#nehetari

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

Perturabo: *Is in a loud and vicious argument with both Crucius and Edon on whether or not grox-dogs can be classified as a sandwich, and it's threatening to turn violent*

Nehetari: *is standing beside Perturabo and listening thoughtfully*

The Silent King (through interstitial message): "This is the being you've taken for your mate. Your Mahkotokh no less..."

Nehetari: *mildly confused by her father's obvious remark* Yes?

#Mahkotokh is the official title of the future high consort of the Mehlrose - the future Silent King #nehetari #necrontyr #necrontyr princess #warhammer 40k #oc shenanigans #wh40k #necron #perturabo #iron warriors #the silent king #Szarekh #szarekhan dynasty #Post of shit #I promise i will draw First Captain Crucius (aka Perty's adoptive “older” brother) #As well as Edon and the rest of my OC crew one day

[that-random-chaos-entity]

A work in progress...

(Trying out some different outfit designs for Nehetari. This one is formal attire for meeting foreign dynasties. A formal deathmask, cowl to cover her neck, and long robes ensure every inch of her is covered [except her ears at the moment], as seeing a [sort of] flesh and blood Necrontyr can sometimes cause... ...psychological problems... ...in dynasties outside of the Szarekhan social spheres. Especially if the aforementioned Dynasty is susceptible to the Flayer curse)

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #necrons #necrontyr #nehetari #necrontyr princess #szarekh #the silent king #oc shenanigans #my art

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

Nehetari: *noticing the recent trend of examining Guilliman's looks, regards a hololithic projection of him thoughtfully*

Perturabo: "Weigh your next words carefully..."

Nehetari: "...looks... ...acceptable."

Yvrain thinks she has no taste.

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

"I recovered some of my old formal attire from Trazyn the Archivist.

I am unsure of how he 'happened upon it' within Father's inner vaults, but I pardoned him as gratitude for his 'diligent maintenence' and the 'voluntary forfeiture' of any other possessions of mine."

#nehetari #necrontyr #necrontyr princess #warhammer 40k #necron #wh40k #oc shenanigans #the silent king #szarekh #trazyn the infinite #Necrontyr formal attire

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

A Rare Moment of Peace

(More Perturabo x Nehetari fluffy stuff)

Perturabo took in a deep breath. The comforting scent of parchment, ink, freshly cut grass, and warm earth hung heavily in the evening air. His well-used drafting desk was one of his favorite places to be, and as a fresh breeze wafted lazily in through the open balcony window, he paused his sketching to look at the dappled evening sunlight filtering in. Birds were tittering outside, likely at their feeder, and their calls came accompanied by the soft swish-swish of ornamental grasses accenting the front flower bed.

This. This was what real luxury was like.

A slightly more insistent breeze slipped into the room, ruffling the drafting papers strewn about the worn desk surface. A misplaced fountain pen began to roll, and halfway through it's journey the primarch gently caught it, placing it back into its tattered old vase alongside the others.

Adjusting the pen in his left hand, Perturabo turned back to the sheaf of papers in front of him. The construction of the Mirror Palace's new wing was moving along apace, but it needed something to fill the half-courtyard formed where the new addition intersected with the east wing and palace proper. A natural pond sat just outside the area so, rather than waste time destroying a perfectly good water feature, a courtyard garden seemed to make the most sense. The Empress agreed.

The pen made a soft scratching sound as he put it to paper, and the plans for an elegant pavillion began to take shape in the ink.

He could have hardly asked for a more perfect time for this project. Crucius was currently away with Edon and the rest of the veteran Iron Guard. No doubt they were running drills, wrangling the new recruits into line, or getting harried by government officials in the capital right now. Empress Shatterspeare had been trapped in too many meetings to come invent more work for him to do, and the Psykers Guild hadn't had a catastrophe since the Necrons installed the empiric stabilizer. Or if there had been a catastrophe, it was either too insignificant to matter, or it wasn't worth risking the Lanky One's displeasure over.

And speaking of The Lanky One...

...Perturabo settled deeper into the large mahogany chair, lowering his head until his chin rested heavily on a crown of soft white hair.

Nehetari was just the right height for a chin-rest, and if she was just going to sit in his lap and take up space, she should at least make herself useful.

Not that it was difficult to work around her. She'd been there for a couple hours now. She wasn't sleeping, or even meditating (the depth and rate of her breathing told him this). She was just... ...watching him as he worked.

It had become... ...a sort of ritual for them on peaceful days like this. She would just appear, occasionally speak, sometimes offer skinship, but mostly just exist in a space near him. Sometimes he would be sitting in his large leather chair beside the bookcase reading, look up, and find her curled up on his bed asleep. Or scrolling through a dataslate. Or browsing one of his shelves for a new knickknack or gadget to inspect. Occasionally she would even sit down and make use of his easel. Though, despite her many talents, she was all thumbs the moment she picked up a brush or pencil. Conversation was never expected or missed, and Perturabo found himself deeply relishing the sound of soft footsteps approaching on carpet, or the gentle creak of a door being shut carefully as she entered.

