this, you crave bear violence. FERRUS MANUS- "It depends on how well you prep," he shrugs. Offers to help build you weaponry for your bear escapades. You are now in posession of a sword as tall as you are. ???- Turned into a bear. Run! ANGRON- "Absolutely none," he grins. Ready to take on a bear at a moment's notice, and if you're close to him, you probably are as well. Glorious melee combat is glorious melee combat, bear or not. ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- Sighs. "This again?" Thinks for a minute before giving you an honest answer. Offers to provide paperwork to prove that you can take on a bear. MORTARION- Stares at you for a minute before you realize that he's thinking. "I wouldn't do it if I were you, but I know there's no stopping you." Tells you that you need more time than you actually do. MAGNUS THE RED- "What planet do you plan on fighting the bear on?" he asked. "Do you have any methods for doing so?" Needs to know more, more about what you plan on doing before answering. HORUS LUPERCAL- Quirks an eyebrow at you. "You really won't leave these poor animals alone?" he chides lightheartedly. Gives a throwaway answer again. LORGAR- Lectures you on how important bears are to the planet's ecosystem and why it is a bad idea to take on an apex predator in the first place. You ignore him. VULKAN- "You're not taking it on without any help." Forges you some armor that's surprisingly light. Doesn't want you to get hurt in this debacle. CORVUS CORAX- "I don't know, maybe an hour?" When it comes time for you to take on the bear, though, Corvus comes out of the void and scares the bear away. Asshole. ALPHARIUS- "Huh?" May have already begun prepping to fight the bear. May be planning to sic a bear on you. Run.
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prev post just reminded me of a conversation I once had with my sister and friends about primarch alignment drift because it's so real. all these bitches are evil, no matter their backstory. please imagine being their DM having to inform them their dnd alignment changed
"corvus corax is a revolutionary!" yeah, he was, and now he regularly unleashes legions of superhuman killing machines to colonize planets for his empire. sorry, that makes him evil. vulkan started the campaign neutral good but now he's a primarch with a legion and regularly kills people for personal and financial/reputational gain. sorry buddy, that's a form of evil. sinew of war went to great lengths to assure us that guilliman was raised a socialist and now he's just a perfect, solid lawful evil. conquest machine go brr
also for funsies here's something my sister said about konrad and the cognitive dissonance most of them are operating on because it makes me laugh
the fact that the other primarchs criticise what he does when it's 1000x less destructive is funny though
"how dare you brutally kill 1000 people to bring a world into compliance. now, if you'll excuse me, i need to bomb a city of 37 million into slag" (discord messages from a user nicknamed "sister thing")
#this is why ive never made a primarch alignment chart. eisw or hh. the evils would be so densely populated it would be hard on the eyes#warhammer#primarchs#corvus corax#vulkan#roboute guilliman#konrad curze#< since they get special mentions#it's me
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Another one because fuck it it's nearly midnight and these are FUN DAMMIT Lmao floriography interest coming in clutch here
What kind of flowers do (some of) the primarchs gift you ~♡
Includes: Corvus, Magnus, Vulkan, Fulgrim, Jaghatai, Angron, Konrad, Ferrus, Lorgar, Sanguinius, Dorn
Corvus: dark red roses and gloxina. dark red roses symbolise loyalty, love and eternal beauty, and gloxina represents love at first sight.
Magnus: rainbow roses, and glowing primroses. Roses because they're romantic and they're rainbow because "Magnus how did you-" "-I have my ways, my dear. Do you like them?", and primroses symbolise youthful love, a representation of how he feels a little more young when he's with you. How are the primroses glowing. Magnus please tell me they aren't deadly. Please.
Vulkan: pink roses and violets, they're a little singed on some of the petals and stems, but they're still pretty. Pink roses because they symbolise both romantic love and platonic - you are both his best friend and his greatest treasure - the light of his heart, and also sweetness. Violets symbolise faithfulness. Enough said.
Fulgrim: Hibiscus and morning glory. Morning glory symbolise affection and determination and the hibiscus, beauty and happiness - your beauty brings him such a profound sense of happiness, he doesn't know what to do with himself.
Ferrus: White roses and hydrangeas. White roses symbolise new beginnings and wisdom, and hydrangeas thankfulness and understanding.
Lorgar: lilies, phlox and gladiola. Lilies symbolise majesty and virtue, phlox unanmity and harmony. Also I'm pretty sure they're both toxic, and yet, they're beautiful. Gladiolus symbolise strength of character and moral integrity.
Konrad: a handful of Venice mallows with some of the roots still on and a single tuberose with...a...bite? Taken out of it? Venice mallows symbolise delicate, fleeting beauty, and tuberose symbolise dangerous pleasure. Konrad thought the mallows were pretty. The tuberose smelt nice. That's why Konrad ate it. It didn't taste as good as it smelt. Sorry, Konrad.
Khan: hyacinth and peonies. Hyacinths symbolise playfulness and peonies prosperity and compassion.
Sanguinius: bellflowers, sweet Williams and pansies. Bellflowers symbolise gratitude, sweet Williams symbolise gallantry and ask to "grant me a single smile", and pansies symbolise sweet thoughts.
Rogal: amaryllis, asters and false indigo. Amaryllis symbolise determination and creative achievement, asters symbolise elegance and patience - he will wait for you. He will always wait for you. - and false indigo symbolise immersion and intuition. He loves you. He truly does.
