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moodymisty · 2 months

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[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: Inspired by this post here. I only did one quick revise, so forgive any mistakes

Relationships: One sided Horus/Fem!Reader, Implied Lorgar/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Slightly yandere, Pregnancy kink, Tokophobia, Is this... is this kidnapping? Horus took you to punish Lorgar on Kor Phaeron's (and probably emps lol) advice, Male masturbation, Horus jacking it to you being his lover instead of Lorgar's because he is ~normal~, Very thinly veiled breeding kink, A very vague comment about reader being 'well fed'

So I beg of you, Warmaster Horus, help me right Lorgar before he goes further down this path. I truly believe you are one of the only men who can help him before he is truly lost. - Captain Kor Phaeron of the Word Bearers

A Luna Wolf captain stands having given Horus this letter- hand written. A odd act considering the ease of vox or other forms of Imperium communication, but perhaps the context of the letter gave the choice more sense.

“May I ask what the letter entails, Warmaster? The Word Bearer was quite insistent it be delivered with the upmost haste.”

Horus understands why. This is indeed something that needs fixing. Lorgar has gone down a path that is in opposition of their crusade. Things are corrupting his mind, and they need to be cut out like a malignancy before they take over him completely.

“...It is about Primarch Lorgar.”

The Luna wolf nods. He accepts that is all Horus will tell him, though if the Astartes says anything else, it is lost on Horus. He leaves moments after, hearing the sound of the door open and close. He doesn't look up to see, as his eyes focus on the material Kor Phaeron send with this handwritten letter.

The picts are small between his fingers, but the image is as clear as can be.

You are beautiful.

You are very pregnant.

As Lorgar’s beloved your dress is ornate and intricate, and does nothing to hide the swell of your massive belly. If anything it almost seems to compliment it- gold filigree dances around the edges of the fabric sewn to give way to your ever growing belly.

To see that they- the Primarchs - can have children is… It struck something in him that he can’t explain.

To have a child, an actual child; his own creation and not a spliced together genetic abomination related to him by science only. He can see why Lorgar has lost his way, and this needs to be corrected.

He’ll do this deed for Kor Phaeron; For The Emperor who is already concerned about Lorgar's lack of progress. But he's not doing it for them, not for the Word Bearers. It's because Horus wants to be selfish. He wants you.

On Terra it rains, droplets streaking down every bit of glass and metal. It pitter patters like music, covering the droll humming of machinery and shaking of pipes. You remain completely dry however, protected by the golden walls and ceilings of the Terran palace.

You've only just arrived, escorted to him from a Luna Wolf dropship. The trip was long are arduous, and he's thankful you survived it unharmed.

You look even more striking that you had in the picts Kor Phaeron and sent to him. The first sight he has of you, face to face, is enough to make him feel something in his chest.

Your skin is healthy and glowing, eyes bright. Lorgar has clearly been feeding you quite well, your hips are full and round.

Horus comes closer intent to greet you and watches the way you don't make eye contact with him, shaking and holding your hands together tightly. His guards he had requested to escort you have since left on his orders, leaving you both to have a moment of privacy.

“Do you need anything?” He says with a smile and a gentle tilt to his voice, warm and inviting.

And yet the look you give him when you glance up is absolutely fear stricken. He softly smiles, trying to blunt his edges.

"Perhaps I should've started with a proper introduction, instead of putting you on a pedestal so quickly. I am Horus Lupercal. Warmaster." His head tilts downward slightly, smile gentle. The pelt wrapped around his shoulders shifts.

"I believe you already know my brother, and quite well."

He takes a knee to stand at level with you, and he can see a marginal amount of fear leave you as he enters an area closer to your own headspace. He supposes it's understandable. You've only known Lorgar- he has made very sure the other primarchs were unaware of you - and in your current state, he can see why this would all be so overwhelming. Primarchs are not just anyone, they can overwhelm even the most stalwart of humans.

You aren't just a normal human however, as you've so easily demonstrated already.

“I apologize for, all of this. But Lorgar needs to calm down and be spoken to without distractions. I’m afraid your condition has blinded him to his own duties.” Horus smiles at you.

“You are a smart woman, I know you are. You know that Lorgar has things he needs to do for the sake of this Imperium you live in.”