Or in this case, it was the soft "thurrr thurrr thurrr" sound emanating from her at that moment. Of the various strange noises that her alien biology made, this was definitely one of his favorites. It always started with a soft "thurruk thuruk thuurruk," like someone was turning the ignition of a crate hauler covered in thick cloth. Eventually, the more staccato sounds would even out into long, low vibrations that would echo in her chest cavity, causing her whole body to vibrate ever so slightly. He learned that this was one of her "happy" noises.

The feel of the vibration against the muscles of his upper body was an utterly fascinating sensation, and the sound sent pleasant, tingling waves across his scalp and down his spine. Just as he started to relax, another swift breeze came barreling in from the open door, and Nehetari silently retreated from the cool air into the shelter of the primarch's body.

"Shall I close the doors?"

It was the first word either of them had spoken in hours, and the sound felt strange in the cozy evening ambience.

"Unecessary." Nehetari shifted, settling into her new position. "The wind is sparse, and the fresh air is pleasing. Are you growing uncomfortable with me sitting like this?"

Perturabo snorted, "Hardly."

She barely weighted anything at all (at least to his standards anyway), nor was she as skeletal she used to be. He'd carried her boney, squirming ass across a three hour trek of minefields, trenches, and halfway up the side of a cliff in the past. THAT was uncomfortable. This was nothing.

He was rewarded for his answer with a swift, affectionate lick from her spade-like tongue. It was warm and rough, like the tongue of one of the empress' large felines. The primarch grumbled half-heartedly and planted his chin atop her head again.

Time passed and the cozy quiet reigned once more. Evening faded into night, and eventually Perturabo did get up and close the balcony doors, but only after he made sure the poor fried goat wouldn't freeze without her post-human internal furnace. The primarch watched her with no small amount of amusement as she waddled towards the washroom in a cocoon of blankets, looking like an even stranger xenos than she already was.

The rest was like clockwork. She would sleep here tonight, just like she always did. Maybe they would wake up together to another calm day. Maybe she would wake up first and drag him out of the house on some fool's errand. Maybe he'd wake up to Crucius hurling shoes and expletives at him, Lanky up and swatting them aside like training projectiles. Hell, maybe they'd wake up to every single Iron Guard librarian storming the house, begging them to come fix some hole the Psyker Guild exploded in reality. Maybe even some strange combination of the four; he'd given up on trying to predict chaos a long time ago.

Perturabo only had a few moments to settle himself before the body-heat snatcher returned, invading the sheets and his personal space. He wrapped his arms around the princess and squeezed, feeling her slowly calm and then slip into that meditative state she called sleep, but was more like a waking dream state. Even as her breathing evened out, the primarch could still feel her consciousness being... ...aware. Still slightly unsettling, but that was part of what helped him sleep soundly - it kept the paranoia at bay.

Satisfied, Perturabo closed his eyes... ...and sank into a warm, dreamless slumber.

#nehetari #necrontyr #necrontyr princess #warhammer 40k #oc shenanigans #wh40k #necron #perturabo #fluffy stuff #iron warriors #iron guard

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

*Massaging the bridge of his nose, Perurabo prepares to explain to the flesh-and-blood crown princess of the Necrons that, while it may be summer in the Athenian capital, and it may be hot, and public nudity may have been perfectly acceptable for her people (especially on their home planet), she's still not allowed to wander the city streets wearing only her cartouche and crown*

#i headcanon necrontyr often wore little to no clothing unless they were travelling under direct sunlight #nehetari #necrontyr #necrontyr princess #warhammer 40k #necron #perturabo #oc shenanigans

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

Random Nehetari Facts:

During her time (badly) disguised as a techpriest in the retinue of an inquisitor, Nehetari got the chance to meet with a squad of Catachan Jungle Fighters.

While listening to their stories of home, she asked them what a Catachan Devil was.

Then she asked them if they were edible....

Then she asked them what best way to prepare them was...

...She made friends with five Catachan Jungle Fighters that night.

#Nehetari unironically eats bugs #most sources of protein on her home planet were bugs #bug the size of a train = food for a year #nehetari #necrontyr #necrontyr princess #warhammer 40k #necron #oc shenanigans #wh40k

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

Nehetari:

*Enters the room*

"I dislike techpriests"

*elaborates no further*

*leaves*

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #necrons #necrontyr #nehetari #necrontyr princess #oc shenanigans #adeptus mechanicus #mechanicus #techpriest

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

Until we "requisitioned" Perturabo's brother from Archivist Trazyn, I never saw a point to the ground minerals and insects shells used to paint faces (what humans call "makeup"). But I must admit, Fulgrim (or Clonegrim as he now prefers to be called) is able to do fantastic things with my aesthetic using nothing but powdered mollusk.

