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thevoidscreams · 5 months

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Hello🌹You can write something about Sanguinius, with a reader who has the reputation and behavior of Ciaphas Cain and that the reader is very attached to the angel and his legion. In general, if you have a better idea, then it's even better😊 just make it Sanguinius with a cool reader. Thanks in advance💚🖤❤️💙

Bet you thought i forgot about this. But I didn't....I just forgot where it was that i was writing it. It's also not exactly on character i got way more self deprecating with it.

Rating: G No warnings just the usual 30kness.

The angel didn't think his hearts could take much more of this. His hearts were racing in a panic as he flipped over the mangled haul of a rhino, anxiety rising as he prepared for the worst.

Instead, he found you scuffed but alive in a natural groove in the earth. As if the dip had been placed there specifically for your tiny body to fall into.

"Hi honey, how's the battle going?" You joked. He didn't think it was funny at all, but it'd have to wait. The battlefield was no place for a lover's quarrel.

"We are going to discuss this later." All around the both of you, his legion was pushing back a massive invasion of Orks. And just to the side of your exploded rhino was the charred remains of their war boss, his head half gone from the explosion that'd rocked the battlefield, drawing the angel's attention in the first place. What remained was a mangled mess that snarled up hateful and defiant even in death.

Your half cooked plan had paid off. Much to your delight. "YES! It worked! Look, Sanguinius, I got him, I got the war boss."

"Yes, I see. You did well." Sanguinius said quietly, picking you out of the dirt where you still sat celebrating your victory over the massive green skin.

Sanguinius looked down at it, and the corners of his vision tinted red as he swung his blade down in one hate filled swing, taking the rest of its head clean off in one mighty blow. It'd threatened your life, and he hated it for that. He suddenly found that he hated all of these green life forms, dead or alive. And none of them could be left standing.

Sanguinius's fist clenched around the hilt of his sword. No, he had to get you back to safety.

"I'm taking you back behind the lines."

"Yeah, okay." Your voice came out in a squeak without much protest.

Still his irritation spiked, already heightened by the natural aggression instilled by his gene flaw. "You were supposed to stay behind the lines. I only agreed to let you come because you promised to only watch and vox me if their movements became irregular. You didn't do that. You did exactly what I asked you not to do."

“Yes I know, but I can explain ... .once you’ve won that is.” You hurriedly insured, wanting very much for him to get you back to a “Safe” distance.

Sanguinius sighed, he had to admit that you'd never gotten hurt so far. Never anything more than a scratch or bruised. It was like you'd be supernaturally blessed with the gift of luck.

No. Not luck. It was just your tactical mind thinking ten steps ahead. Luck was superstitious, and his father would scoff at the suggestion.

Sanguinius took to the air, with you wrapped up in his arms. "My dove, I understand you want to help and fight. But you are so precious to me."

Internally you scoffed, but externally you gave him a firm look, as if to convince him that you weren’t some soft little coward who secretly did want nothing more than to stay on his flag ship and sip expensive beverages and eat fine foods.

"I won't get hurt though, I'll be fine. Ask any in your legion who saw. I was holding on just fine before the war boss even showed up." Of course he didn’t need to know that the only reason you were on the field to begin with was that a bomb squig had chased you out of your relatively cushy, covered position.

He landed, back-winging gently as he set you on your feet. "You will stay here behind the lines where you promised to stay the first time."

There wasn't much you could do to argue with a primarch. But just to make sure he called out to the closest marine who turned eagerly when his primarch addressed him.

"Watch her. This time, she is to stay here and watch."

Some prideful part of you wanted to be mad, but his voice was all patience and gentleness. You couldn't stay angry, he’d understand later, once you’d had time to explain.

You turned away from the fighting, not wanting to think about the thousands of gnashing teeth and cruel eyes of the enemy that almost saw to your destruction that day. It might have been cowardly, well no, it was. But that’s what you were by nature, even if no one but yourself recognized that. Deep inside yourself you wished to be a hero, wished to be as valiant and stalwart as those you loved and occasionally fought alongside. You wished you could really be the person people saw you as. Some great humanitarian and a worthwhile individual who didn’t just luck your way into these victories.

You could see the retreated populace in the distance. Wounded and tired. They needed rest and shelter. Then an idea came to you. Maybe you could be a hero today. Even in some minor capacity.

When the green skins had at last been driven back into a valley and trapped, Sanguinius left them to be cleaned up by his legion. They would be easy to finish off now. Trapped as they were.

He found you working, still with his faithful Son by your side. He relieved the marine of his post and sent him to finish the battle.

"The battle is nearly over. We'll be heading back to the Red Tear soon."

You didn't respond verbally, just nodded.

Your eyes were fixed on the tent pole in your hands as you secured it against the planet’s powerful breeze. The civilians were receiving care and being served small meals as an immediate relief effort.

"I want to continue helping set up the tents and serving the meals."

"I know." He couldn't apologize, he hadn't done anything wrong in ensuring your safety, but he still felt as if he'd had.