You look away from him for a moment, left hand wrapping over your right wrist as they rest on your belly.

"I didn't know he was shirking his duties to you, if I did I would've..." You hesitate, conflicted.

Horus sighs.

Lorgar put so much on such a young, beautiful human, and now you has to deal with the consequences of his own mistakes. Even if you aren't the one who is being punished, reprimanded, warned, you- and your unborn child - are still affected by all of this.

Ever so gently he takes a risk, reaching a hand forward to cup your arm. You don’t wilt away and so he’s pleased, feeling the warmth of your skin.

“Please do not think you are a prisoner here. I merely wish to make sure you are the safest you can be while you are not with Lorgar."

You nod at him, giving him just the slightest smile as he pulls his hand away. But only partly, as it hovers in the air between the both of your bodies.

“May I?” That smile fades as you look at him confused, before realizing what he's asking.

“Oh, sure. I think they're asleep though, so you might not be able to feel anything.”

With your approval gained he puts his hand to your belly, and watches his palm cover so much of it. It takes a moment, before he can feel it. Even if your child is asleep, he can feel what a normal human cannot.

The soft movement against his palm, the shifting of your baby. The gentle thrum of it's heartbeat.

Something pulls at Horus from deep within himself, keeping his hand welded to your stomach until your eyes move from watching his hand on your belly, and he has to pull away to save face. He places the same hand on his thigh as he kneels, and gives you a wide, warm smile.

“Please, do not be afraid to tell me any of your needs. Myself, my Luna Wolves, and the serfs of the palace are here for you.” The declaration shocks you, a reaction he hadn’t entirely expected. He just gave you so much ability, and he barely knows you.

“Warmaster that is-“ “Horus, is fine.”

You purse your lips for a moment. You're so overwhelmed by this all he can tell. With time you'll settle though, he's sure of it. You're just tired and nervous from your long trip, and being so, so far away from Lorgar.

“I, I thank you for your support, I am forever in your debt.” Horus laughs.

Would you let him feel your belly again? Could he get away with asking to put his ear to it, to hear the heartbeat of a half primarch so closely?

“Nonsense, you are the beloved of one my dear brothers; I only wish to make your time here as comfortable as I am able.”

You let show an actual, real smile- your face glows. Horus sees what Lorgar has been distracted by; Horus would find himself having trouble as well.

Suddenly however you grimace, letting out a whimper and holding your belly. Horus becomes alight with worry, instinctively reaching a hand out to you that grasps your arm once again.

“Are you ok?!” He says, as you soon gather yourself and nod.

“Yes, sorry sometimes they just kick really hard.”

Horus recovers from the startle and laughs. He dares to lean closer, and returns a gentle hand to your belly. He does a few soothing, circling motions. You seem much less unnerved by him now, you smile a bit as he soothes your belly and speaks to it.

“You should be careful in there, little one. You are stronger than your mother, you might just hurt her.” Horus then soon tears himself away, and rises to his feet.

“I have other business to attend to; But please, don’t be afraid to ask the serfs for anything you need.”

Horus takes a brisk pace away, walking down the hall towards his own chambers. He doesn't make a single stop or even look in the direction of another soul, opening the massive door to his most private chambers. The door shuts behind him with a slam, and Horus lets out a breath now that he’s truly alone.

A part of him regrets agreeing to be the one to punish Lorgar; To take you from him and become the villain in this story. Another part of him is glad to, if not only to feel a part of his soul stir to life.

The buttons on the front of his trousers are easy to undo, and he can feel the outline of his own cock straining desperately against the fabric. It had irritated him the entire way here, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the way he ached against his thigh.

Once he manages to free himself, he takes a seat at the massive desk made custom for him and wraps a hand around his cock, feeling himself twitch against his palm at even the slightest touch. Precum leaks from the tip of his cock as he slides his hand against his shaft, groaning and using his other hand to grip the edge of the table.

You were so much more perfect than he imagined. Now he understands why Lorgar was so intent on keeping you hidden from them.

A selfish man, a shame he got to you first. Horus would make sure you got to see the world, meet all of his brothers and show them just how lucky he was. How beautiful and smart you were.

How you were so able to handle him, a primarch. Out of all of them, only Lorgar was the one to find love.

