#my ocs: adonis

[thelurchinghound]

Midnight snack

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Gender: Tiefling! FTM reader

Kinks/Warnings: Non-con, dacryphilia, eating out, fingering. Words like cunt, pussy, clit, etc used for the reader. Mentions of death.

A/n: Ah love my evil cowboy guy, he's so silly. Sorry if this is shit cuz I wrote this at like 1 in the morning on no sleep and a dream. Felt like I should fed y'all or something. THERE ARE MINOR SPOILERS FOR BG3 ACT 1.

| OC(s) used: Adonis 'Half-Elf' | Words: 876 | Proofread? No | NSFW |

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The smell of blood lingered in the grove after the slaughter of the tieflings and druids. Bodies of all sizes lay in piles of blood, bile by some. Goblin shouts echo in victory, looting the wooden trunks and grabbing all the beer they can. Though, Adonis didn't even glance at them. A sneer of dark satisfaction on his lips as his foot made a sickening crunch to the tiefling's head. Killing it if it wasn't dead already. His foot plants on their chest, and with a rough yank, he pulls his long sword from their stomach. Clearing the weapon of its gruesome traces on their shitty rags that they used to call clothes.

"Pity, so young, so stupid," he grumbled in a low voice to himself, his tone holding no remorse for the young tiefling. With a grunt, he stretches out, turning to talk to Minthara. The flick of a tail out of the corner of his eye drew his focus. Now that made his eyebrow quirk, a devilish smile gracing his plump lips. It seems the lucky ring he pried from that bratty kid's hands did work after all. He strolled towards the barrel, both hands on the hilt of his sword. His leather boots squelch in the bloody mud.

Adonis didn't even give you a chance to struggle, plead, or try and shove him away. His bloody fist twisted the collar of your shirt. Pulling you up to him, his peach eyes staring daggers into yours. He looked at you with malice, so much anger in his heart for a stranger. The half-elf reeked of spilled guts and liquor. It was pungent, assaulting your senses, and left a bad taste on your tongue. It made your face cringe, though he didn't seem to notice or care enough.

"Well, what do we have 'ere?" He said, shifting from one foot to the other. His gloved hand yanked your face from side to side. The stickiness of blood now coated you. Sharp eyes examining every little detail of you. "You're slicker than a hog in a mud puddle, ain't ya? Thought ya could escape my eyes? My wrath?" Adonis hissed before a swift knock to the head befitted you. You were out cold in less than a second.

When you woke up next, you didn't recognize the place, a cloth gag stuffed in your mouth. Your clothes were somewhere to your side, you seemed relatively unharmed. Tight knots secured your limbs, rendering any attempt at escape futile. The groggy thud of your head made it hard for your eyes to stay open, and the cheering of the goblins didn't help. The sleeping roll under you pressed against your aching limbs, it was cheap with no cushion to it. Quiet chatter between a man and a woman passed through the tent's folds. The talk was short, you could make anything out. The sharp ringing in your ears hadn't subsided.

The tent's fabric abruptly got yanked open to reveal the same man from earlier. Adonis didn't miss the way your tail flicked nervously or how your eyes darted around. "Relax darlin' I ain't 'ere to hurt you, yet," a faint chuckle leaves him as he says that. "Thought I deserved a lil' treat." The hat settled onto the surface with a gentle thud. "And I must say, you look like quite the treat. Not usually my type but better than the ugly muck of goblins out there," he was on you by that point. The leather gloves he was wearing were now discarded on the side by the hat. Scared hands run over curves and dip of your body. His body shivered when his fingertips ran over the ridges of your skin. They run down until reaching your tail, wasting no time grabbing it in a harsh grip.

Instinctively your tail coils around his forearm like a snake. An amused smirk suggested that he found the action rather entertaining. Leaning down he places rough kisses along your body. Starting at your jaw until he gets down between your thighs. The half-elf spread apart your thighs, his nose digging between your folds. Hot wet tongue lapping at the sweetness dripping down. Letting his teeth scrape against your sensitive bud. A muffled cry leaves your lips, your body trying to shuffle away fruitlessly. He pulls back a little, thumb swiping across his bottom lip with a hum. "Damn doll, you sweeter than any pie I ever tasted. Lemme get another taste," he snorted before diving back in with the addition of his fingers. One finger probes at your entrance before sliding in, he pumps it in and out for a bit before adding another in. While his fingers work on your cunt his lips roughly suck at your clit.