Angron: daffodils and lilacs, the stems are crushed, but the flowers themselves are unharmed. You do have to pry them from his hand though. Lilacs symbolise the first emotions of love and daffodils symbolise rebirth and new beginnings. They won't last that long with the mutilated stems, but they're lovely while they do.
#warhammer 40k#wh40k#warhammer x reader#primarch x reader#warhammer headcanon#i fuckin LOVE FLOWRRS WOO#but god am i tired imma go ti sleep now#konrad honey baby sweetiepie dont eat that
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Old mod page, abandoned 3/2/24; New mod page @ Godsibb
Finally, after 2 years of work, it is complete. -But still being updated.
There's a Japanese version of the mod now!
今は日本語版のMODがある!
This is a mod for Xenogears using Retroarch's Beetle PSX HW core real-time texture replacement feature. (It requires the Vulkan driver, so make sure your graphics card supports that.) (Duckstation doesn't have a similar option, unfortunately.)
It replaces every single character dialogue portrait, menu portrait, & (almost every) battle portrait (looking at you, Yggdra officer Gear pilots) with high quality, cleaned up artwork, as well as recreated high quality UI while keeping it as close to the original game as possible.
And best thing about it is, if there's anything you don't like about it, like certain aspects of the UI, you can locate and delete that file from the folder. Everything is optional. (if you have any questions as to what's what, drop them into my dms)
Current version: 1.4
現���の日本語版: 1.4
(More screenshots below download info and UI changes.)
Being a real-time texture replacer, it should work with any English version of XG, both base-game and modded/patched. Any fan-translated patch using the US version as a base should display correctly.
There's a separate version for the Japanese version of the game. May need some editing still with other characters' UI ("Ether"/"Spells"/"Arcane"/etc) but for the most part its good to go in terms of battle UI. Let me know if you find any errors.
(I've been using it with the Perfect Works Build mod. Highly recommended!)
(Note!!: If you use PWB mod, don't use its "readjusted portraits" patch when patching your rom, as that patch interferes with this mod's portraits texture replacing.)
(It works on Steam Deck... but don't ask me for details in setting that up in particular, I don't own one 😅)
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Download/ダウンロード
I recommend reading the instructions txt files I included in the DL.
This includes information such as how to set up .cue and .m3u files, swapping discs, renaming the texture folder, Retroarch settings and Beetle PSX HW Core settings to get the mod working, settings suggestions for making a cleaner looking and faster playing XG (YMMV), and settings to fix certain emulation issues Ive come across (freezing on fast-forward, crackling audio during 3D/effects-heavy cutscenes/gameplay, blank screen during Rico flashback, etc).
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-Changes made to the UI include:
Menu UI:
selection triangle, Walk/Gear icons
menu portraits
▲ ■ ● ✖ button DeathBlow menu icons
ABXY button DeathBlow menu icon- alternate textures
Battle UI and on-foot specific battle UI:
Circular battle palette and tags behind text
Battle palette text, "Combo", "Return", "Enter", "Miss", "EP", & HP/DMG/heal/AP numbers
HP/AP bars
"Time", "fuel", "total damage", AP numbers, "1/2/3 point(s)", "cancel end"
battle portraits
▲ ■ ● ✖ button DeathBlow icons
ABXY button Deathblow icons- alternate textures
Bottom screen mid-DeathBlow ▲ ■ ✖ icons (unfortunately, there's no way to change the other mid-DB quadruple-button icons)
Combo 1-7 and Accept icons
In-Gear specific battle UI:
"fuel" and fuel numbers
"Fuel" (when using boost)
fuel bars (top and left)
All Gear status menus' green text/numbers
Attack level numbers and ∞
Gear menu backgrounds
Gear "power shut down", "camera damaged", "out of fuel", etc, statuses
background UI elements, runes, triple red triangles, Gear lock-on UI (unfortunately, there's no way to change the circular part of this UI)
Misc UI changes:
Red/grey spheres (in the menu and loading screen)
All instances of selection diamonds, both horizontal and vertical
Load/save screen "CARD 1"/"2" text, memory card icon, load/save bar/text
Disc 1 and 2 maps (with alternate color versions; makes the enterable area indicators harder to see though)
NESW compass letters (unfortunately, there's no way to change the circular compass texture)
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-Screenshots (before & after and alts):
And Japanese version's (日本語版) UI:
⬇!!Spoilers in images further down!!⬇
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I won't be showing all portraits here; only the ones worth mentioning.
Portraits created for the mod that have no artwork equivalent:
Portraits to match their sprites vs official unedited artwork:
(default on left, alt on right)
Roni/Medena/Erich edited sprite equivalent vs their official PW art
Citan edited unsmiling (dialogue-only) sprite equivalent vs official smiling art)
Krelian(s) edited sprite equivalent vs official art
Portrait alts created for fun:
Both sides of scar-eyed Bart
Two-eyed Bart
Kim lab coat with glasses
Fei-colored Id
Fei-colored Id with Id's yellow eyes
Fei-colored young & older Emeralda
(might add to this list later. have any suggestions? fun ideas? lmk. It doesn't have to be canon-compliant.)
Screenshots of alt portraits in-use:
I'll continue to update this and subsequently reblog it as new versions are released.
With any new updates, just DL and replace/overwrite the old folder.