He can feel the the stickiness of his own precum leak on his fingers, slicking his cock. It's not enough though, and so he pulls his palm away to give an undignified, uncharacteristic spit into his palm before wrapping his hand back around his throbbing cock.

Lorgar! A selfish, whiny brat of a man who cares about paltry religions and gods rather than The Emperor's orders. How, out of all of them, was he the one to find someone that was able to handle being around a primarch?

His palm now slicker he groans at the way his hand much more smoothly rubs against his own shaft, toes curling his boots.

Horus isn’t jealous, he’s angry, he thinks. Angry that it turned out this way. If Lorgar hadn’t been a lying, secretive little snake, perhaps you would’ve had the chance to consider... better options. Horus would've been quick to charm you, to wow you with all the things he could give you and how he could make you feel.

He’s the Warmaster; he could give you anything you ever wanted, and you’d never be safer. On Colchis, he was able to pluck you from your beloved with one stern talking to.

Horus groans as his lower body tightens, cock leaking all over his hand. He's so close, he just needs a bit more.

Thankfully it was him to take you. Not someone like Russ, or Konrad.

Horus can keep you safe, until Lorgar does what needs to be done without all of these distractions. If you were his, it would be a wonder if he wasn’t always thinking about that perfect, round belly of yours.

He fists his cock faster with each second, grip tighter. He chases the high- his thighs tensed- so close. His breathing is heavier, deeper, harsh breathes through his nose.

He doubts Lorgar will ever fix his problems, however.

That would mean you would stay with him permanently; He would have no issues with that, he can make the preparations. For the short and the long term. You're surely due to have that child any day now, he'll make sure not a thing goes wrong.

Horus can hear the table top crack underneath his grip, the cords of his neck tight as he finally cums. He keeps pumping himself in his hand through it, milking himself until he's groaning and gritting his teeth. It's been so long, he's never felt the need for this until now. The feeling of satisfaction is unlike anything else, as he lets out a few breaths of air through his mouth.

He'll love his little niece or nephew like his own in the absence of Lorgar of course. They don't deserve to be punished for the sins of their father. But when you're fully healed, he would love nothing more than to on day fill that space with something of his own.

#horus lupercal x reader #lorgar aurelian x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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who-u-calling-pinhead · 3 months

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As someone that has dark jak as my favorite form of jak finds the whole concept of "dark jak" interesting, seeing how it's just so... unused in jak 2, story wise AND gameplay wise just hurts.

Story wise, literally the ONLY times the dark form pops up is when daxter first finds jak in prison, and in the cutscene before the kor fight.

Gameplay wise, it's useless without its area clearing abilities. You just save up a bunch of dark eco, and when you have enough, you can't even get out of dark form once you activate it, you HAVE to stay in it until you run out of dark eco. There's no changes to your attacks too, other than your punches locking onto enemies.

They could've done some cool shit with it but naughty dog was like "Nah, im'ma do my own thing."

You know what they could've done to make the whole "dark form" a bigger part of the game?

Have jak struggle to keep it hidden. Not only in story cutscenes, but in gameplay too.

Yes, he may be an eco channeler, but this is dark eco he's dealing with, it's unstable and unpredictable, you never know what will happen with it.

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Just imagine, during gameplay.

If you decide to just save your dark eco when you have enough to go dark jak, overtime, there can be a random chance where jak just automatically goes dark without your input.

The chances increase the longer you go without using dark jak.

Only differences I think there could be from if you manually went dark is that you just can't control jak for the time this happens, he'll attack anything nearby, metal head, guard, or citizen.

Of course, when you don't have anymore dark eco, you regain control of jak. But, you're left with half health, since I can imagine holding back all that dark eco for so long can cause harm to jak.

Basically a way to encourage the player to use it more or end up having the game use it for them.

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Now Imagine, story wise.

I can imagine in moments where praxis or errol are present, considering the fact that these two are responsible for putting jak through... whatever he went through in the dark warrior program, of course, he'd hold a grudge against the both of them. Whenever one of these two are present, jak would get a little mad just by their presence, which would cause the dark eco to act up.

Praxis and errol aren't really effected by it, since with the whole dark warrior program, that's what they've been wanting from him.

When it comes to anyone else though, yeah, he'd try to hide it.

The dark form would only just... slip out as jak would actually put in effort to keep it at bay.