*Nehetari bats her eyelashes, examining the shimmering orange gradient adding color to her eyelids*

#nehetari #necrontyr #necrontyr princess #warhammer 40k #oc shenanigans #wh40k #necron #fulgrim #fulgrim clone #Clonegrim

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

Excerpt from the Capital News Broadcast - Monuments of the Yemnat Valley:

Two large monuments rise above the Yemnat Plateua of Athenos, comemorating the coming of two beings who changed our world and lives forever.

The first is a great marble statue depicting the Primarch Perturabo. Sitting a sizeable three stories tall, it comemorates the demigod of a man who revolutionized almost all aspects of Athenian life. It sits above the crash site where his capsule was first found by his now-adoptive father Pelligro Yemnat (patriarch of the Yemnat family Plantation: the region's foremost source of wool and mutton) and his adoptive brother Crucius.

About three miles away sits the second monument. It consists of three black obelisks surrounding an elaborate coffin known as a stasis crypt. This elegant and macabre unit held and preserved the body of Princess Nehetari of the Szarekhan Dynasty, which also crash landed on Athenian soil only 23 years after the primarch. While not built by the Athenian people, they revere it all the same, for the princess's coming lead to the world-altering alliance between the Athenian Empire and the Szarekhan Dynasty of the Necrons.

However, following the betrothal of Mehlrose Nehetari to Lord Perturabo of the Reforged Iron Warriors, it appears as if some efforts have been made to link the two monuments. On multiple occassions, the princess herself has been spotted placing floating black stones to form a path between them. Closer inspection has revealed inscriptions on each; some in her native tongue, Necrontyr, and some in the form of pictographs depicting great battles or important events. When questioned, this is what she had to say:

"A strong Tether is not built from a single day, but from many. Countless moments, great and small, orderly and chaotic, all lined up next to each other to form a pathway between two souls."

The princess told reporters that all are invited to come view the path and even walk along its length. Though care is strongly advised, as the elegant guardian canopteks are not just for show, and they will not tolerate disrespectful behavior.

#nehetari #necrontyr #necrontyr princess #warhammer 40k #necron #oc shenanigans #wh40k #perturabo #iron warriors #necrons #Athenos #The Athenian Empire #OC places & peoples

[that-random-chaos-entity]

Random OC Facts:

With her shard of the Void Dragon, Nehetari has the power to rescue some damaged tomb worlds that would otherwise never reawaken. This is her "official" purpose in the Undying Army. Whenever a tomb world is discovered damaged beyond even Szarekh's ability to fix, he brings his daughter and her companions in.

It's especially helpful for diplomatic reasons too; not all dynasties are too pleased with the Silent King for one reason or another, but MANY of them are still besotted with their Mehlrose. Having her face be the one greeting a new tomb world as it awakens tends to ease things over with more antagonistic dynasties.

Especially since, you know, the last memory many of these overlords & phaerons had of her was her funeral; watching the levitating mourning barge carry her emaciated, cancer-corrupted, stasis-bound body out of the palace to the great black monolith that would serve as her tomb.

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #necrons #necrontyr #nehetari #necrontyr princess #oc shenanigans #the silent king #szarekh #necrontyr headcanons #mag'ladroth #the void dragon #c'tan

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

Most high heiress of our Silent King, what is your opinion on the Astartes legion besides the Iron Warriors and the primarchs of said Legions?

-A Curious Collector

"Your query vexes me," Nehetari blinks, the hint of amusement in her eyes. "Surely you know this is not a simple question to ask of anyone, let alone myself." She straigtens her posture, and the emotion fades from her face once more.

"I will indulge you, but I will be brief. I have yet to form opinions on all the different breeds of space marine, or their Primarchs for that matter, so I will share the ones I have."

Jaghatai Khan - Good opinion. We met in Commoragh, and we escaped around the same time. I respect his sense of honor and his need for speed. His skill in combat is also exemplary.

The White Scars - No opinion. I have never met his sons, but I have heard they are very much like their father.

Lehman Russ - Bad opinion. It's a shame: we probably could have been friends if he didn't make a third occupation of harassing my lover.

The Space Wolves - good opinion. Though louder and ruder, being around them reminds me of the crowds in the oasis-side inns of my homeworld.

Corvus Corax - bad opinion. I would complement his aesthetic (his feathers are quite lovely), but he knocked me unconscious and tried to drag Perturabo back to their father. When I caught up to them, well... ...I doubted I would ever use the techniques I learned from Urian Ricarth, but I suppose my so-called "mentor" would have been proud of me that day.

