#warhammer 40k oc x canon

[idle-skull]

Konrad & Lark. The Huntsman & The Night Haunter.

Finally figured out Lark’s armor >:))

[maggotknight]

rogue trader sketch dump. Heinrix's face is elusive to me so he shape shifts :'')

It's the biomancy.

[zyuu-fusil]

Just curious 😗👉👈

(Commission by @.无钱菌 on Mihuashi)

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙:

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: So uh… how we doing today?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams,@egrets-not-regrets.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Viață mică - Little Life (Romanian)

Viață - Life (Romanian)

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Language, Filth, Google Translation.

Returning home, I threw my keys onto the counter and started to take off my coat and placed it over the leather couch. Swiping up some mail from the same counter.

I sighed and started to flip through it. Stopping for just a second to take off my shoes, using the counter as support. I wondered where Amadeus was as he usually greeted me at the door like usual. His mock helmet nuzzling against the top of my head, brightening up my day just a little bit brighter when he would greet me so sweetly.

Placing the mail off to the side. I started to take off my shirt next. Figuring if I was alone I could partly streak my own home for a moment and gather my clothing back when I was done taking my planned shower.

Throwing my shirt off to the side, near the leather couch. I made quick work of my pants, unbuttoning them and throwing my pants off to the side on the couch too when I wiggled them off.

Taking the mail from the counter again. I slowly made my way down the hallway and passed a spare living room that I had to do a double take at. My heart jumping in my chest at the split second dark flash I saw until I realized it was just Amadeus.

A very, very needy looking Amadeus.

My god, wasn’t he a sight to see.

The curtains were closed blocking most of the sunlight, but there was this streak of light coming through, creating a god-like glow on his pale naked skin. His most prominent scar going across his chest lining up with the angled sun streak. His lean body leaning back on the love sofa. He huffed, his chest rising up in down quickly. His c*ck twitching against his body, producing some prec*m off the tip. Was he…?

Maybe that shower can wait.

Amadeus tried taking multiple cold showers, but it simply wasn’t enough for his heated skin. He doesn't know really why he was so hot, so needy. It wasn’t like him to be so sexually high. He tried taking care of his sudden erection, c*ming once, twice, then thrice by his hand, but it pained him more than anything, like he was endlessly edging himself. It just wasn’t enough for him. He needed something more.

His eyes snapped open when the scent of his viață mică reached his nose. His mouth falling open to capture more of her scent while he leaned forward on the sofa. His c*ck pulsing at the sight of his viață mică half naked at his waist.

He watched with half lidded eyes as she placed her hands on his thighs, slowly running her fingers up and down them as she cooed at him. Flushing her chest up against his c*ck. The skin against skin contact making his body ignite even more. A strangled groan rumbling through his chest while he clutched the sides of the sofa, creating an indent in them with his nails.

Throne, this is what he needed. He needed his viață mică to take care of him and his aching c*ck. 

He felt like he was in paradise. The need was still strong, but it was pleasurable and it didn’t cause him much discomfort as it did with his hands.

He felt himself twitch, her hands taking the bottom of his length and slowly tracing his prec*m all the way up to his tip before her warm mouth opened up, cooing up at him before wrapping around him.

He nearly thrusted up into her mouth. Another groan falling from his lips, crushing the arm of the soft he gripped onto, by the Emperor.

Her tongue swirled around his tip. Then bobbed her head up and down. A sinful squelch sounding out. Her hands sliding up and down his V line and thighs. Throne, it was all too much, but it wasn’t enough at the same time. He needed more. He needed to be inside his viață mică.

Bringing his hand forward, he gently took her by the throat after she popped off his c*ck for a breath. Surprising his little bonded as she jumped in his hold while he came forward and pressed his lips against her swollen lips. Tasting his needy self on her tongue.

Slowly, he urged his little bonded down to the animal skinned rug beneath them. His lips slowly working his way down her body. Listening to how her breath hitched and her heart beat pick up its pace. His fangs itching to mark her up, to draw blood from that soft flesh of hers. To taste the sweetness of her blood and c*nt.

“Ești prea dulce pentru mine, viață mică(You are too sweet for me, little life.)” He groaned, kissing the inside of her thigh. Suckling a little there while he watched her squirm beneath his touches; his affections. “Dându-te mie.(Giving yourself to me.)”

“I-I hope that means you're enjoying yourself.” She stammered beneath him as he hummed, moving her panties to the side and wrapped his arms around her thighs. His hands softly pressing against her soft stomach, keeping her in place while his tongue slithered out of his mouth, pulling his little viaţă close, a squeak leaving her shuddering body.

Twisting and thrusting his tongue. He listened to the many pretty little noises his little viață made. Her thighs coming in and closing around his head as he ignored how his c*ck was aching for release. He needed to feast, to taste the sweetness before he would stuff his c*ck right inside of her tight c*nt.

He kept the top of her body still on the ground as she cried out. The rest of legs locking around his head as he let her ride out her climax on face. Lapping up anything her delicious, throbbing core would give him.

“Throne, Aș putea să te mănânc toată ziua.(I could eat you all day.)” He mumbled, dragging his lips back up his viață mică body. His hands dragging up the sides of her body and arms. Tugging off her bra while he was at it.