Tears streak down your face as Adonis keeps working on your cunt. You could hardly feel your numbing thighs quivering as that coil in you started to tighten. Though, your pleasure got cut off when the half-elf pulled back with a shit-eating grin. "Names Adonis, by the way," he impishly said. "Now, now. Stop yer pretty lil' crying. The fun hasn't even started yet," the hand that was holding your thigh unbuttons his pants. His erection is already swollen and throbbing.

[heartfullofleeches]

OOOO moth darling? I wanna throw my idea in too. Maybe a super kind and caring goth moth darling? Especially when they look super menacing (bcus they wear hardcore goth fashion) but their favorite game is smthn like animal crossing or they like super relaxing hobbies. (Also adonis could literally suffocate in the big tittie from his goth partner.) I hope you see my vision. PLEASE.

[Yan Butterfly + Goth Moth Darling]

Adonis is so weak for Darling.... He probably sneaks invites them into the buildings/homes he cleans for his job especially if there's been a murder or the home owners had some decor he knew they'd like. Adonis makes a fair amount of money from his cleaning gig, even moreso on contacts that are more "under the table" ergo shady folks looking to clean up any evidence left behind - but he's always spending his cash on gifts he knows Darling will like because he knows their preferred style of dress ain't always cheap.

Darling tells him they don't need it, but how can he stop when they're so kind to him? Making sure he eats, takes breaks, sleep. Butterfly boy may have worked himself to death by now if it wasn't for them. The long, grueling hours are worth it so long as he gets to come home and rest on their soft, warm ti- pillows...

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"Brought you some sandwiches. Nothin' special, grabbed them from that gas station around the corner, but I knew you had to have something since you've been here all morning. Promise I'll grab something more filling next time"

An angel....An absolute angel gifted from the heavens above. Here you were bringing him food and checking up on him, yet you had the gull to believe it wasn't enough.

"...thanks...." Adonis shyly takes the bag from you, tensing as your fingers brush against his. You gaze around the living room as he clumsily works to untie its strings. The couch, TV stand, and coffee table had all been pushed towards the far walls - dark stains embedded into the carpet close to where the legs of the table once stood. You crouch to get a better look.

"Is this...." Your voice grows quiet - barely a whisper as you extend your hand. "Where it happened?"

"M....Mhm..." Adonis mouths through bitefuls of bread and cheese. The sandwich wasn't the best, or worst thing he'd ever eaten, but knowing it came from you made every bite heaven. He had given you some details of the incident that had taken place. A burglary gone wrong resulting in the death of an innocent man. Nobody even knew he was gone until bills began piling up. Never had many friends or close family.... Adonis wasn't close with his parents either... If something happened to him... you'd probably be the first and only to notice...

"Adonis?..."

"Y...Yeah?"

The butterfly freezes as your arms fall around him, pulling him towards your chest.

"Promise me that no matter what you'll text me at the end of every shift you have. It doesn't matter how late it is...All I care about is that you're safe."

You actually care.... Adonis has always know that, but hearing you say it out loud even if muffled by his face smothered by your chest...He knew it was an inappropriate time, but it was hard not to obsess over the contact with every beat of your heart playing like a melody in his ear. An angel, his angel. His saving grace he'll never let go.

"I will... Every night... I promise to I'll let you know whenever I get home.. I promise."

"Thank you....."

Adonis looks down at his half eaten sandwich. "...My bosses said I could take anything I wanted. I think there's still some clothes in the closet still that you might like if you're interested?"

"Raiding a dead guy's closet wasn't on my list of plans today...but I think I have enough space in my schedule."

[dreamtydraw]

and here we are day 5 of the olnf week by @olnfweek2024 !!

Today's theme : Comfort

I think nowhere on earth comfort can be felt more than in the embrace of a loving mother, Opale probably gives the best hugs...