In-progress tumblr post of the past as a bit of a time capsule for myself 😄
#Xenogears#Xenogears modding#Playstation modding#modding#texture pack#Playstation classic#my mods#Xenogears texture pack; PAW#long post#image heavy#Last edited: Feb-19-24
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Author's note: Inspired by this post, and @kit-williams life changing addition
Relationships: Mortarion/Fem!Reader
Warnings: Some NSFW references
“Care to play a game with me brother?”
Sanguinius looks to Guilliman with a smile that he does not return.
“Not particularly. Though I imagine this wasn’t actually a question.”
Sanguinius smiles wider, before pointing someone out among the crowd of bodies.
“Do you see that young lady over there, in the purple?” Guilliman spots you among the crowd of marines shuffling to return to their drop ships.
“Yes, and?” Sanguinius has the expression of a man who knows something his others do not, which fails to amuse Guilliman in the slightest.
“She is the lover of one of our brothers. Care to guess who?”
Guilliman gives him a look of surprise that is uncharacteristic of him. He had assumed you were a remembrancer, a navigator perhaps that looks oddly more human than they usually do.
“One of the Primarchs has taken a consort? That is-“ Sanguinus waves his hand and brushes off the man’s words.
“Unimportant. Guess.”
Guilliman sighs- displeased at being interrupted - before he looks back your way, and thinks.
“Vulkan.”
An obvious choice; Vulkan is both kindhearted to unaugmented humans and is frequently around baseline populations, but Sanguinius shakes his head.
“Fulgrim.”
He’s had wives before, though he thought the Phoenician swore off it because of heartbreak. Sanguinus shakes again.
“…Magnus?”
Guilliman's voice raises in a now genuinely questioning tone. The fabric of your robes is similar to that of the Thousand Sons, but Sanguinius shakes again- Guilliman expresses his distaste.
“Sanguinius this game is ridiculous and I-“
Guilliman stops when he sees Mortarion walk up to you, saving you from being lost in a sea of marines. He looks down at you with his discontent neutral expression, the decayed skin of his lips shifting with thinly veiled irritation. His limp grey hair falls in chunks around his face, and without his mask, he lets out a cough before composing himself.
He reaches a hand out to grab your arm, and you bite your lip. You say something Guilliman cannot hear nor read off your lips, but it’s something that visibly surprises the primarch.
Guilliman is stunned into silence before quickly stammering.
“That is not true. There is absolutely no-“
Sanguinius laughs, overjoyed to see Guilliman’s genuine shock.
“Oh I have proof brother. Besides their loving gazes in public eye, my Sanguinary Guard… Quite unfortunately seemed to pass by Mortarion's private quarters on the way to mine and overheard some disquieting things.
“Mortarion!”
There was the sound of wood slamming against the wall, the sound of flesh and skin. A woman’s screams echoed through the walls as more concerning sounds slipped from the safety of the primarch’s chambers.
“Mortarion! Please!”
Sanguinius is still disquieted by it. ‘Mortarion is torturing serfs’ his guards had thought and told him, before their helmet recordings had realized they greatly misunderstood.
An awkward conversation, that had been.
What a beautiful woman you were, smiling up at Mortarion with eyes so full of love Sanguinius hadn’t thought it possible. To think you love a man stuck in a cycle of disease so readily and fully.
And deeply, judging by the slamming his guards had overheard.
Guilliman looks a bit paler, watching Mortarion shove you forward to follow his men.
“I… must go. I would thank you for your time but given what I have learned today, I quite honestly don’t believe it deserves gratitude.”
Sanguinius laughs with his entire chest, patting Guilliman on the shoulder.
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My thoughts are having a hard time getting into words proper but follow me:
I was thinking of this cute scene in my head with Guilliman and the reader from one of my works, and it hit me like a ton of bricks; not many people can say no to a primarch. Like sure they can, but they are hoping the primarch respects the refusal. Granted the way Guilliman presents himself it's safe to say he would respect a "no" or read the room enough to not push something his partner doesn't want or like.
But he could, and what would they do? And I think Primarchs such as Vulkan and Guilliman are hyper-aware of that. To the point it stifles them from seeking relationships that might be considered romantic, since of duty and loyalty to the Imperium aside.
Mostly with someone like Guilliman who was a Statesman before he was a crusader. I can't help but think men brought forth daughters (and sons it's the future we past some shit), and Guilliman quickly saw how they were agreeing to anything he said because there is this sense of "I can't say no" because he can just overpower them.
It would make everything feel disingenuous, I could see it making things feel wrong or dirty to him. So no relationships. This is putting the whole shorter lifespans aside here.
So I think seeing someone make the first move, taking the lead being very attractive to a number of the primarchs because there is this sense of "You actually want this".
I keep focusing on Guilliman, but he's really fleshed out because of newer content for him, but legit I can see him just loving partners who come to him wanting attention, wanting private time, because he knows it's them wanting it. Not just agreeing because they are afraid he will take what he wants regardless. And it allows him to feel more comfortable expressing himself when he's in the mood.
Mostly when you add in his lover talking to him like a person, calling him by his first name, and just checking in on him? Man thinks nothing is sexier.
And I do think Primarchs like him, and Vulkan would be big lovers of the "vanilla" sex. Because it's intimate, gentle, and they are less likely to hurt someone. The part of our brain that handles emotions and all closely connected (It's why when you see cute things you often want to commit physical violence to it, like pinching cheeks. Same part of the brain to register cute and violence).
So I can imagine Big E has their brains wired to generally move "unnecessary" emotions like lust to another part of the brain, which could be tied to anger. I can see the likes of Guilliman and Vulkan being too worried they will lose themselves, grab too hard, bite too hard, or just become violent because their brain was like, "This is pointless".