“I hope… you are paying for that.” She huffed, his lips meeting hers once more. His c*ck twitching underneath him while he dragged his hands up her arms, pinning them up above her head.

“Îți dau tot ce vrei, mica mea viață.(I give you everything you want, my little life.)” He spoke, nuzzling his little bonded head before dragging his lips down her face. “Ți-aș da orice de-al meu(I would give you anything of mine.)”

“Ți-aș da viața mea( I would give you my life.)” He admitted, vowed. Kissing her cheek bone. “Ți-aș da sângele meu.(I would give you my blood.)” He kissed her shoulder. “Fiii și fiicele noastre.(Our sons and daughters.)” He purred, running his fangs over her throat, making her shiver beneath him. “Viitorul nostru.(Our future.)”

She gasped beneath him. The simple noise pleasing his ears. His fangs drawing blood from her while he inched himself closer and closer to her tight core. A moan rumbling out of his chest.

He rolled his hips slowly; deeply. The unholy squelch of their hips coming together and their gasps and huffs staining each other’s heated skin. Bodies desperately trying to get closer to one another with each thrust, with each beat of their heart’s.

Truly, his little viaţă was too sweet to him.

Amadeus groaned, nearing his own climax after making his mica viata c*m multiple times on his c*ck before he did. The moon resting between the curtains now.

His lips rose off her skin to stop drinking from his little weakened viaţă, but her hand slid from his own, dragging up his arm and wrapping up and around his head. Threading her fingers through his hair before gripping at it, urging him to drink more.

A deep moan came out of his lips. His c*ck pulsing inside of her as he couldn’t help, but drink some more of her blood. Her whimpering command clear to him.

He didn’t stop when he climaxed himself, his hips slowly grinding back into his little bonded. His head lifting up from her shoulder to lap at the deep mark he created, making sure there wasn’t an ounce of wasted blood on her precious skin.

Throne, he wasn’t finished with his viață mică yet. He still has a lot more to give to his mica viata. He could feel it.

Though, he doesn’t really know what got into him, wanting to breed his mica viata, but he wasn’t really complaining if it had her yearning for him while he drank her sweet blood from her and f*cked her.

Touching his own head against her own. He kept moving his hips into her coated walls. Licking her blood off of his lips as he enjoyed the little sounds she gave him.

[kit-williams]

Happy Valentines day

Male Lead: Gabriel

Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/Space Marine Husbandry Sentience/Non Canon

Canon Status: Canon for the Non Canon (basically sexy marines are non canon so please do not label this Space Marine Husbandry use the Space Marine Husbandry Sentience tag)

I'd like to thank Barn Anon for infecting me with their precious non murderous baby their Blood Angel Gabriel and giving me permission to 'Go nuts' in putting their blorbo in smexual situations.

tw: Smut, I know some people will add the fact that the word love is used so yeah I use the word love in this.

He croons to you in gothic sprinkling in some English but he prefers to tell you such romantic things in High gothic as he can easily find his words in his native tongue as his slowly kissed up your leg and down your arm... running his tongue over your arteries.

You were a nervous mess as you felt like a pervert? Sex with Astartes felt oddly taboo... though you felt your head swimming as you looked at Gabriel in a different light... you had let a man into your home... you had let this hyper warrior male into your home, you had let him take care of you, you had been taking care of him, you both had given each other affection... you felt like a pervert taking something wholesome and turning it to lurid. But Gabriel assured you that it was far more of him seducing you verses him being seduced by you.

He coos with a laugh as you worry about being some degenerate and reminds you of how the only real degenerates are Emperor's Children. His large mouth presses to yours as his hands move down your to your waist as he pulls you onto his chest. The height different wasn't that bad... but your hips could not grind against one another as you two kissed. But he still kissed you slowly and tenderly.

A large hand of his ran over the swell of your ass, palming and massaging one of the cheeks as his other kept your mouth moving against his but holding your chin gently. His tongue slipping between your lips as drool oozed out of the corners of your mouth as your smaller tongue was bullied into compliance by his own. You finally pull away to breathe as you sit on his stomach. He looks at you like there was fire in his eyes... like you were the center of his world... like how all those love songs teenagers sing completely miss. How that puppy love doesn't compare to the way Gabriel looks at you.

You fidget with the hem of your shirt pulling it off over your head... feeling the heat rush to your cheeks as it doesn't come off sexily or cleanly... you forgetting a button... oh how self conscious you feel but when you finally get your shirt off you're left looking down at him. He just has to loosen a few things and then he is naked. There is a bit of a belly on him but it feels so firm... his pectorals look firm and almost like a body builders but you can see the layer of fat that just barely covers the muscles. You do your best to not look behind you and between his legs... you feel him nuzzle your softer flesh and watch the pleasure move on his face.

You look back and just watch him slowly harden then seemingly quickly harden and you look back and he looks at you with a hungry yet cheeky stare as if watching you watch him was a turn on. He's big... not as massive as you were expecting but if he was the size of an average man he'd be on the longer and girthier side of the scale... a fit but not impossible. You swallow and blush looking away from his red eyes, "I... I think you'll fit."