The Raven Guard - no opinion. I've not met one yet, but I am fond of their aesthetic.

Vulcan - Good opinion. This might be surprising as he also assisted Corax in abducting my lover (and also nearly beat Crucius to death), however I have since learned that he has honor. Also, his devotion to his people is admirable.

Salamanders - No Opinion. I have yet to meet them properly, but like the White Scars, I hear they are much like their father. They battle well.

Rogal Dorn - No opinion. I am surprised at how little interest I have in this being. I wonder if this is because of his influence on the Warp or Perturabo's influence on me.

The Imperial Fists - Neutral opinion. What good are rockcrete walls when a C'tan shard throws a mountain at them? By human standards, though, they are excellent builders.

Fulgrim - Bad opinion. Lecherous, needlessly sadistic, and proud without the substance to support it. Thankfully, due to the timely intervention of the Drukari, my time under his capture was brief. Though I have heard that he is still searching for me. I regret 'rewarding' him with my memories of constant agony.

The Emperor's Children - Bad opinion. Noisy, messy, unsanitary... ...startlingly bad pain tolerance for ones so obsessed with the Pleasure & Pain alter of the Aether. Quite disgusting over all.

Alpharius - Omegon who?

The Alpha Legion - Good opinion. The dark chocolate flavored recaffe and ork fingers they sent me were delicious.

Sanguinius - No Opinion. Since there's a high likelihood that he is one of Father's hidden consorts, I dare not cast my opinion at him. But I will say that he is definitely Father's 'type'.

The Blood Angels - No Opinion. I have yet to meet any of them. Though I have been told that they too enjoy the taste of blood.

Ferrus Manus - Bad opinion. This one died long before I returned to life, but I am fairly certain that its soul was trying to possess Perturabo's older brother. I considered trying to destroy it, but apparently Crucius has, 'gotten it to fuck off.' I am unsure of how he managed this.

The Iron Hands - *Her face remains impassive, but the skin around her eyes scrunches up in rage* I would pity them. Their grief has trapped them in an undending downward spiral leading to the same fate that befell my people. However, their concious wish to become the same empty husks is an insult to all Necrons, and I will not forgive it.

The Original Iron Warriors - Undefineable Opinion. They are all microcosms of Perturabo's trauma and mistakes. And also the unfortunate consequence of them."

Nehetari sighs, then closes her eyes. There is a long moment of silence, then, "...there are others. But I grow weary of this topic. I will release my reports as I feel inspired. Now... ...leave me."

#nehetari #necrontyr #necrontyr princess #warhammer 40k #necron #oc shenanigans #wh40k #perturabo #iron warriors #jaghatai khan #white scars #leman russ #space wolves #corvus corax #raven guard #vulcan #salamanders #rogal dorn #imperial fists #fulgrim #emperor's children #alpharius #omegon #the alpha legion #sanguinius #blood angels #ferrus manus #the iron hands

[that-random-chaos-entity]

Servo-skull: *Exists*

Kef the Scarab: *takes it personally*

#Kef is one of 100 brass scarabs that Nehetari built herself #very smart #very well-built #very agressive #Kef #kef the royal brass scarab #nehetari #warhammer 40k #wh40k #necrons #necrontyr #necrontyr princess #oc shenanigans

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

Nehetari: *aggressively walking her Seraptek Heavy Construct across the battlefield on a leash, drunk on WAAAGH energy, using a synaptic disintegrator to take wild pot-shots at orks*

1st Captain Crucius: "OK. Now she's just meming"

Perturabo: *slowly lowering his view-finder, watching a carefully laid plan go to shambles* Ok... ...on this day I have decided.... ...Lanky is BANNED FROM ALL THINGS GREENSKIN.

#nehetari #necrontyr #necrontyr princess #warhammer 40k #necron #oc shenanigans #wh40k #perturabo #necrons #iron warriors #orks #seraptek heavy construct

[that-random-chaos-entity]

That moment when you suddenly have a tidal wave of inspiration crash down on you and you want to write everything so bad, but you're at work and would get your ass handed to you if you started writing about how the Silent King would end the Emperor of Mankind's whole career for messing with his daughter while still on the clock.

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #necrons #necrontyr #nehetari #necrontyr princess #the silent king #oc shenanigans #writer/artist whinings

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

"Do not fake-smile when you have Scary Eyes (TM). You will give the librarians nightmares."

-Perturabo

#SHE SEETHES #Nehetarican'tfakesmile #the skin around Necrontyr eyes turns black and scrunches up when they're angry #it's a reflexive reaction and cannot be controlled #nehetari #necrontyr #necrontyr princess #warhammer 40k #necron #oc shenanigans #wh40k #perturabo #iron warriors