[perotovar]

“Iron Maiden, huh?” They teased. “What, I don’t look like I listen to Iron Maiden?” Frankie smiled, a little of his confidence coming back now that River was here. All of the comfort and teasing was still there from their texts. River hummed thoughtfully, one ring-clad finger running over the side of Eddie’s face on Frankie’s torso. “I didn’t say that. Just thought it was an interesting choice,” they grinned, looking back up at him. Frankie blinked down at them, following their finger that had yet to leave. “Interesting?” he squeaked, swallowing around another lump in his throat. River chuckled and took their hand away, shaking their head in amusement. “Don’t worry about it. C’mon, you promised me a dance, remember?” — into the beat of the night (ch 2) "fear of the dark"

art of river/frankie commissioned by the insanely talented @lights-on-the-ridge !!!! thank you so much, reid, i couldn't be happier with this outcome 🥹

if you ever wanted to properly see river, and with their man, look no further friends, for i have been gifted a FEAST to share!!

and for those of you that haven't yet read their story, you can find it right here -> into the beat of the night (18+)

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan Emperor

(Twelfth Official Post)

(Duke’s name is Isaiah Hartfeld)

(This one might be a bit muddled, but I tried my best.)

(Emperor’s name is Adonis Margold)

(this one focuses on the Emperor, part two should focus on the Duke)

     The Duke, Isaiah Hartfeld, was well known for being a promiscuous womanizer and he often caused an uproar in society. Which is what prompted the Emperor to marry Isaiah off to someone that would whip him into shape, you. You were a well known person throughout all social circles, you were the head of you family and you didn’t let anyone push you around. Of course, when the emperor first proposed such an idea you immediately shut it down. You didn’t explain why, but you did say that nothing in this world would ever make you change your mind. So, he decides to offer you something out of this world, something only he can give you.

     The Emperor greets you as you enter the throne room, a sly smile on his tanned face. “Ah, Good Morrow, my dear friend, how are you this lovely evening?” He descends from his throne, his boots click against the marble floor. He holds a gloves hand out and waits for you the greet him, you reluctantly grab hold of his hand with one of your own gloved hands. (Gloves are very popular around here) You place a respectful kiss on his knuckles (which, of course, causes the Emperor to smile) and then let go of his hand (which causes the emperor’s smile to fall).

      “I am doing no better than any other day, why did you call me here, Your majesty?” You respond with an air of formality and familiarity. The Emperor frowns, finding your formality unnecessary. “Come now, my dear subject, formality is not necessary. We’re practically family!” He says with a grin on his face and wink of his eyes, you, however, are confused. But you just nod your head and let him say what he wants. He waits for your response, but his joy diminishes with each second of silence.

     He clears his throat and pats your shoulders. “I see you’re in no mood for small talk, so I suppose I should just get to the point.” He forces a smile on his face and places his hands on your shoulders, he chooses to ignore the way you lean away from him. “I’ve decided that you shall marry Duke Hartfeld.” Your eyes widen and you’re about to disagree when the Emperor interrupts you. “Ah, Ah, Ah, I already know what you’re about to say, but trust me, you do not want to reject this deal.” He leads you to a nearby chair, which seems to have been placed just for you, and sits you down. He kneels, on one knee, in front of you.  “Your majesty! What are you doing?!” You exclaim, finding his behavior strange. He brushes off your worries and continues speaking.

     “Listen, [Y/N], I know you aren’t from this country and I know you want to go home. So, if you marry the Duke and straighten him up, then I’ll take you home.” Your expression shifts from disbelief to doubt, how would the Emperor send you home, and how does he know you aren’t from here? Unless, by home, he means returning you to your country. Which would make more sense, because you were a prisoner of war when you first came to this country. Now, you’re a high ranking general and commanding an army, you can’t help but be proud of yourself. “What on Ilasatra do you mean?” (Ilasatra is the equivalent of earth in this world.) You ask him, a frown developing on your face.

    The Emperor smirks and brushes your hair back, then he stands up and begins to circle your chair. He stands behind you and leans his head down to whisper into your ears. “You know exactly what I mean.” He purrs, placing his hand on your shoulder and caressing it, which causes you to lean away from him. He touches you far too much, it makes you very uncomfortable. Your breath catches in your throat and you can’t help the hope that claws its way to your heart. “You can send me home?” You mutter, turning to face him and your gaze catch his. There’s such a hopeful look in your eyes, he smirks, it amuses him and then his eyes are caught by your lips. Oh, how he wishes to love you, but you would be of better use whipping the Duke into shape. 

    He clears his throat and drags his gaze away from yours, he resumes his previous action of circling your chair. His hand trails down your arm and causes goose bumps on your skin (because you’re uncomfortable). “Yes, I could get you home, but only if you do something for me first.” His tone is quite mysterious, he seems to know something you don’t. “It will be worth it, I promise.”  His hand entangles itself with yours, you pull away and he reluctantly lets you go. 