Basically outside of consent for them being so hot, so is, lazy comforting sex, where they aren't in charge but their little lover, who they love bossing them around because it makes them feel good and that their lover is safe, if that makes sense?
Like I said I know what I am feeling about this but words aren't getting out well.
Basically primarchs like Guilliman rather rumors move around they are boring at sex, than risk being monsters.
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When Angels Cry
3,000 words. A short story about a Blood Angel, and his brother who has fallen to the Black Rage.
My first time writing something like this. Please enjoy.
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Sergeant Marneo was well built, even for a Primaris Marine. The Blood Angel was already a tall boy before the surgeries, and he emerged from them even taller. His brother Hadrian had joked with him that the apothecaries had switched Sanguinius’s gene seed for Vulkan’s during his surgeries. He was less than receptive to these jests. As Hadrian placed his hand on the console to open the door, he remembered those joking moments fondly.
Whatever jokes Hadrian may have made before, they were quickly put to bed by the sight that lay before him. His former Sergeant was chained to a wall at the far end of the room. Needles and tubes filled with various fluids and pharmaceuticals probed his skin in numerous places along his chest, upper arms, and thighs. Marneo appeared to be in a state of delirium, but the burning black eyes that stared at Hadrian betrayed that conception. What stared at Hadrian were not the eyes of some washed out drunkard, or half asleep vagrant, but the eyes of a killer overcome by rage.
As the door closed behind him, Hadrian slowly removed his helmet, and mag locked it to his side. The sound of the armor clicking into place caused Marneo to stir. His head rolled upwards, and his eyes narrowed at Hadrian. He said but one word, filled with malice and hatred. “Brother.”
Hadrian felt his hearts sink upon hearing the hatred in the word. “Hello Brother. How are you feeling today?”
Marneo lurched forward from the wall in an attempt to claw at Hadrian. He was held back by the chains and various needles holding him back. “Why do you care Traitor? Why do you continue to torment me with these visits?”
Marneo seemed to relax in the chains, but the black orbs of hate in his skull remained fixed on Hadrian. Hadrian reached into his back pocket and produced a small, orange fruit. “I brought you something brother. Mangoes. From our home world. Chauntea. Do you remember it brother?”
The scent of the fruit worked it’s way into the air toward Marneo. The scent only seemed to enrage him. “I remember we ate these together before you betrayed our father. Before you led your Black Legion against him.”
Hadrian was disappointed by this response, but he remained determined to get through to him. “Would you like a mango brother? It will help you feel like yourself again.”
Marneo’s face tightened. “Is it poisoned? I would expect nothing less of you traitor. Now I ask again, why are you here?”
Hadrian’s hearts sank further. Still he refused to accept the truth. “I’m here to bring you good news brother. I’ve been promoted. I have your job now brother.”
Hadrian tried to force a smile onto his face. Marneo thrashed angrily in his chains in response. “TRAITOR! YOU DON’T DESERVE THE GROUND YOU STAND ON HORUS! NOW GET OVER HERE AND FACE ME!”
The stone door opened again. The figure of a Blood Angels Chaplain stood in the doorway. The Chaplain called forward for Hadrian. “He is gone brother Hadrian. He belongs to the Death Company now.”
Sergeant Hadrian hung his head low in defeat. He put the mango back in his satchel and turned to leave. Marneo’s continued thrashing and screaming echoed through the room as the door closed once more. Outside, the Chaplain pressed a button on the door console. A warning klaxon sounded inside the cell, followed by a rush of pharmaceuticals flooding into Marneo’s body. The anger drained from his eyes as the drugs worked their way through him. He slumped back against the wall, propped up by his bindings as he entered a deep sleep. “Brother… why…”
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Lieutenant Hadrian Antinous of Wyvern Squad entered his brothers cell once again. It had been many years since he had seen his brother Marneo, and he was eager to deliver the good news to him. A small part of him hoped that Marneo would have come to his senses by now, that he would take Hadrian in his arms and cry out in joy at his brothers success. The rest of him knew this to be a farce.
Marneo was chained to the wall, in the exact way he had been when Hadrian left him. Marneo was fully awake upon entry this time. He made no effort to acknowledge Hadrian's presence. Just like before, Hadrian removed his helmet and hung it at his side. A faint smile adorned his lips as he spoke to his brother. “Brother Marneo, it is good to speak with you again.”
Marneo looked up at him, but made no effort to speak. Hadrian continued. “I’m a lieutenant now brother. We fought a mighty battle against the Orks on Madrigal. We killed so many my armor was green rather than red when we were finished!”
Hadrian forced a short laugh, hoping for his brother to respond. A glance. A movement. A word. Anything. His apparent lack of aggression gave Hadrian hope. Hope that maybe the Rage had left his brother. Maybe he had been cured. Maybe he had been saved. Maybe the Sanguinor-
“SHUT UP TRAITOR!”
Marneo lunged at Hadrian from his position on the floor. Once more, the chains and needles kept him from attacking his brother. In the rattling of chains and the screams of his brother, Hadrian heard the sound of his hope shattering. He watched on in despair as his brother continued screaming at him. “YOU BETRAYED ME! YOU BETRAYED OUR FATHER! YOU BETRAYED THE IMPERIUM! WHY HORUS? WHY?”