"The orcs have been driven back, can I stay to help now?" You asked.

He nodded and offered a hand to secure the tent’s pole, you let him take it. You smiled and moved on to the next pole. 'Good, at least she doesn't hate me.' Sanguinius thought.

The whole company stayed several days longer than expected. The orks were long dead, their bodies burned. You'd insisted on staying and giving aid, it was the charitable thing to do.

The people thanked you all profusely. Some gave near religious bouts of praise to them.

Sangunius took their thanks for the extended aid as he always did. With humility, and grace. But there was a bit of selfishness to it. He wanted you to be happy with him again. It didn't take long for that to happen but he still took those extra few days to ensure it. Not that you gave him as much time anyways, not with the amount of injuries that needed attending and the amount of mouths there was to cook for. You'd been going almost non-stop, helping loved ones reunite, helping burn those that were dead by the hands of the orks and burying those that died after.

The humans began to look to you as some sort of authority or guide. Seeing you lead them and the respect the people held for you made his heart flutter and his wings ruffle.

He'd need to get you alone sooner rather than later.

This wasn't the place for all that.

When there was enough order at last he ordered everyone to begin returning to the Red Tear.

"My love?" Sanguinius addressed you as you both arrived on the ship. You turned to look up at him. “Yes, my Angel?” He felt a thrill of excitement shoot up his spine and his wings practically hummed, he loved when you called him that, mostly cause you only called him that when you were happy. But he pushed it down and maintained his calm and casual air. “May we speak in my office?”

You nodded and followed him across the ship. A little light in his long shadow. Still despite how little you felt people still whispered your name as if you were some hero of the imperium. Passing voices recounting your "heroic" deed of killing the warboss. They didn't even know the faintest hint of the truth. You looked up to watch Sanguinius, in all his regal beauty. He was too good for a coward like you, was all you could think.

His office was as lovely as the rest of the ship and you made an effort to use admiring it to avoid the upcoming conversation. Sanguinius was generally good at reading you despite your best efforts. He stayed quiet and let you have some time, he could sense you needed it. But it couldn't last forever.

"You've been in my office many times. Surely the trimming can't be all that new or exciting to you, darling." Sanguinius urged at last.

"Speak for yourself, I just noticed a brand new spot I've never noticed before, and it is delightful."

Sanguinius smiled despite himself.

"You know why I want to talk."

It was true, you did. But you didn't want to have to explain that you were a coward to your dauntless lover.

"I know." Was all you could get out before your throat tightened and the first few tears dropped unbidden from your eyes as you continued to avoid meeting his gaze.

The sight of your tears had an immediate effect on the man, primarch or no he was still your lover and he hated seeing you distressed. He reached for you and you let him take you into his arms. His wings followed, wrapping you up in their power and protection.

"Darling, what's wrong? I'm not angry with you if you're worried about that." Part of you was but it was a much smaller part than the voice in your head that kept calling you a coward and a liar.

"I didn't want to disobey your orders the other day." You said, strangely flat in tone. Your eyes still leaked those darned salty tears but you'd already begun and you couldn't stop now. "I didn't want to be on the battlefield at all to be completely honest with you." You'd never told him how much you didn't actually like the field of battle.

"Then why? What could have possessed you to do what you did."

"It was an accident, I was chased onto the field… by a squig."

Sanguinius could picture this new version of events clearly. And to his own self he felt ashamed, not just for getting cross with you but for the almost sickening sense of relief that flooded every inch of him. It was a new reason to keep you here, on his flagship and away from the battlefield.

His wings closed in tightly on you and he continued to listen.

"It was one of those that was covered in bombs. And I ran, I had a lasgun, I could have shot it. But I ran, like a coward."

Sanguinius held you tighter and shook his head. "You're not, you had to get to a safer distance before you could do anything."

It was your turn to shake your head then. "I didn't even think about that. I was just scared and I ran."

Sanguinius was quiet. "Why did you ask to come along with us to the surface?" He was changing the subject, trying to give you a break from the previous line of thought.

"I didn't. I made a joke about wishing I could spend the day with you despite the battle and it was put in as an official request to join you."

Sanguinius's wings puffed in frustration and a measure of anger. That such a sentiment should have resulted in your endangerment.

"I'm sorry, my love. That shouldn't have happened." He kissed the top of your head but you didn't respond. A claw of worry tore at him and he gave you a gentle squeeze. All that came from you was a quiet shuddering sob.

"Why are you crying?" He asked at last, trying to keep his voice calm so as not to add to the stress of the situation. Sanguinius was loathed to admit that seeing you like this left him feeling helpless. And he despised seeing you cry.

"Because now you know." You choked out, voice heavier with grief.