     You contemplate his words, your brows furrowed and you wipe your hand on your coat (which, of course, causes him to chuckle). You hesitantly agree, knowing that making a deal with the emperor is a bad idea. “Very well then, Your Majesty, I trust you.” His heart flutters when you admit to trusting him, he didn’t know those words could have such a pleasant affect on him. He smiles and yanks you out of your chair, he then places both his hands on your shoulders. “That’s wonderful, [Y/N], I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” He traps you in a tight hug, despite how uncomfortable it makes you (and it makes you very uncomfortable).

      You struggle somewhat to escape his grip, eventually giving up and letting him hold you as long as he wished. He sighs, his mind awash with loving images of you and him together. He knows it will never happen, but he surely can dream about it. You’re pretty sure he was sniffing your hair and that was your sign to escape the hug, so you stepped on his foot and then backed away from him. His pained groans are muffled by his hand and he tries not to scream, he forgot how sharp your boots were. “Ah, my dear, that was quite rude of you, but I’ll forgive you, just don’t do it again.” He warns you with a rather playful tone, even waggles his finger at you, but the threat is real. You frown and shuffle away from him. 

     He tsks and drags you back to him, although he does have to fight as you dig your heels into the marble flooring. “Come now, dear, I won’t hurt you. Don’t you want to know what I need from you?” His smile tightens as he struggles, he didn’t expect you to be so strong. He chuckles nervously, he even sweats a bit (which irritates him because he absolutely despises sweating). He lets go of you, causing you to stumble back yet you retain your balance. “Okay, you just stay there and I’ll explain the deal to you, alright?” You nod your head and he claps his hands together. His smile grows and his tone shifts from agitated to cheery. “Wonderful! My dear, do you know who Duke Hartfeld is?” You nod again, then verbally respond. “Yes, I’ve heard rumors about him.”

     Actually, you’ve heard many rumors, all of them attest to his hedonistic lifestyle. You don’t like him very much, you absolutely despise him. The Emperor smiles again, he smiles a lot, and walks towards you. “Great, I want you to marry him-“ You gasp in shock and then interrupt him, because there is no way in Natiscle (Natiscle is the equivalent of hell in this world.) that you’re going to marry that worthless wrench of a man. “Oh, like Natiscle I will marry that man! I wouldn’t marry him if he were the last man on Ilasatra!” You exclaim loudly, the servants in the room startled by your behavior. The Emperor is amused by your response, he chuckles and feels himself growing fonder of you with each word that escapes your mouth.

     “Oh, Baiyases, (Baiyas is the equivalent of heaven in this world, so Baiyases is the equivalent of heavens.) now dear, you shouldn’t overreact. He really isn’t all that bad, if you ignore his faults and he won’t be any trouble if you smack him around a bit.” The Emperor does not like the Duke, at all, and neither do you. But you could never smack Duke Hartfeld around, he’s so weak and it’s not like he’s a criminal. “Oh, no, I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right.” She responds causing him to rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Oh, please [Y/N], you’ve dealt with far more reputable enemies than that old Duke.” You cringe when he mentions your past, as a general you’ve had to take down many people and you hate being reminded of that. Also, the Duke Isn’t that old, he’s actually younger than you. Which might explain his promiscuity, they say, that is the noble women say, that young man are very adventurous, and often have trouble committing to a relationship. 

     You sigh, a frown etching its way onto your face. You look away from the Emperor, which causes you to miss his frown, and then think about his offer. You don’t want to marry that wretched Duke, but the Emperor says he can send you home and you really do want to go home. You sigh again and massage your temple. “Okay, I’ll do it, but you have to promise you’ll send me home right after. I don’t want to stay with him any longer than necessary.” You fold your hands together and tug at your gloves. The Emperor smiles once he hears you accept his request and he can’t help but hug you again. “Oh, thank you so much, my dear! All I need you to do is whip him into shape and then you can leave, okay?” 

      You nod, then wriggle your way out of his hold. This time the Emperor doesn’t frown, he seems happy to have heard you agree to his favor. “How long do I have to be married to him?” You ask, causing him to tilt his head and pretend to think. “Oh, perhaps two or three years. That’s not too long, is it?” You groan, just a week around that Duke is too much. You couldn’t fathom spending two years with him, let alone three. The Emperor chuckles upon seeing your disgusted face, he takes joy in knowing that you despise the Duke just as much as he does. “Is that alright, dear? Surely you could handle two, or three, years with the Duke? After all, you’re a very strong person, the Duke couldn’t be much worse than those on the battlefield, right?” 