"I know I will... even if you are on the smaller end I will be careful." He coos as you feel his hand that was on your ass move down and his finger... his middle just dip into your sex. You lay on him as he just gets you ready... the way he breathes in your ear... his mouth on your shoulder and neck, the way his teeth just rest on the skin as he kisses and sucks. How strange you feel breathing in his ear and moaning softly into his shoulder. "Are you ready?" He says softly.

"Y-yeah." you say nervously as you feel the head of his cock pushing and prodding against your sex as you swallow and use his hands to balance as you push down. The slickness of your sex allows his cock to glide through you as you soon feel your hips against his. "Oh god you actually fit..." The blush dances over your face as your walls clench around his cock.

Gabriel just nods as his head is against the pillow as a hand rests on his forehead as he feels the way you clench around him and the warmth of his hips against yours. How you tremble before you lie down just resting your head against his body. "Gabriel..."

"Yes Darling." He says with a strained voice trying to not move though that slick warmth that he rests inside of you makes it very hard not too.

"Please move." You say as he spreads his legs and bends his knees, you can feel him raise his hips off the mattress slightly as he churns his hips up slowly. You moan softly as he pulls in and out of you slowly but this intimate position makes it feel a bit more intense. You moan in and out panting softly as his breath shutters out as his hand rests on the back of her head as his eyes look over at her mouth wanting to kiss her hard... perhaps after bringing her to orgasm in this position.

Gabriel feels odd... as he has thought of how he wants this to go.... and idea of how he would go through this. He had a plan all the way up to this point and now he was running blind. He tried to keep his hips slow and steady but his enjoyment was growing stronger and stronger as he increased his pace as his fingers played with your hair. Your moans of his name cause him to press his hands into your thighs a bit harder to squeeze the flesh there, feeling the soft flesh against his firm hands.

He arches and hisses in delight as you run your hands through his red locks, running your nails against part of his scalp as he groaned with restrained desires. Missing your mouth against his... you could see it in his eyes how he would stop what he would be doing and just pick you up to kiss you like a lover... just like the way he had earlier in the day kissed you till your lips felt numb.

You pant his name and he could smell what was coming. He rolled his hips along with yours as the world became so small and consisted of his body and yours. You feel that slow build up of an orgasm slowly and lazily reaching its climax as you do not shriek in pleasure but gasp softly as it comes to you like a tender lover.

You feel Gabriel's mouth on yours as your tongues play with each other. Your naked flesh pressed against his enhanced body... "Gabriel... Gabriel did you..."

He shook his head, "Not yet." He breathes out as you feel your back against your plush bed and look up at him. Saliva connects your mouths as he pulls away and you watch the strands snap. He really does look like an angel. You think as he just smiles so handsomely down at you... how could someone be so handsome?

You gasp and moan as you feel him slowly slide in and your hips fitting snuggly against his. You watch him press his chest to yours as one of his hands comes behind your head and cups it as his face presses into the top of your head. "I would kiss you and your neck but I'm just a little bit too tall to do that."

You feel him all around you as his arms hold you in and he is above you and one arm behind you as he thrusts into you as the bed creaks from this position as he soon moans feeling your mouth on his for a brief moment to kiss and suck on his flesh but that is forgotten as he hits that right spot inside of you. You chant his name as he rocks deep inside of you arching under him as he builds up another orgasm for you.

He pants and breaths delicate words to you... how you are gorgeous... how you feel so wonderful around him... how he loves you so... and you feel like a yowling cat besides him as you just start to chant and cry out his name. You hear something rip as his hand twists the bedsheet too tightly as that sing song like tone of his voice slips to something deep... a noise you can't explain yet it sends a thrill down your spine.

He arches his back slightly in a position that mustn't be comfortable but he forces himself to crouch over you to press his mouth against yours while rocking against you. You feel your own eyes roll back as you grip the back of his head tightly, trying to wrap your legs around him still. His mouth slips from yours as you let out a pleasured scream for this orgasm. He stills over you just breathing hard.

"Oh by the Throne you're tight." He manages to breathe out before looking down at you and crooning your name, "I didn't hurt you?"

"Hurt? No... oh God no. Did you cum inside of me?" You say lifting your head looking at where you two were joined as your walls were still tightly clenched around him trapping him in place.

"Was I not suppose to?" He asks a bit worried looking down at you.

"Don't worry about it." You can't help but moan softly as he slowly pulls out. You watch how his pupils nearly devour his eyes as he looks at where he just was. Gabriel wouldn't deny the fact your body wasn't closing up right away... there was something amazing running through him at seeing you gaping wide with his cum slowly oozing out of you.

You smile as his eyes look at you and he crawls over you again pulling you into his arms and kissing you again tenderly and very much full of all of his love. He rubs his face against yours and croons in gothic at you. You laugh no longer feeling that nervous energy that you felt at the start... no longer feeling like a pervert as this felt right with how he holds you tight.

"Love you Gabriel." You say pulling away to breathe.

"I love you too." He purrs back as you lay with him not worrying about anything for awhile before life has to move on. You lay on his chest focused on how his fingers move against your back and his lips against your own.