Hadrian hung his head low. He removed his helmet from it’s mag lock at his side, and placed it on his head. His HUD blinked back to life, displaying readouts of Marneo’s physical condition. Several warning klaxons blared at him pointing to elevated hormone levels in line with the Black Rage. He felt a tear well up in his eye as he turned to leave. Marneo called out after him. “YOU SCORN ME HORUS! GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT!”
Hadrian wheeled around, his hearts pounded in his chest, anger flowed in his veins, the Thirst flared in his mind as he spoke. “I AM NOT HORUS, BROTHER! I AM HADRIAN! I AM YOUR BROTHER! YOUR… friend…”
He took a deep breath to pull his emotions back under control. He felt his Angel’s Teeth had been stirred from his gums, and he forced them to retract. “Goodbye brother.”
He knocked on the stone door three times. The door grinded open slowly. He turned to look at his brother one last time before leaving. Marneo continued screaming after him, until the warning klaxons in the cell blared again, and once more he was sedated.
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Captain Hadrian Antinous of the Blood Angels Third Company was a sight to behold. His armor gleamed from a fresh coat of polish put on by his serfs, while numerous trophies and embellishments decorated his Gravis pattern Primaris armor. His helmet kept his face hidden as he stomped through the deck of the ship. Chaplain Relus followed him closely, listening to every word he spoke. “I want them ready to move by the end of the next planetary rotation.”
Relus stroked the head of his crozius staff and nodded. “Will you speak to… him, before deployment brother Captain?”
Hadrian froze. He hadn’t even considered that. He had been too wrapped up in the battle preparations to remember. “I-”
He felt a tear welling in his eye. He took a breath and tried to force it down. Relus looked at him quizzically.
“Brother Captain?”
“Yes. Yes brother Chaplain. I will speak with him.
Relus had his own reservations about his Captain’s decision, but the sound of thundering guns outside reminded him there were more pressing problems at hand. “Very well. I will leave you undisturbed.”
Hadrian continued down the hall to the cell of his former sergeant. The Death Company had already been deployed three times before Hadrian had been made a Captain, and each time Marneo had survived mostly unscathed. Protocol would have dictated his immediate execution, but Chaplain Relus felt he could still be of use to the Emperor, and so he was allowed to live. As Hadrian approached the cell, he had a feeling in his gut that this would be Marneo’s final stand. As he punched the authorization codes into the door console, memories replayed in his mind of their time together. Joyfully stealing mangos from their neighbor on Chauntea, playing various games together with their other brothers in training, fighting together on Talos III where Marneo was lost to the Rage…
Hadrian blinked that last memory away as soon as it appeared. In time for the stone door to grind open once more, for what Hadrian hoped would be the third and final time. He stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind him. He did not intend to stay long this time.
Marneo again, was already awake. This time instead of being chained to the wall nude, he was fully armored in the black battleplate of the Death Company. He lunged for Hadrian the moment he entered the room. The eve of battle always stirred the thirst of the Blood Angels, and the Death Company was no different. Marneo’s eyes screamed with intense fury, scanning the room for any possible threat. The only threat he could identify was Hadrian, so he focused on him. Gnashing his teeth and pulling on his restraints. “WHERE ARE THEY? WHERE ARE THE TRAITORS?”
Hadrian smiled under the helmet. Part of him was glad he wasn’t the target of Marneo’s fury for once. “They will be here soon brother Sergeant. You will have your revenge.”
Marneo threw his head back and roared. “BRING ME THE TRAITORS! BRING ME HORUS! I WILL TEAR HIM LIMB FROM LIMB!”
Hadrian stepped closer to Marneo. He reached into his satchel and produced a small, orange fruit. He had pocketed the mango from the mess hall earlier, intending to eat it while in his quarters, preparing for battle. Instead, he held it up in front of his brother. “Would you like a mango brother? It will help you keep up your strength. You will need it if you are to emerge victorious against the traitors.”
Marneo snarled as the scent of the fruit worked it’s way into his nose. He breathed it in deep. Hadrian thought he saw the Rage flicker in his eyes for a moment. After a moment of deliberation, Marneo leaned his head forward, and took a bite of the fruit. Hadrian continued to hold it for him, as if he were feeding a large animal. Soon, only the pit of the fruit was left. Hadrian placed it in his satchel to dispose of later. “How do you feel brother?”
The Rage returned in full force as he struggled against the chains. “I feel like tearing off Horus’s head and presenting it to Father stuffed!”
Hadrian removed his helmet and held it under his arm. He held his brothers gaze for a moment. The thought of what was to come returned to his mind, and his head drooped. “Brother… I know you do not remember me anymore, I know you do not remember the things we did together, but I want you to know I am proud to have fought at your side, and I am eager to see you fight once more.”
Hadrian turned to leave, placing his helmet back on his head. He was about to exit the room, when he heard a voice. “I am proud of you too.”
Hadrian paused. The words came from Marneo, but they did not belong to him. He suddenly felt his blood slow. The Red Thirst had been dancing in him as he awaited the coming battle, but now it fell completely silent. He felt a uniquely divine presence radiating from behind him. He wanted to turn around, to face whatever was there behind him, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. He felt as if he was frozen in place.
“Your brother cannot say it, but he is as proud of you as I am, my son.”