     You frown again once the Emperor brings up your past, he sure likes to do that. You sigh, roll your eyes and cross your arms. “I can’t do two years, but I’ll do one year.” The Emperor tilts his head, amused and intrigued by your behavior. Not many nobles would have the gall to negotiate with the Emperor, that’s why your his favorite subject. “Hm, a year and half.” He says, which causes you to glare at him, then speak again. “No, one year and three months.” The Emperor exhales and his eyes narrow, he’s becoming irritated with your boldness. “A year and two weeks.” He responds, you consider his offer, then nod your head. “Fine, a year and two weeks, but no more.” He smiles, quite happy now that you’ve agreed with him. “Wonderful, oh, I can’t wait for the ceremony!” (Although, he would rather you marry him, but oh well, such is life) He claps his hands together and kisses your cheek, as a way to share his congratulations, but it just made you uncomfortable.

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Bonus Scenes:

You: “Do you really think me strong?” Not many nobles admire your strength, they believe you should fit into a certain mold, and it’s rather frustrating.

The Emperor: He places his hand son your shoulders, a flirtatious smirk on his face. “Why of course, darling! You are so very strong, the strongest person I’ve ever met..” He purrs, his hands trailing down your arms.

You: You puff out your chest upon hearing the Emperor compliment your strength. “Hmph, that’s right, I’m the strongest person around.” 

The Emperor: He chuckles, amused by your behavior. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, he’ll do anything if it means having you next to him.

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(Hope you enjoyed this fan fiction, this one was a bit longer than most of my other written works. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it and please leave a comment if you want more.)

(This is just part one, it focuses more on the Emperor than the Duke, but don’t worry the Duke will have his turn soon enough!)

(this took hours and days to make, mostly because I procrastinated, but at least it’s done. This is part one, part two will, hopefully, focus on the Duke.)

[cloverstar-li]

Some 0105 again

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I like when I draw callum plushie hehe heso cute 🥰🥰🥰

Abigal with gays is something we can't miss :D

[lammy-art]

You look a lot like her

001 & 010

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[sleepyfan-blog]

First Meetings

Author’s Note: Author’s Note: This is the next part of the Raised on Terra AU! First. Previous. Next. A big thanks to @plagueparchments, @undeaddream, @kit-williams and @bleedingichorhearts for allowing me to borrow their OCs for this fic!

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @sharenadraculea @whorety-k @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan 

Warnings: swearing, verbal threats

Summary: The newly assigned caretakers to the Primarchs meet their charges for the first time, and each other. 

“So… These are the Primarchs, huh? I wasn’t expecting them to be so little.” Baphomet hummed as she leaned over one side of the bassinet holding one of her newly assigned charges. Nine peered up at her with sanguine eyes as he flared his oversized, fledgling-down wings up at her “Good morning to you too, ya little shit.” She cooed at the fussy little primarch. She grinned as she reached down and ran a finger across the infant general’s puffed-out wings.

He issued and bapped her finger with his wings, wiggling from side to side, trying to evade her touch.

“Aww, I’m sure that we’ll get along sooner or later, little buddy. Unless your liege lord or Valdor decides otherwise, you’re stuck with me until you’re big and old enough for martial training, fluffy.” Baphomet informed the tiny, tetchy Primarch. She booped his little nose and he started to gum the offending finger, occasionally letting out little hissing sounds.

“Please stop winding up Nine, we are supposed to be caring for them, not distressing them.” Adonis gently admonished, having slowly placed a single hand into Sixteen’s bassinet, allowing the naturally curious and generally friendly-natured little Primarch to get used to this new person in his life. 

Sixteen slowly wriggled towards Adonis’ offered hand, tiny fingers gently wrapping around the Aquilan Shield’s thumb and squeezing a little. “Bah?” The infant general babbled, staring up at him with curious eyes. 

Apollo frowned as he looked over at one of the vents that kept the atmosphere in this room at the optimal conditions. There were odd whistling and clicking sounds growing louder from the vent closest to Eight, picking up the sleeping infant general with one hand, tucking him into his chest, a low warning rumbling from the Dread Spear as he moved into a defensive position “Who or whatever is in the vent, state your business as to why you are there and either continue to do it silently or leave. This room is strictly off limits to everyone who does not have the personal seal of the Emperor’s Approval to be here. Your execution will be slow and graphic.” 