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Of course, jak would learn to control it and not really care about hiding it at the end of jak 2 and for pretty much the entirety of 3, Yada Yada Yada.

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Thank you all for listening to my insane ramblings about some guy from a 2003 Playstation 2 game.

#this is dumb #jak and daxter #jak 2 #jak 2 renegade #dark jak #i will forever be upset at the severe lack of dark jak in jak 2 #ND made him actually fun to mess with in jak 3 #im still waiting for a jak trilogy remake/remaster naughty dog >:(

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taylorswiftstyle · 11 months

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Out and about | New York City, NY | October 14, 2023

Greymer Spring/Summer 2014 sandals - no longer available

If you have ever thought: Surely Taylor doesn’t always consider what she wears and the messaging behind it. This post is for you.

Now defunct, Greymer is an Italian brand established in 1980. More importantly, the shoes Taylor is wearing here are from their Spring/Summer 2014 collection. When the entirety of the fashion world is at your disposal, why wear a pair of shoes from nearly a decade ago that so happens to nod to the year your upcoming re-record was originally released in?

Fashion history aside, I loved how the metallic heel of these sandals continued the gold hardware present through the rest of the outfit (necklace, corset straps, bag).

Worn with: Maria Tash earrings, Gant coat, Mazin Jewels necklace, Versace corset, and Aupen bag

Get the look: Michael Kors, $155.00

#taylor swift #candid #shoe #greymer #october 2023 #get the look

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lilyrizzy · 1 year

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sorry to post so much everyone, promise i will resume to writing fic only like, once every three months after this lol

“That is a very nice watch, Max.”

It’s Victoria who is the first to notice it, the two of them sat out on his and Daniel’s balcony, the August evening warm. Between them are two empty bottles of wine and a quarter full bottle of gin. Inside, her babies are sleeping on the pull out beds, and Daniel has taken Tom into their ‘hobby room’, where Max’s sim lives also, to show him the newest addition to his camera collection. Apparently the one Tom had been using to document their children as they grow died a smoky death last week, losing all the photos of baby Lio in the process.

“Daniel got it for me,” is all he says, glancing down at his wrist.

It’s Tag Heuer of course, because Max has to wear those kind with the sponsorship rules, but this one is much nicer than the big flashy ones he usually gets for free. More you, Maxy, Daniel had explained nervously when Max opened the box to see it for the first time. A classic, smooth black leather strap instead of the usual shiny silver metal, the face a little smaller, round. In the middle, where the two hands of the clock meet, a tiny little diamond that you can only see if you look close enough, like a secret. The real secret is, of course, the inscription on the back, the engraved cursive words, for my world champion.

It’s so lovely. Max hates it a little bit.

Victoria lets out a laugh that bounces loudly through the too-still night air.

“Oh no,” she says, voice teasing. “You do not like it?” When he looks up from where he’s been staring at it, her eyebrows are raised.

Max has had maybe a little too much to drink, if he’s letting his complicated feeling about the watch show on his face, but it is the summer break of course, so it’s okay, and this is his sister. Maybe he can tell her what he is sometimes too afraid to think about on his own.

“I like it,” he insists, “but-“

“Max it is okay,” she says with another laugh, her cheeks bright pink from the wine she has drunk. She says it like she is trying to help him by telling him how he feels. “Sometimes they do not always get these things right, yes? The nice thing is that they try.”

But that isn’t it. This isn’t like the time Tom brought Victoria a pair of shoes for her birthday and she had telephoned Max to ask unhappily, “do I look like the type of person who would wear Michael Kors,” like Max was supposed to know who that was. Daniel is good at presents. He is very good at making Max happy.

“I do like it,” he tries again, a little defensive now on Daniel’s behalf. His words slur together a little, and without realising it, he’s switched back to Dutch. “It is lovely, I- It even has something written just for me on the other side, so of course it is special, I just- I thought-“

He thinks back to that night, two weeks ago now, the first of summer break that they got to be alone together. The first of their break, five nights to spend in some outrageously flashy Ibiza villa that Daniel booked, 120 hours stretching out in front of them, almost too sweet like toffee.