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[evieebun125]

235 | Commission

This is a commission for @darthcatboy ! Thank you so much for the opportunity to draw these beautiful babes!

[ID: A digital drawing of Scourge and Magnus the Red from WarHammer 40k. They are out on a date reading tablets. Scourge is a person with blue skin with horns that curve up into gold; They have a red diamond on their forehead and pupiless gold eyes. Their wings are blue with gold tips with a galaxy pattern on them, they are wearing a light blue robe and a black spiked shoulder pad. Magnus is a large man with red skin and pink eyes, his horns are creme colored and sprout from his forehead. His hair is long and red, falling against his black and pink wings that have cyan highlights. He is wearing black and gold sleeveless armor. /End ID]

[awitchnamedkai]

Come on, skinny love, just last the year

This was not how it was supposed to go. He got too cocky, Elijah knew he should have waited for Magnus and Corvus. But even though he still had powers, he was still new to them. Like a baby taking its first steps. And while he did have some armor, it was nowhere near as good as ceramite and the cultists had no lasguns, but the bullets still fucking hurt. Elijah coughed, blood trickling out of his nose and mouth as he leaned on the wall still gripping his rifle. “Fuck..this is bad” he mumbled. He let his back hit the wall and slid down it. Digging through his pack he tried to find his first aid kid, something to stop the bleeding until he could return to camp. No matter what Magnus and Corvus could not see him like this. These wounds required him to take his shirt off and they did know yet - couldn’t know. He wasn't going to take the risk. While banding his wounds, his vox jumped to life and a voice came over. “Elijah” It spoke, fuck it was Corvus “Elijah we are at the rendezvous, where are you?”

Elijah could hear the slight panic in his voice. “Sorry, got held up '' Elijah said, shoving gause into the bullet wounds and slowly standing up, trying not to pass out. He adjusted his large coat to cover the wound, Luckily the bullet didn't go through his coat so he could hide it, for now. “I'm almost there, less than five mikes out, '' he huffed, slinging the rifle over his shoulder and starting to walk north, limping all the way. “Where are you,” Said Corvus over the vox “We can meet you -” “No!” Elijah shouted all too quickly “No - everything is fine I'm almost there..!” Elijah quickened his pace, moving through the city streets. “Be safe” Corvus spoke one last time, The click of the vox shutting off made Elijah sigh. 

Eventually, Elijah rounded a corner and saw the large frame of Magnus and Corvus. Magnus was talking to some of his sons via vox, with Corvus nearby listening in. Elijah let out a soft sigh of relief, and Corvus must have heard him because he turned around to greet him. “Elijah... Are you alright?” He asked softly, glancing over his form. “I'm fine Cor,” Elijah said with a slight smile, he hated lying but he was too scared of them finding out. He wouldn't risk losing them. “Nothing I can't handle.” A large hand came to rest on his shoulder, its weight was comforting to him. A very small smile appeared on Corvus's face as he made eye contact with Elijah. He went to say something before Magnus appeared behind him. “Love, there you are,” He said looking at Elijah, “Corvus said you got held up, you are not hurt, are you? I can get an apothecary -” Elijah cut him off “Mag, I’m fine” he said with a huff “I may be smaller than you guys, but I’m not entirely human too, remember?” Magnus sighed, giving him a look almost like he knew something was off. But Magnus did not press any further. “We need to keep moving,” Corvus said, turning his back and starting to walk north deeper into the city “We are almost at the LZ and I’d rather not stay here longer than we must.”

Elijah fixed his bag and stifled a groan of pain, the pain of the bullet wounds starting to increase. “Yeah... It's only a few more miles right?” He said softly. He walked past Magnus, catching a look that Magnus gave Corvus. Did they know? Magnus never read his mind without asking first but what if he did? No, he wouldn't, Magnus said he wouldn’t so Elijah just had to trust that he would keep his promise. Elijah took up the back, as Magnus and Corvus walked ahead. Tiredness started to creep into Elijah's bones, but he could press forward.

The walk was getting harder and harder, and Elijah could feel his pain get worse and worse. He needed medical help soon but Emperor dammit he was gonna do it himself. Elijah was trans, and he knew how in his world most humans reacted to it. He hadn't told Magnus or Corvus yet and was somewhat scared too. He loved them dearly and would not risk losing them… what if they hated him because of it? These thoughts were running through his head, the blood loss was getting to him. Elijah was tired, very tired. He stumbled and fell into a wall muttering some curses under his breath. Corvus stopped and looked back, quickly rushing to his side “Elijah what's wrong?” He asked hand stopping just inches from his form almost like he was scared to touch him like he’d break. “Nothing, im...Fine” he huffed out, his chest tight with pain and anxiety. “Eli” Magnus noticed something “You’re…bleeding?!” He asked in shock, pointing to the blood now seeping through his leather coat “Fuck… Look im fine guys, it’s okay” Elijah tried to speak coughing slightly. He tried to walk again, but his legs gave out. Bracing himself to hit the floor a pair of arms caught him before he fell to the ground. Corvus and Magnus leaned him against the wall and sat him down, Elijah was griping his side in pain. “Guys'm okay… im-” He was cut off by Magnus “I knew something was wrong,” He said breathlessly. “We need to deal with this before it gets worse” Magnus reached towards his jacket, pushing it aside and trying to slide it down his shoulders. “WOAH - hey wait-” Elijah pressed himself further into the wall behind him trying to get away from Magnus’s hands. “Eli it's okay - “ Corvus began trying to calm him down “Wait I can-” Elijah spoke trying to bat Magnus’s hands away. “Guys please wait..!” Elijah yelled, partially in pain and in fear “Elijah what is wrong?” Magnus said trying to steady him. Elijah was panting and shaking and he was about to pass out. “Guys’m fine, Please, wait..!” Magnus and Corvus were talking to him, but it was just a ringing blur of sound. His eyelids grew heavy, and he tried to fight it as much as he could, but it was too much for him to handle, eventually, he slumped to the side, and one of them caught him and held him gently. “I don't… don’t want you to hate me too…” he mumbled letting the pain and darkness overtake him.