Those final two words finally snapped Hadrian out of his stupor, and he wheeled around to face whatever was behind him. What he saw defied all logic. Throughout the halls of the Blood Angels ships and fortresses, there were countless paintings of Sanguinius. His golden blonde hair flowing magnificently from his head while pristinely white wings carried him across the battlefield. The face of his dead Primarch was well known to all Blood Angels for this reason. Standing before him was that same divine visage. The form of Sanguinius appeared to hover over Marneo, emanating divine power and grace. In one hand he held a mighty golden sword, and in the other a golden chalice filled with blood. Hadrian’s jaw dropped open as his armor’s sensor suite failed to identify what was happening. “F-father?”
Sanguinius’s mouth did not move when he spoke. His words came from Marneo’s mouth, as Hadrian looked on in awe. “You care deeply for your brother. You care for your Chapter. You care for the Imperium. You are the heart of your Chapter, Captain Hadrian Antinous. You are the swift hand which will guide them to victory this day, and beyond.”
Hadrian fell to his knees. No amount of effort from him could stem the tide of tears streaming from his eyes. A direct vox line from Chaplain Relus opened on his HUD. The Chaplain’s barrage of inquiries and commands were ignored by Hadrian, still too enraptured by the sight before him.
Sanguinius’s face remained stoic throughout the whole exchange. He turned his head to the side and raised the chalice. Blood overflowed from the chalice and spilled onto Marneo, coating his black armor in red. Hadrian watched his brother bathe in the blood flowing from his Father’s chalice, before a hand on his shoulder pulled him back to reality.
“BROTHER HADRIAN! DO YOU HEAR ME?”
Hadrian snapped his head to attention and launched off the floor into a battle stance, the Red Thirst suddenly pounding in his veins. Chaplain Relus yanked his hand from his shoulder in surprise as Hadrian scanned the room for threats. He turned back to look at Sanguinnius, and saw he was now gone. Marneo was no longer covered in blood either, and he was back to screaming and thrashing angrily, demanding to be loosed upon Horus and his legions.
Hadrian took a deep breath and focused on quelling the Thirst within.
“Hadrian?”
Relus’s tone was marked with a single shred of worry, something he often did well to hide. Hadrian rolled his shoulders and took another breath. “I am fine, brother Chaplain.”
“Brother Captain I must insist on-”
“I said I am fine!”
Relus sensed the hostility in his words and decided to back off. Hadrian looked back to Marneo’s screaming, thrashing form, and finally closed the door to his cell. “Continue your preparations brother. I will check in with you before we deploy.”
He did not wait for Relus’s response before leaving. The tears streaming down his face persisted for several minutes before he finally reigned himself in.
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“Are they dead? All of them?”
“Yes brother. All of them.”
Hadrian’s battleplate had sustained significant damage in the battle against the Necrons of this world. He was missing a pauldron, and his breastplate was in pieces. Saying nothing of his various trophies and embellishments which had been destroyed in the fight. Chaplain Relus finished reading off the Death Company battle report, while Hadrian listened attentively. “…Brother Marneo died gloriously. He tried to fight an Overlord by himself and nearly won. He died in the battle, but his efforts weekend the beast enough for one of our tanks to land a scorching final blow.”
Hadrian nodded curtly. “Thank you, brother Chaplain. You are dismissed.”
Relus saluted Hadrian, and both men left the war room. Hadrian returned to his chambers, and called in his serfs to begin the rites of unarmouring. As he waited for them to arrive, he realized one of his side pouches was still intact, and that it had something inside it. He reached into the pouch and fished out a small seed, with bits of orange still stuck to it. The mango pit. He had forgot to throw it out before the battle.
His serfs entered the room, and hastily began preparations for the rites of unarmouring. One of them noticed the seed in his hand and approached him. “My lord, do you wish me to dispose of this?”
Hadrian looked to the serf, then back to the seed. “No. Have it cast in amber and hung on my breastplate. This will serve as a replacement for the many trophies I have lost.”
The serf bowed and took the seed from him. Hadrian watched him leave, before stepping up to allow the remaining to serfs to begin. As the armor was stripped from his body, and the glove underneath was unfastened and removed, he felt the weight of his sorrows lifting from him for but a moment. While he waited for his serfs to fetch him proper clothing, he stood at the viewport in his quarters, gazing into space. The Cicadrix Maledictum would be coming into view soon, and he would need to close his window. For now, he simply took in the sight of the endless stars, and the ships that danced through them. Picturing his fallen brother, dancing somewhere amongst those stars.
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About Me
thought i would make this post because why not
My online pseudonym is Cerulity32K, casually Cerulity. Though, my preferred name is Kali.
Though my mental conditions are mild, I do have ADHD (inattentive) and am seeking an autism evaluation. I am also trans (she/they).
But let's get to the good stuff. I excel in computing, especially low-level stuff and graphics (webdev scares me) and math, advanced functions, calculus and linear algebra being the most useful to me. I like to intersect math and computing, and it leads to some pretty fun results, especially when dealing with graphics. My main languages are Rust, C, C++, CUDA, C#, and Python, though I am trying to understand Assembly for a few systems (my laptop [x86_64], NES [6502], and the Atari 2600 [6507]). The main libraries I go to are Raylib and Macroquad for 2D games, and for 3D I go for wgpu, Vulkan, or OpenGL, though wgpu may be the main one I use from now on.
I also do music. My favourite types of music are either loud, distorted songs (FREE.99), literally noise (Portal 2 OST), or electronic-jazz fusion (Creo). I also sometimes make music. It's usually remixes or covers, as I suck at melody crafting, but I have made a couple original songs. I specialize in industrial chiptune and what I like to call "rustcore". My two music environments are LMMS and Furnace, though the latter is the main one I use nowadays.