“Careful of your language.” Almach murmured, the powerful Blank narrowing his eyes at the Dread Spear Custodian, having already picked up Primarch Eleven and rocked the younger being into a peaceful slumber, with Eleven’s head pressed against his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat.

“I have not sworn once, and mind how you speak to me. We may be part of the same team, but I far outrank you.” Apollo huffed, glowering down at the dark haired Blank for a moment before focusing on the potential threat to the end-results of one of the projects that His Majesty had been working on the most intensely for ten centuries. 

There was a series of binaric chirps and clicks, which was quickly translated into [Greetings! This one is called VM-3507 or Tiny for short. I have been assigned to this project by the Captain General Himself, to care for Primarchs Four, Seven, Ten and Eighteen. I heard a slight miscalibration in the aeration filtration system and went to investigate and fix it. The minor malfunction has been repaired.] 

The martian tech priest scuttled out of the vents, unfolding into a larger form, shaking off imaginary dust from their long robes and clicking their way over to where Eighteen was currently laying on his back and patted the infant lightly on the head.

Eighteen wiggled a little before smiling and laughing in response to the touch.

Apollo’s eyes narrowed a little, before he huffed and held Eight a little closer to his chest, looking down as he felt a dampness on his shirt start to grow. The little Primarch had latched onto his shirt with his tiny, clawed hands and was sucking onto a small wrinkle of fabric. The Dread Spear rolled his eyes and grumbled “Hungry again, I see. Well then, let’s get you some warmed formula.” And stalked over to where the formula was stored, pouring a measure of it into a bottle, double-checking that it was the correct temperature before pressing the artificial nipple on the bottle to Eight’s lips.

“You all… Are very noisy.” Zedkiel murmured, holding Nineteen close to his chest, the terran-born Astartes staring down at his tiny Primarch with a mixture of awe and soul-deep protectiveness. He was keenly aware of the fact that if there was so much as a whisper spread amongst his brothers to be able to have a hand in raising and training their primarch when he was so young and vulnerable, there was no one they wouldn’t kill, maim or slaughter for the privilege. He still couldn’t quite believe he’d been given such a weighty and wonderful responsibility by the Captain General of the Custodes. He’d thought that the rearing of the Primarchs would be a duty done solely by the Custodes… Though given that half of the caretakers were Custodes, perhaps they’d been brought in to broaden the little Primarchs’ initial exposure to different kinds of peoples. 

Almach rolled his eyes, still rocking a sleeping Eleven slowly back and forth “Not all of us are noisy.”

One woke up when the adult Blank walked by his crib, rolled so that he was on his belly and began hissing at Almach, his bright green eyes almost glowing in the light.

His hissing woke up Six, who snuffled in his crib before starting to whimper and whuffle in distress at all the new scents around him, burying himself further into his nest of blankets. 

The emotional distress from two of his brothers immediately woke up twelve from his doze, who promptly began wailing at the top of all three of his lungs. 

Apollo sighed as Eight finished eating. He patted the little Primarch on his back, just in case he swallowed down any air for several seconds before setting him down and going over to pick up Six as gently as he’d been sternly informed that infants needed to be handled. He roughly began rocking the fussing Primarch with an irritated “Hey. Shh. Calm. Calm down you little sh-... Infant. No need for tears and crying. We are here to protect and care for you. Stop. Crying!” 

Hopefully the Primarchs would be able to better take direction, once they were out of infancy. Because Six wasn’t at all listening to Apollo as his whuffles turned into full-blown howls of distress as he was picked up, desperately clawing at Apollo’s chest, trying to wiggle his way to freedom.

“You don’t want to be dropped. My new training tells me that dropping you from this height would injure you quite a bit… And though you were designed for faster than normal heal-... You know what? Maybe dropping you is a good idea. Our Creator wove fail-safes within your DNA to ensure that you would grow faster in response to perceived dang-”

There were several sharp clicks and whistles as the Martian Tech Priest all but teleported over to Apollo and dared to swipe Six from his grasp in one fluid movement as one of it’s other hands grabbed Six’s favored stuffed animal, a dark grey and white canid, wiggling it just out of Six’s reach. 

Six sniffled and shuffled a little, before trying to reach out and grab the toy.