A soft beeping filled his ears first, then a low hum. Elijah groaned in pain, and then slowly opened his eyes. At first, it was bright and blurry, and Elijah slowly realized there were three figures. Two were massive, one red like the sun and the other black like darkness. It looked like they were talking to a smaller figure, maybe a human. But he couldn't tell, his head was pounding. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, their outlines still blurry. Elijah attempted to try to sit up, only to shout out in pain and he gripped his chest where he was shot. He hissed through gritted teeth still trying to sit up. The figures, which he now realized were Magnus and Corvus talking to an apothecary, turned around at the sound. “Elijah..!” they both said, rushing to his side. “You must sit back down,” Magnus said, putting a soft hand on his shoulder and trying to gently push him back. Corvus set a hand on his leg trying to comfort him. “Im-Im fine” Elijah spoke through gritted teeth. “Elijah… You need to rest” Corvus said gently squeezing his leg and setting a hand on his other shoulder Finally with both of them he let them push him back to the bed. But anxiety was eating him Elijah, his heart rate jumping up. He was terrified, they must know now, his secret that he was trans. They must have sensed his fears and attempted to comfort him. “Elijah…” Corvus spoke softly, but Elijah would not look at them. “Elijah..please look at us…” Elijah just closed his eyes, breaths coming out in puffs almost like he was hyperventilating, He lowered his head until a very soft hand came under his chin and lifted his head, a thumb stoked his cheek softly. Finally, Elijah opened his eyes and looked to Magnus, then slowly to Corvus. “Why…why are you so scared?” Corvus asked softly and gently, as if he spoke too loud it would shatter Elijah like glass. “Did we do something wrong? You know we would never hurt you,” Magnus spoke next squeezing his shoulder softly. “Im sorry…” Elijah spoke, “I didn’t mean to lie to you, I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I swear!” He said looking between them. “ Then why didn’t you tell us?” he said“ You know we love you no matter what, Elijah but why did you hide this? Elijah squeezed his eyes shut again tightly. Scared to speak, he swallowed hard and then opened his mouth. “Be-Because where im from, my earth or uh, terra, It's not widely accepted..” He said sadly opening his eyes as a single tear cascaded down his cheek. “I was often outcast, bullied, and…assaulted for being… Me, I was hated and never seen as a man, a real man…” Elijah said holding back more tears. Shock crossed the features of Corvus and Magnus, surprised that there could be people like this, that this..madness had happened to someone they care and love. “Im… Im sorry Elijah, my love, Im so sorry this happened to you…” Corvus said, kneeling to be as close to eye level as he could be. “That is why you were scared, you didn’t know how we would react so therefore you hid it from us…” He said, rubbing his cheek again and raising his head to look at him. “But I love you, we, love you. For you.” He said softly smiling, Elijah softly smiled too looking between the two of his lovers. “No matter what anyone else says, you are a man. You are more of a man than most.” Elijah let out a soft huff, smiling a little stronger at the comment. “You are strong, Fearless, brave and kind. All the qualities of a good man.” Elijah sighed softly and rolled his eyes. “Thank you, my loves, I mean it… For patching me up…again… and-and for loving me, as me and I really am…” he reached up and rested one hand on Corvus’s and Magnus’s faces and softly caressed them. “Thank you” He said, with a real smile.

[idle-skull]

//Blood, Decapitation

Severance

Dead Konrad Curze & Lark, who is definitely not okay. Also artistic nudity cause my brain is empty and refuses to draw clothes; This piece is also meant to be a lot more symbolic than literal so take that as you will.

Anyway, I DO like to think that in our AU Lark stayed with Curze for awhile (probably a long while) after he died, and would get very aggressive towards anyone who would get too close for his liking. Lark obviously being a (sort of) perpetual, can’t die.

[kaiamongthestars]

This was not how it was supposed to go. He got too cocky, Elijah knew he should have

waited for Magnus and Corvus. But even though he still had powers, he was still new to

them. Like a baby taking its first steps. And while he did have some armor, it was

nowhere near as good as ceramite and the cultists had no lasguns, but the bullets still

fucking hurt. Elijah coughed, blood trickling out of his nose and mouth as he leaned on

the wall still gripping his rifle. “Fuck..this is bad” he mumbled. He let his back hit the wall

and slid down it. Digging through his pack he tried to find his first aid kid, something to

stop the bleeding until he could return to camp. No matter what Magnus and Corvus

could not see him like this. These wounds required him to take his shirt off and they did

know yet - couldn’t know. He wasn't going to take the risk. While banding his wounds,

his vox jumped to life and a voice came over. “Elijah” It spoke, fuck it was Corvus “Elijah

we are at the rendezvous, where are you?”