My favourite game genres are automation, puzzle, and platformer. Factorio, Exapunks, and Celeste are my favourites in those genres respectively.
Other than that, I like to do procedural or subdiv modelling in Blender.
All in all, I'm just a software catgirl :3
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Something with Russ.
Here's the setting (pre heresy): A female serf that usually tends to the general inhabitants of the main council fortress on ultramar, now accidentally becomes a play thing for a drunken Russ. Today was a special occasion as for seven of the primarchs had gathered for an important meeting with Guilliman, afterwards, a large banquet was held with many of the Primarch's serfs seemingly all working together to satisfy their Lords. Russ, having brought his own drink, had over done it as usual and eyes one serf. She's working hard yet trying harder to tend many of the somewhat distracted patrons of the imperium. The tipsy wolf king seems to be entertained enough by her efforts, picks her up to disappear with her for the afternoon. The whole experience is completely unheard of yet exciting for the serf, however there is one thing she didn't expect from Russ, his more feral yet playful side.
Day 18
Pairing: Leman Russ x reader
Warnings: possible power imbalance, abduction (lightly), knotting, biting
Russ's tongue ran over his lips, licking away the mjord that'd been left behind after his last sip.
Such a spry little thing you were. The wolf king had seen you all day, since before the meeting even. Working.
Haven't you heard of a break? Probably not if you were the tax man's serf.
You were pretty, maybe a bit small but for Russ. Unless he wanted an ogryn he'd have to make do with his woman being a bit smaller. Besides, little women were quicker and ran so prettily. Like little rabbits running away from the big bad wolf. The hunt was always so much fun and the reward when he caught them was so very sweet.
He downed the rest of his drink, coming to his feet and belching. It made his warriors roar with laughter and he smiled at them, showing his teeth.
You hadn’t noticed still working away, filling glasses, bringing plates, mopping spills, the works.
“My wolves. I have eaten my fill of meat with you. I have drunk my fill of Mjord with you. And I've had my fill of stories with you. Unfortunately this next appetite is not one I can satisfy with your company.” His smile broadened and he snatched you up by the waist as you tried to skitter past.
His astartes hooted and hollered, raising mugs or thudding them on tables as they laughed and egged their primarch on.
“New pups for the pack eh!?” One shouted and his brothers slapped his back.
Some of them howled, like actual wolves.
You were dumbfounded as Russ carried you off to the room that his brother had prepared for him.
He was already hot under the collar and wanted to satisfy this burning need with a woman who he found enjoyable to look at.
“Be gentle brother.” Vulkan called after him and the other primarchs looked worried.
‘Should I be worried?’
Was the first cohesive thought you'd had since the primarch scooped you up into his arms.
“Do not worry little rabbit. I only bite for fun.”
Well, that answered that. But your heart did beat with fear at being grabbed up by the handsome wolf king. In fact you were rather excited, having stolen glances at him all day, thinking about how nice those big arms must feel wrapped around me.
The room prepared for him had fur pelts on the bed. And a fire crackled in the fireplace, chasing off the chill of the evening.
He set you down. His eyes were drinking in every part of you.
“Disrobe.”
You sprang to obey his command.
“Eager? That's good. I've been watching you all day. I'd hate to have to go and find another rabbit to satisfy my needs.”
Your brain ran that information and you felt a sudden bit of comfort. He wouldn't have forced you?
No he may be a wolf, but he was also a man. And an honorable one from what you knew.
His own hands began to peel away the firs covering him, revealing light armor that he pulled off as easily as cloth.
His upper body was marred with scars from many battles.
Gingerly your fingers reached for one.
He stopped your hand before you could, looking at you.
He seemed to understand without asking as soon as he followed the line of your sight.
He guided your hand to a set of three parallel scars along his chest.
“A bear got a lucky swipe on me here.” He explained, then moved your fingers to touch another. “A sword, during a spar with my brother.” And then another. “I took an orks bolt here.”
“You have so many.”
“I am a warrior, I fight and I win. Every one of these scars is a victory, proof that I survived.”
You felt oddly jealous. Such a grand and noble life, Russ was truly something to be admired.
He began to remove his pants and I dropped my dress.
He stooped and looked at me in only my undergarments.
“I see I indeed picked well.” His hands pulled you close, resting on your hips as he knelt and pressed his lips to your tender neck.
You moaned softly as he nibbled at your skin, hard enough to leave a mark gently enough that he didn't break skin.
You felt compelled by the action, leaning forward you sank her own teeth into the spot where his neck met his shoulder.
His hands tightened on your hips and he let out a sound somewhat between a snarl and a moan.
And suddenly you were on your back underneath him.
His cock was hard and his eyes shone above you in the fire light.
His lips caressed the shell of your ear. “You'd better run, little rabbit.”
He growled.
Your body responded in your stead, shooting out from under him with speed you didn't know you possessed. Running blindingly as you darted away from him in the big room.
His bulk came barreling down on you capturing you in his massive clawed hands, you back pressed to his and your front pressed to the floor.
You expected something but it wasn't him, letting you go. You body doing its old trick of shooting off as he ran you down.
Your heart beat so fast in his chest.
He took you by the hips, grinding his cock against your wet hole through the thin fabric protecting between you.
His hands slackened, you ran.
It was a game, but it got so real as Russ shot after you again with an excited growl.