The martian priest held it just out of Six’s reach for several more seconds before allowing the infant primarch to hold and cuddle the toy. VM-3507 gently placed both the little primarch and the toy down and stared up at Apollo and clicked out [Omnisiah commands we care for and raise infants. Deliberate harm at this stage causes emotional delays and harm that are life-long. Your breach of duty has been reported to the captain-general.]

“Wh… What the fuck, ‘Polly?” Baphomet spluttered, glaring at Apollo far too judgmentally for the Dread Spear’s taste. “We’re supposed to care for the little buggers, not threaten to half-kill ‘em. Even with how carpeted this floor is, a drop for your giant-ass height would break at least one of their teeny tiny bones and take weeks to heal. Do you wanna explain how one of his generals got hurt on your first day in charge of caring for him?”

“You… You do remember his majesty’s temper and mood when it comes to potential delays in the progress of the Primarch Project, yes?” Adonis added in, voice mild and quiet. 

“I wasn’t.. I wasn’t actually going to drop Six! It was… My mouth got ahead of me in a moment of frustration is all.” Apollo huffed, turning to check on one of his charges. He startles, having not realized that the only Blank on the Caretaker team had set down Eleven and made his way over to where he had been standing, glowering darkly up at him. “... Why are you so close to me?”

“Proving a point. You Custodes are deadly warriors, yes. But you are not the only ones who are deadly and quick when need be.” Almach growled, glaring threateningly up at the oversized golden bastard “My expertise in battle lies in Guerrilla warfare. I have slaughtered hundreds of men and witches in the name of the Emperor, and by all that I hold dear… If you prove to be a threat to any of these blessed infants I will strike you down myself and no one will ever be able to find your body. Do you understand. Sir?”

Apollo leaned away from the fuming Blank, arching a brow at him. “While I am certain you are a deadly warrior with few peers… First, I have no intent on harming any of the Primarchs unless expressly ordered to do so in order to encourage their growth… And two, I somehow doubt that you would be able to overcome me in one on one combat. Even with your particular… Traits as a Blank.”

 During the arguing, Zedkiel had quietly placed his infant primarch in one of the many available baby slings after securing it to his chest. He then grabbed two more, grateful that his astartes-sized chest allowed him to carry multiple infants safely as he picked up Twenty-A and Twenty-O, making sure to place the twins in the slings next to each other, to help keep them quiet. He then stealthed over to where Thirteen was quietly watching and listening, blue eyes wide.

Thirteen made a small burbling sound as the Raven Guard picked him up, befores settling down quietly, turning to look at Nineteen, who he was placed in a sling next to. Thirteen slowly reached out and poked one of Nineteen’s cheeks.

Nineteen tilted his head a little and poked Thirteen back in the chest with a tiny giggle.

Zedkiel had no desire to deal with squabbling Custodes, and neither should his charges. As long as he didn’t leave the wing of the Imperial Palace where the Primarchs were located, he could go wherever he liked with them.

[mxrtified777]

if you kiss me, mister, i might tell my sister

[kakusboyfriend]

Happy 2 years of me being mentally ill as fuck about this freak ♥

And here's a bonus also! Couldn't help myself.

Yknow like. the pin was cool and all, and its nice that doing stuff with photo paper works too - but i wanted to actually *paint* this abomination. you can be absolutely certain this is going straight to the car keys

[magspy]

My half of an art trade with the wonderful @okktober-draws 🌷👑✨️

I had so much fun working on this and sneaking in little references to different fairytales on the book spines <3

[heartfullofleeches]

[Yet another cursed Adonis [butterfly Yan] thought this time with gremlin darling. piss mention... sorta? It's implied ig]

Gremlin darling places two cups in front of Adonis

Gremlin Darling: Care to play a little game, Adonis? One of this is apple juice. The other is a cup full of my-

[Adonis downs both cups in seconds - happiness draining from his face as he finishes the second cup.]

Adonis: ...huh?.... These are both juice. Did you get the cups mixed up? Can we play another round?.. Please?.... Why are you walking away?...

[dreamtydraw]

Art is not arting today but take those little doodles as introductions for my fourth mc for olnf, my little Adonis hanging out with qiu.