Elijah could hear the slight panic in his voice. “Sorry, got held up '' Elijah said, shoving

gause into the bullet wounds and slowly standing up, trying not to pass out. He adjusted

his large coat to cover the wound, Luckily the bullet didn't go through his coat so he

could hide it, for now. “I'm almost there, less than five mikes out, '' he huffed, slinging

the rifle over his shoulder and starting to walk north, limping all the way. “Where are

you,” Said Corvus over the vox “We can meet you -” “No!” Elijah shouted all too quickly

“No - everything is fine I'm almost there..!” Elijah quickened his pace, moving through

the city streets. “Be safe” Corvus spoke one last time, The click of the vox shutting off

made Elijah sigh.

Eventually, Elijah rounded a corner and saw the large frame of Magnus and Corvus.

Magnus was talking to some of his sons via vox, with Corvus nearby listening in. Elijah

let out a soft sigh of relief, and Corvus must have heard him because he turned around

to greet him. “Elijah... Are you alright?” He asked softly, glancing over his form. “I'm fine

Cor,” Elijah said with a slight smile, he hated lying but he was too scared of them finding

out. He wouldn't risk losing them. “Nothing I can't handle.” A large hand came to rest on

his shoulder, its weight was comforting to him. A very small smile appeared on Corvus's

face as he made eye contact with Elijah. He went to say something before Magnus

appeared behind him. “Love, there you are,” He said looking at Elijah, “Corvus said you

got held up, you are not hurt, are you? I can get an apothecary -” Elijah cut him off

“Mag, I’m fine” he said with a huff “I may be smaller than you guys, but I’m not entirely

human too, remember?” Magnus sighed, giving him a look almost like he knew

something was off. But Magnus did not press any further. “We need to keep moving,”

Corvus said, turning his back and starting to walk north deeper into the city “We are

almost at the LZ and I’d rather not stay here longer than we must.”

Elijah fixed his bag and stifled a groan of pain, the pain of the bullet wounds starting to

increase. “Yeah... It's only a few more miles right?” He said softly. He walked past

Magnus, catching a look that Magnus gave Corvus. Did they know? Magnus never read

his mind without asking first but what if he did? No, he wouldn't, Magnus said he

wouldn’t so Elijah just had to trust that he would keep his promise. Elijah took up the

back, as Magnus and Corvus walked ahead. Tiredness started to creep into Elijah's

bones, but he could press forward.

The walk was getting harder and harder, and Elijah could feel his pain get worse and

worse. He needed medical help soon but Emperor dammit he was gonna do it himself.

Elijah was trans, and he knew how in his world most humans reacted to it. He hadn't

told Magnus or Corvus yet and was somewhat scared too. He loved them dearly and

would not risk losing them… what if they hated him because of it? These thoughts were

running through his head, the blood loss was getting to him. Elijah was tired, very tired.

He stumbled and fell into a wall muttering some curses under his breath. Corvus

stopped and looked back, quickly rushing to his side “Elijah what's wrong?” He asked

hand stopping just inches from his form almost like he was scared to touch him like he’d

break. “Nothing, im...Fine” he huffed out, his chest tight with pain and anxiety. “Eli”

Magnus noticed something “You’re…bleeding?!” He asked in shock, pointing to the

blood now seeping through his leather coat “Fuck… Look im fine guys, it’s okay” Elijah

tried to speak coughing slightly. He tried to walk again, but his legs gave out. Bracing

himself to hit the floor a pair of arms caught him before he fell to the ground. Corvus and

Magnus leaned him against the wall and sat him down, Elijah was griping his side in

pain. “Guys'm okay… im-” He was cut off by Magnus “I knew something was wrong,” He

said breathlessly. “We need to deal with this before it gets worse” Magnus reached

towards his jacket, pushing it aside and trying to slide it down his shoulders. “WOAH -

hey wait-” Elijah pressed himself further into the wall behind him trying to get away from

Magnus’s hands. “Eli it's okay - “ Corvus began trying to calm him down “Wait I can-”

Elijah spoke trying to bat Magnus’s hands away. “Guys please wait..!” Elijah yelled,

partially in pain and in fear “Elijah what is wrong?” Magnus said trying to steady him.

Elijah was panting and shaking and he was about to pass out. “Guys’m fine, Please,

wait..!” Magnus and Corvus were talking to him, but it was just a ringing blur of sound.

His eyelids grew heavy, and he tried to fight it as much as he could, but it was too much

for him to handle, eventually, he slumped to the side, and one of them caught him and

held him gently. “I don't… don’t want you to hate me too…” he mumbled letting the pain

and darkness overtake him.