By the pool, laughing together, as they twirled pasta around their forks. Daniel had made it for Max, one of his ‘sabbatical projects’, to get better at cooking. That way you can hire me as your chef Maxy, if I don’t get a seat, yeah? It was so nice because the rich tomato sauce almost tasted the same as Max’s favourite kind of soup, and when Max had told Daniel that his face had gone all soft the way Max loved to see it, like he’d said all the right words in the right order.

“I’ve got something for you actually,” Daniel had said then, and he’d leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of Max’s mouth before getting from his chair to go and get his present.

When he’d come back with a black box and a shy, nervous smile on his face, Max’s heart had fluttered like there was a bird inside his chest, beating it’s wings against his ribcage. Daniel wanted to-

But then it had been a watch.

Looking at Victoria now, he can feel the wonky line his attempt of a smile makes of his mouth.

“For a moment, when he gave it to me,” he explains, thumbing over the smooth glass of the watch face, “I thought it was- I thought, maybe, a different kind of jewelry.”

It takes a few seconds for realisation to spread across his sisters features, but when it does it doesn’t make him feel any better the way he’d hoped it would to share this.

“Oh Max,” she says, reaching for his hand across the table, and he wants to recoil at her pity, “I did not- I did not even know that was something you wanted.”

Which to Max, seems like a silly thing to say, because of course it’s what he wants. He and Daniel have been together for so many years now, why would he not? It’s what you do when you love each other and want to be together always. He’d thought, maybe, now Daniel was happy again and not racing, but-

“Maybe it is not what Daniel wants,” he says with a shrug, but just saying the words out loud make his eyes sting and his throat ache. He is probably just too drunk for this conversation.

Victoria hums, like she is thinking. Over the balcony, Max can see the shimmer of the moon bouncing off the sea. His face feels so hot suddenly, like he is melting, and he imagines diving into the cool water.

“Have you two ever spoken about this?” Victoria asks, and Max just shakes his head, not looking at her. “Then how can- How can you know he does not want to? Why- You could always ask him too, you know.”

She’s right, of course. It’s just- Max doesn’t know how to explain it. That he wants it to be simple, for Daniel to want Max so much that he can’t stand to not ask him. That Max is afraid if he is the one to ask, Daniel will say yes just because he wants to give Max what he wants, and not because he wants Max.

Behind him, he hears laughter, the sound of footsteps, and Victoria’s face looks up, worried, to the sliding glass door behind him. It opens. Max wipes his eyes quickly, feeling even more foolish than before as Daniel runs a hand through his hair, presses his cheek into the top of his head, just as drunk as the rest of them and asks, “what are you two gossiping about then?”

#i scrolled for so long in my ask box seeing if there was an ask prompt this could answer but #i wrote this silliness all by myself lol #anyway there is a sequal! in my brain! where they acc are adults and talk about this and everything gets resolved if anyone is interested #but for now there is only angst lol im sorryyyyyyy #fic #max/daniel

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adhdavinci · 7 months

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something something precursor onin

this is the REAL cause of all those destroyed planets

#jak and daxter #jnd #onin #metal kor #jak 2 #my art #mine

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wall-e-gorl · 1 year

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i decided to try again at rendering with my fucking robot character and i am in anguish over it

#my art #the 'skin' metal is good #i am failing so hard at the 'dress' metal #gnashing my teeth this will be round 5 of trying to render that fucking fake metal tutu #dying. going to watch a murdershow to feel better about it. arghghghghghghghghgghasdhf;asjdfaslkjdf #while i draw*#kor

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mobiblackout · 4 months

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You all are so nice ♡♡♡ I love you for making my life better even in the smallest ways possible

@blizzardsuplex @coquinaclutch @queeniesaewblog @skyqueen3 @mathiasandthefinntrolls @unseenbox @pinksuperkliq @fatal-3nvy @glumbat @himbos-hotline @highfunctioningfleshrule63 @junglemax @kennyyomega @lycanakin @xomegas-metal-mistressx @cannibalgh0st @crimson-of-the-earth @makemeyourvillixn @elefrog25-blog @rcedge @rickrude @theundertakeriscoming @your-darkdiva @ijustthinkevilunoisneat @angrycowboys @samsbvcky @doom-bomb @fluffyhales @kor-combat @lizzie-pod @stay-safe-pixieboots @milk-crater @d3rang3dm4rkp0sting @theblackbuffy @mjfsbaybay

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knittinganddrinkingtea · 1 year

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Michael Kors Collection Fall 2022

Model: Mathilde Henning

#Mathilde Henning #michael kors #Michael Kors Collection #fashion #mode #moda #model #models #women's fashion #womenswear #runway #catwalk #style #metallic #nyfw #fall 2022 #my upload

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wxnheart · 2 years

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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫… 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐬?

note: ...because nothing says regal and imposing like a pair of leather pants you've stitched for your dear Primarch. thank you, anon, for inspiring me to write this impromptu list.