He gave you a nip on your thigh, causing you to cry out in shock and pain. He immediately reeled back and took you gently into his arms.
Looking over the mark he’d left behind. “My apologies little rabbit. I got ahead of myself. I am sorry.” He kissed the spot. It left a warm feeling in your belly as he kissed me there, even warmed then you had already been.
He continued to kiss until he got to the apex of you. His tongue lapped over the damp spot between your legs.
“So very ready for me. Like a good rabbit.” His teeth sunk into the fabric, pulling it away from your body.
He inhaled deeply, his cock twitching. “Such a beautiful thing, a woman who desires my cock and is as eager as you.”
The heat of his tongue collecting your juices was otherworldly. “Lord Russ.” You groaned and he chuckled.
“I am going to put my cock in you little rabbit. You might as well call me Leman. It is easier to scream than Lord Russ.”
He buried his face between your legs, eating like a man starved, his tongue delving to depts you didn’t know were there. And this was all to prepare you for the mass of throbbing flesh between his legs.
Your fingers locked in his hair and held him close, at some point your head had fallen back to the floor and your voice echoed in the expansive room.
Russ chuckled and slipped a finger into you as he worked your clit with his tongue.
That was all you could take, cumming all over his hand and mouth.
“That’s a good girl, what a good rabbit.” He licked his hand clean and kissed his way up your body.
His cock nudged your lower lips, catching as he pushed the head in, stretching you further.
“Does my rabbit want some more? Does she want to be devoured by her wolf?”
“Yes~!”
Leman growled and forced several inches in, your back arched under him and your hands flew to his tough skin. Nails leaving little crescents in his skin.
“Marking me for yourself, little rabbit?”
Russ grunted as he felt the pressure.
“Well…” you began, cheeks read and eyes half lidded, “if you're going to be as good a lay as I believe you'll be, then I might just have to start fighting other ladies to keep you.”
It was meant as a jest but something about it very much stuck with Russ and he wasn't sure why.
Outwardly he laughed, but inside he was intrigued.
“That would be quite the sight. Perhaps I should take you away as my own and train you.”
His cock filled you completely and Russ wasted no time in taking his pleasure, which subsequently gave you just as much if not more.
You writhed under him, his weight pinning you down as he rutted into your inviting heat.
“So good.” He growled, his fangs gleamed in the light of the fire as he grinned. “And what does my rabbit have to say for herself?”
Your brain felt as if he’d fucked every bit of sense from it. Your mouth worked but hardly an intelligible sound came out.
“Nothing to say little rabbit?” he panted “Or is your mind too full of pleasure from my cock for your mouth to form words?”
You stopped trying to reply and simply nodded.
It gave him no end of amusement.
The heat building in your body was about ready to boil over. Leman noticed and kept his pace content to drive you to the edge as many times as he could before he himself came. He took your hands and nibbled the soft skin of your wrist.
It was sure to leave marks as well. The thought drove you over the edge and you came, crying out for him. He quietly hummed his words of approval in your ear before leaving down to kiss and bite your neck.
He'd steadily begun leaving the evidence of his claim on you the bruises and bite marks the proof that he'd been there.
And whether he took you or not there would be no denying what had transpired between the both of you.
“Leman~♡” You whined as you grew more sensitive, his ceaseless rutting giving you another climax.
It had driven him over as well and he pushed into you fully with a growl. His knot swelling to keep the seed he was spilling into you from escaping.
Leman huffed in satisfaction,holding you close as he felt your body expand slightly to accommodate the sheer amount.
“Such a good rabbit, taking her wolf's cum so eagerly.”
You nodded against his shoulder, fingers grazing over scars, touching them lovingly.
“Th-thank you.”
Moving gave you a shock.
“Huh?”
“Oh, I did not tell you, I should have. We will be together like this for a while.”
“What happened?” You asked confused.
“I have knotted you. It is.. one of my strange abilities as a son of the emperor.”
His fingers played over your hair soothing you.
As Leman lifted you and carried you to the bed he was sure that he would indeed take you. His brother wouldn't miss just one serf.
Laying on the bed he held you close as his cock settled and his knot began to decrease in size slowly.
As his hand ran over your hips he found it a pleasant sensation.
His hearts beat with a strange quickness and he found himself excited.
He held you, fingers brushing through your hair till you were fast asleep.
After an hour he slipped out of your warm clutch and slipped from the bed with surprising grace.
He laid a blanket over your form and pulled his pants on.
Roboute hadn't been expecting his brother but welcomed him nonetheless.
“I am almost done with these reports, did you have a good time?”
“Yes brother, I did.”
“Then what draws you away from your sons at this hour?”
“I wish to take the serf with me.”
Roboute sighed as he steepled his fingers and looked at Russ.
“I assume you mean the one you've been scoping out since your arrival several days ago?”
“Yes, her. My rune priest had assured me that it is a good match. That she will carry my sons and daughters well.”
Roboute looked at his brother, leaving forward on his desk.
“Has she consented to this?”
“Oh,” Russ chuckled and grinned wide, “she had consented to many things this night. You should have seen her taking my-”
Guilliman stopped him with a hand.
“Once the papers are filed and her consent given in front of a witness, you may have her.”
Russ whooped and left the office, Guilliman knew there was little point fighting him over it.
Leman pulled you into his chest, keeping you close in his arms. Soon, he assured himself. Soon, you'd be all his. He kissed the top of your sleeping head and fell into a deep slumber himself.
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