A soft beeping filled his ears first, then a low hum. Elijah groaned in pain, and then

slowly opened his eyes. At first, it was bright and blurry, and Elijah slowly realized there

were three figures. Two were massive, one red like the sun and the other black like

darkness. It looked like they were talking to a smaller figure, maybe a human. But he

couldn't tell, his head was pounding. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, their

outlines still blurry. Elijah attempted to try to sit up, only to shout out in pain and he

gripped his chest where he was shot. He hissed through gritted teeth still trying to sit up.

The figures, which he now realized were Magnus and Corvus talking to an apothecary,

turned around at the sound. “Elijah..!” they both said, rushing to his side. “You must sit

back down,” Magnus said, putting a soft hand on his shoulder and trying to gently push

him back. Corvus set a hand on his leg trying to comfort him. “Im-Im fine” Elijah spoke

through gritted teeth. “Elijah… You need to rest” Corvus said gently squeezing his leg

and setting a hand on his other shoulder Finally with both of them he let them push him

back to the bed. But anxiety was eating him Elijah, his heart rate jumping up. He was

terrified, they must know now, his secret that he was trans. They must have sensed his

fears and attempted to comfort him. “Elijah…” Corvus spoke softly, but Elijah would not

look at them. “Elijah..please look at us…” Elijah just closed his eyes, breaths coming out

in puffs almost like he was hyperventilating, He lowered his head until a very soft hand

came under his chin and lifted his head, a thumb stoked his cheek softly. Finally, Elijah

opened his eyes and looked to Magnus, then slowly to Corvus. “Why…why are you so

scared?” Corvus asked softly and gently, as if he spoke too loud it would shatter Elijah

like glass. “Did we do something wrong? You know we would never hurt you,” Magnus

spoke next squeezing his shoulder softly. “Im sorry…” Elijah spoke, “I didn’t mean to lie

to you, I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I swear!” He said looking between them. “ Then why

didn’t you tell us?” he said“ You know we love you no matter what, Elijah but why did

you hide this? Elijah squeezed his eyes shut again tightly. Scared to speak, he

swallowed hard and then opened his mouth. “Be-Because where im from, my earth or

uh, terra, It's not widely accepted..” He said sadly opening his eyes as a single tear

cascaded down his cheek. “I was often outcast, bullied, and…assaulted for being… Me,

I was hated and never seen as a man, a real man…” Elijah said holding back more

tears. Shock crossed the features of Corvus and Magnus, surprised that there could be

people like this, that this..madness had happened to someone they care and love. “Im…

Im sorry Elijah, my love, Im so sorry this happened to you…” Corvus said, kneeling to

be as close to eye level as he could be. “That is why you were scared, you didn’t know

how we would react so therefore you hid it from us…” He said, rubbing his cheek again

and raising his head to look at him. “But I love you, we, love you. For you.” He said

softly smiling, Elijah softly smiled too looking between the two of his lovers. “No matter

what anyone else says, you are a man. You are more of a man than most.” Elijah let out

a soft huff, smiling a little stronger at the comment. “You are strong, Fearless, brave and

kind. All the qualities of a good man.” Elijah sighed softly and rolled his eyes. “Thank

you, my loves, I mean it… For patching me up…again… and-and for loving me, as me

and I really am…” he reached up and rested one hand on Corvus’s and Magnus’s faces

and softly caressed them. “Thank you” He said, with a real smile.

[zyuu-fusil]

"May the Omnissiah condemns you."

Pasqal helped my Rogue Trader with mad Marazhai by electrocuting him, so hilarious that I had to commission an art for it 🤣

(Commission by @.战锤娘化手 on Mihuashi)

[bleedingichorhearts]

I would like to kiss Solor's face all over.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Give him your most overpowering kisses, he needs them. Set in new plot.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan.

I was listening to "My Love Mine All Mine" By Mitski and "Let You Break My Heart Again" by Laufey & Philharmonia Orchestra and I thought it fit perfectly in this one-shot/scenario. I got hit in the feelers.

TW // My Feelers got hit.

Nights where always quiet when Solor was around. Never would a nightly cricket chirp or a firefly blink in his presence. Those insects just simply bask in his presence below him. Possibly afraid of him or he somehow has a figure of rein over them.

Either way, it made the area around more silent; voidless. Something that anyone should be afraid of. That eerie silence, but did that scare you? No.

It meant that your Knight was around. Ready to protect you once more. To keep you safe under his arms, his sword, but...maybe he would like it the other way around? Have him in your arms, just as he had you in his?

Of course, not protecting him like he could to you. That was far out of your league quite literally. It was imposable to think that one could end up being one of him. He was secrecy, protection, devotion.

He was... him.

Nothing could change that.

The moonlight above him shines brightly, carving Solors face perfectly with its cold tones of light, outlining his face as his pure white eyes glowed just beneath the shadow the moonlight had yet to reach. Then he smiled, lining up superbly with his already enhancing his figure.

Oh, he was such a beauty to look at without the helmet.

"If you prefer to stare, I won't appose you of doing so." He says, like the many times he's done before. Of the many times he has caught me staring. Doesn't he know that he was a spitting image of a god? Doesn't he know how much beauty he holds?

"I could stare at you all night long."