Lion El'Jonson - He didn't even ask for you. The Dark Angels did. Luther has to talk him into having you around because surely there should be more to his wardrobe than his armor. Of course, precious resources are wasted because he barely, if ever, wears the clothes you so painstakingly made for him. Figures.

Who's that, now?

Fulgrim - Is too busy arguing with you because he likes his clothes stitched a certain way, thank you very much. Also likes when they emphasize certain... assets. He's a fucking diva but at least you know you're a damn good seamster what with the way he keeps you booked and busy. Would much rather wear a leather bodysuit than simple pants. Sure thing, Fulgrim.

Perturabo - It's amazing that you're still alive and kicking 'cause the bastard is NEVER satisfied. EVER. He's not one for embellishment when it comes to his wardrobe so it's as simple as it gets but he finds imperfections in even the simplest things. It's not your fault that the ungrateful bastard's shoulders are huge. The primarch who undoubtedly burns your leather pants.

Jaghatai Khan - ...You've been told he's fond of your clothing and wears them quite often but you've yet to see it. He's too busy going fast and being... everywhere but in your presence. He keeps you booked and busy, though. The White Scars are more interested in the pants than he is.

Leman Russ - You're literally doing everything else but be his personal seamster. He likes you but doesn't take your profession seriously lmao. Is the type to wear leather pants with no underwear on.

Rogal Dorn - Has the most uninteresting interesting taste in garments. Make of that what you will. Doesn't really give you a problem; also doesn't see the point in wearing leather pants so he doesn't. They just sit there.

Konrad - Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.

Sanguinius - D'aww, he's so cooperative. He doesn't even flinch when you touch his wings even though he wants to. Generally loves your clothing and extolls your talents. Will probably wear your leather pants a couple times because it makes him itchy. And because the Sanguinary Guard has expressed concern at his discomfort and thinks it's some insidious plot against him (Um... they're just pants?). He'll keep them as a memento, though.

Ferrus Manus - ...Your post may or may not be unnecessary. Sometimes. But you're there. And you made him some nice leather pants. Pants that he asked if they'd be useful to wear as he forged. Um... ("...My lord, you use your literal hands to mold hot metal.")

...Who??!?!?

Angron - What's the point when he's killed with your clothes more than he has worn them? Your leather pants are a last resort weapon for him.

Roboute Guilliman - Doesn't have many demands so long as the garment is comfortable, serves a purpose, and has some blue in it. Silently judged you when you presented him with a pair of leather pants. He wore them ONCE because he sat down and they ripped lmao. The Ultrashame of it all. May or may not have been the work of Lorgar. Somehow. Refuses to wear them again.

Mortarion - Um....

Magnus the Red - The primarch who just erases said pants from existence with help from the Warp. Appreciates your other clothes, though. Isn't too demanding but likes his clothes to bring attention to his unique appearance.

Horus Lupercal - He's a supermodel. An icon. He is the moment. Horus trusts your skills implicitly. He makes the leather pants, not the other way around. Will wear his the most out of his brothers.

Lorgar - Yeah, no. You're too busy butting heads with Kor Phaeron to even consider making Lorgar some more robes and he's too busy asking everyone about your lord and savior, the Emperor. The primarch who'd only wear leather pants when he ascends to edge lord status. Erebus would take possession of them beforehand just to piss you off lmao.

Vulkan - Your personal test subject. Is willing to wear just about everything 'cause he likes you, and will even wear your leather pants despite the fact that he gets hot easily.

Corvus - Good. Luck. Finding. Him.

Alpharius Omegon - Good god, how many fucking pants does one person need?!

#warhammer 40k #wh40crack.#primarch #primarch x reader #don't take this seriously.#or do.#your choice.#lmao.

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