[toadslug]

When they were together :)

[faux-ecrivain]

Headcannons about Yan Emperor

(Seventeenth Official Post)

(Name is Adonis Margold)

(Links to help you; 140 Shades of Purple Color With Names, Hex, RGB, CMYK Codes - Color Meanings , 134 Shades of Green Color With Names, Hex, RGB, CMYK Codes - Color Meanings , 140 Shades of Purple Color With Names, Hex, RGB, CMYK Codes - Color Meanings , eighteenth century | British Food: A History )

He hates it when he starts sweating, it makes his body feel all sticky and uncomfortable 

He hates the color Harelquin green and despises the color Fuchsia purple, but loves the colors Chinese violet and tea green

He’s actually the son of a concubine/mistress and was quite close to his father (the late Emperor)

Despite this he has no intention of taking a concubine or mistress

His favorite food is filet mignon 

His favorite dessert is smoking bishop (a British dessert from the 18th or 19th century)

He dreams about a domestic life with you (he’s even considered adopting/having a few kids)

He hated you when he first met you

He hates the Duke so much that he has a target dummy that has the duke’s painting on it and the emperor literally rips that thing apart with his sword/arrows

He’s been through 21 failed assassination attempts on his life, 33 failed assassination attempts on his mom’s life, 14 failed assassination attempts on his dad’s life, five failed assassination attempts on his siblings and 6 successful ones (he had a lot of siblings).

He doesn’t know how to ride a horse and wants you to teach him

He sleeps with a stuffed bear at night

He has a very comfy bed and often invites (commands) you to lay with him

He doesn’t hate the peasants, but he wants nothing to do with them and do he devised a plan to just take care of their needs, so they’ll stop bothering him

He absolutely despises any and all, except you, nobles, like he cannot stand being in a room with them for long than 20 minutes

His favorite flower is the Dawnrising flower, it only blooms at Dawn and he loves the way it looks. 

It comes in two shades, one has a yellow center which fades into orange at the beginning of the petals which then fades into a light red and has splashes of light blue in it, and the tips of the petal are a dark shade of pink

The second version has a dark shade of purple center that fades into a light purple near the edges, then it fades into a pink as the petals bloom and the tips are a shade of blue

Although, Dawnrising flowers are quite rare and he’s only found a handful, all of which he’s kept alive and taken wonderful care of them

He doesn’t actually want to be the Emperor, but he’s the only one left in his blood line and he’s not one to forsake responsibility 

He adores cute fuzzy animals and has a pet cat (it’s a tiger), it’s quite big though and has to be kept outside

Many women have tried to win the Emperor’s heart, but he has turned them away and will continue to do so. 

This has caused speculation about the Emperor’s sexuality, some assume he’s into guys, but the truth is he doesn’t care about the gender as long as they have a respectable personality (also he just really wants to marry you)

He’s a very good dancer and favors the tango

When it comes to cuddles, he prefers to wrap his arms around whomever he’s cuddling and then lay on top of them (no idea why, of course this doesn’t mean he’s against being the little spoon when cuddled)

He gets bored rather easily and gets irritated just as quick

Despite his friendly personality, he’s actually quite cruel and temperamental. If someone bugs him too much or resists him too often, he’ll lash out and severely punish them

If the person he loves doesn’t reciprocate then he’ll wait a little for them to come to their sense, but if it takes too long then he’s not above kidnapping and murder

He has a reputation for being a monster on the battlefield, it’s said that he’s killed entire armies of opposing forces before (of course, his reputation could never live up to yours, you’ve got far more experience in battle then him)

He has a thing for really strong people and if the person he’s perusing has some muscles, well, let’s just say they should expect an onslaught of perversion and flirtatious remarks/touches 

Although, if the one he loves Isn’t particularly strong, he doesn’t mind and will still love him

His favorite color is Liserian Pink

He likes watching the middle class performers do plays, actually he likes to watch plays in general and operas

He’s visited many places on Ilasatra and his favorite place to visit is Rais (the equivalent of china in this world)

He’s enjoys learning about other cultures and heritages, his own is a bit messy and he doesn’t like thinking about it

He hates his grandfather and doesn’t care for his grandmother 

He never really cared for his siblings, except for a little boy named Frederick those two were quite close and up until little Fred died (at the age of twelve) Adonis spent a lot of time with him

He likes to read books on myths, particularly Terres myths (equivalent of Greek myths in this world)

He has a journal that he uses to write down every dream, every thought and everything about you, actually he has many, many journals. :)

(Hope you enjoy this and don’t forget to reblog/comment!)

(Also, please send in some asks/requests about my characters, I’m happy to answer them and it’ll give me the motivation necessary to continue posting!)

[cloverstar-li]

My ^^ boys

Hughley look so curse I'm scared😂 (I don't know when this was drawn it)