That sentence runs out of your mouth without a thought to be processed. Your eyes to busy admiring every nook and cranny the moonlight shown to you of his shining armor, of his skin. Admiring every dent, every scratch in it as he shifts his weight. His hips moving to the side of him smoothly.

The Knight laughs softly, shaking his head as he comes forward, leaning down to your level. His sudden closeness shaking you out of your admiration as you lean back a little, breaking eye contact with him. Feeling a little embarrassed to have been caught by him once more.

"Oh my little maiden, don't turn those pretty little eyes away from me." He coos, bringing his gauntlet fourth, taking you softly underneath your chin and making you look back at him.

"Let me admire you just as you did to me." He whispers, hot breath fanning against your cheek as his eyes shift to look at your lips then to your eyes and then you kissed him. Surprising him as his eyes widened, short-circuiting him for a second before he relaxed himself, returning your kiss.

The Knight kneels to the ground, placing one gauntlet to the ground for more stability while the other wraps around behind your neck, threading it through the bottom of your hair and holding you in place as breaths became heavy with each quick, beating heart. Yet you pull back.

"Not here. Not now." You huff quietly, out of breath. Your body clinging to his armor. You wanted to admire your Knight, worship him. Thank him for being there for you when no one else was. Make him feel like he wasn't just here to protect you, to bend to your every whim.

He was more than that.

You reach up and drag your hands along his jaw line before giving him a kiss, then following it up with another and another. Lining his whole face with kisses and he can't help but purr at your own form of devotion to him.

He shifts and brings you closer to him. His head nuzzling into your neck, soft purrs still rumbling through his body as you continue your assault of soft, plush kisses to him. Warming his hearts. His soul once more.

Throne, if there was a person in the world who could make him kneel. To make him feel loved, it was you.

It will always be you.

[aylinvail]

Tanna Talk: This Week in the Rogue Trader AO3 fandom (March 17 - 23 2024)

Hey hey hi, I want to be annoying on main so I thought it would be fun to start doing these weekly summaries of "What's new in the AO3 Rogue Trader fandom?" because my little rabbit brain can't keep up with the sheer amount of content and I loved @holylustration's dopamine week and think, you know what would be cool? Weekly newsletter style dop week minidose. This goes out to you @pycnolite my darling fellow organizer brained fan. Anyway, this is user aylinvail reporting to you live over vox caster from the Starseeker Bridge.

Events

Flowers of Spring (March 21, 2024) has officially concluded. Flowers of Spring is a floral-themed Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader Edition. You can find all the entries on the Flowers of Spring (March 21 2024) tag. This was preceded by Rosette Coordinated Strike Day which was dedicated in honor of Inquisitor @leadflowers's birthday.

Cool new fics

Maybe the fic did something new. Maybe it innovated. Maybe it's an entirely new concept we haven't seen yet. A non-comprehensive list. Here's what I chomped on this week.

Salt in the Wound - user Weretoad_Writer explores the aftermath of the decision to exterminatus Rykad Minoris. Excerpt: "When you’re a hammer, every problem looks like a nail, right? So either take a swing or get the fuck away from me!”

Omnissiah Forgive Me - user @jaal-ama-daravv has launched the long awaited Pasqal/RT longfic. Excerpt: "Okay, Tech-Priest, you don’t get to die that easily.”

Killing Instinct - user @nerendus cooked a very sexy Tervantias the Archmachinator x RT dead dove fic. Excerpt: “Then don't allow it,” the Rogue Trader suggests. “Force me into submission as I do the same to you. Break me as I break you.”

Who updated?

Just because my silly rabbit brain is at capacity for longfics doesn't mean it's impossible to round everyone else's plot rabbits up.

Theatre of Hearts - RT/Nocturne of Oblivion arranged marriage. And from what I hear, getting really cultural difference-flavor of interesting.

My Knight So Daring - An Imperial Knight!Heinrix x noble!RogueTrader arranged marriage AU. And from what I hear, getting really hot.

Edge of Daybreak Unbroken - Heretic Rogue Trader gets brought back to the start of the game. Time travel shenanigans ensue.

Into Temptation - Ministorum priest x Marazhai x Heinrix. Dead dove!

Pigeons and Eagles - Argenta/Cassia! Enemies to Friends to Lovers.

Tapestry of Fate II - Heinrix/RT. The Godmother of Rogue Trader Heinrix fics. Elena M is currently the furthest along the events of the game out of all the current longfics.

Starseeker - Heinrix/RT intrigue rewrite of game events with Kunrad-related canon divergence. And a shoujo romance.

I Can Be Your China Doll, If You’d Like To See Me Fall - RT/Calcazar. RT is voidborn and Theo's daughter, has met Calcazar before game events.

gossamer of starlight - RT/Yrliet. Yrliet watches her elantach's dynasty fall apart in slow motion. Non chronological.

A Thousand Floating Worlds - OC/Calligos Winterscale where Calligos becomes the Rogue Trader to save his Found Family from Interrogator Calcazar.

Addendums

will be updated, changed in the next few days, changes logged here. I just needed to get this out of my brainstem.

- Added I Can Be Your China Doll, If You’d Like To See Me Fall, gossamer of starlight as of March 22. Added A Thousand Floating Worlds on March 23.