“Darling, I don’t think you are a coward. I think that you were in a stressful situation and reacted. You are not used to being on the field of battle. Besides, your actions today did help us. Even if I was terrified for your safety.” “You were terrified?” You asked, astonished, eyes wide and still wet with tears. “Of course I was, I heard over the vox that a rhino had landed on you. How could I not be terrified?” He drew in a breath. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Sanguinius tilted your chin up just a bit. “I love you.” He whispered the words so softly you almost questioned whether or not you had actually heard him right. “I love you too.” His lips brushed softly against yours, the kiss was sweet and he filled it with all the concern and love he’d felt over the past several days. “I think I’d like to just stay on the ship from now on. And I’ll just have your time and affection when things are settled.”

The primarch breathed quietly in relief. “Good. Because I’m not willing to risk your safety after all of that.”You both chuckled and he lifted you up. “Now let's get cleaned up. And I’ll give you some of that much desired affection.”

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #primarch x reader #primarchs #my writing #sanguinius x reader #sanguinius #warhammer 40k x reader

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tinierpurplefishes · 2 months

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An Orkish economic simulator might actually make for a pretty interesting game. There are a number of unique factors that could result in some really unexpected effects. Most obviously, there are the activating and limiting effects of the Teef-based economy, where every Ork effectively gets a BIG every time they shed their teeth, and no one can hoard too much cash, since the teeth eventually fall to dust. But there are also seemingly effects from the feudal power relationships, where Nobs and Meks and Bosses seem able to command resources from their vassals for communal projects like building semi-shared resources ranging from Trukks to Gargants, to an extent beyond what seems possible with a purely Teef-based, cash-in-hand economy. I'd love to see something like a SimGorkaMorka that started with a few of these basic principles that could be used to modify the baseline from other economic simulator games to look into some ways that might play out, and what cunning economic strategies might be necessary for the truly successful Warboss.

#warhammer 40k #Orks #Orkonomikz

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nerdnproud · 6 months

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In this blessed month of Orktober, I gave myself a challenge. To fully paint and finish all of my Ork models.

And I did it.

Behold my labor of the last month!

First is the Goff Rocker. The reason I have orks in the first place. Such a cool model. Also he says trans rights. And his music was electric (love the lightning in the guitar)

He plays his orkish music so loud that the silly humans can't hear the orks coming and are caught unaware. (Gotta love their silly logic)

Then we got Snikrot, the sneakiest git of them all. The big boss of the group. Love his headpiece and the bloodsplatters on his knives.

Then the flash gitz. Orks that are also pirates? Yes please. Sign me the fuck up.

And finally, the models that I bought this month and wasn't sure I'd get to. The deffkoptas. Love the guy smoking a cigar. Love the WAAAGH sign. Lots of fun little things that I love.

Very fun challenge. Definitely feasible but needed effort. I like it. Might do other painting challenges too.

#40k #warhammer 40k #mini painting #orks #orks iz da best #orktober #ork-tober

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howlingday · 11 months

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Jaune:*somehow became friends with the orks tyranids chaos gods and daemons* well this is a weird way to start the day

"Humie!" The Ork war-boss of war-bosses bellowed as he thundered across the palace. "Is been too long, ya git!" Reaching with his mechanical hand, he swept the young man off the floor and into an iron bending hug. The spores and stench of the green being were near overwhelming.

"It's great to see you, too, Gaz!" Jaune hugged back. As he was set down, he continued. "How have the fights been?"

"Borin' as all 'ell." The giant sighed. "Need me a real challenge an I don' think there's a single thing worth a swing."

"Yeah, things are kinda quiet these days." Jaune nodded. "But there's a tournament coming up. Maybe you and some of your best can jump in and show us humies how a fight's supposed to go?"

"HAW HAW HAW!" The giant bellowed with joy. "Maybe we will! Jus' don' go cryin' when we put you humies in yer place!"

"I'm looking forward to it." Jaune grinned.

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The titanic beast chittered as it's talons clacked along the walls of the palace. It could feel the heartbeat of the fleshy thing below. With a ticking sound, it scurried down and towered over the biomass.

"Cheese?" Jaune asked.

Dripping fangs neared Jaune's hand, parting to reveal a sickening stench of death and rows upon rows of dagger-sized teeth. Jaune held his palm flat as the teeth closed against his flesh, wiping saliva harmlessly against his synthetic gloved hand.

It reared it's head back and shrieked out a haunting wail, waving around it's scythe-like appendages with abandon. It nicked a pillar and nearly cleaved it in twain.

"You really like cheese, huh?" Jaune said as he chuckled.

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Jaune sat at the table and sipped his tea. It was a dark brown, and tasted like ash. As he set it against the volcanic glass saucer, he rubbed his thumb against the bone handle. He smiled at the hosts before him.

"This is some pretty good tea." Jaune said. "My compliments to the one who brewed it." Behind the pillar, a pink horror became much pinker.

"Little human, tell us again how many skulls you have taken!" The titanic red mass of muscle and armor roared in it's doninatingly commanding tone.

"I haven't taken any skulls." Jaune answered. "It's not in my nature to defile a corpse so dishonorably."

"Then tell us how many pleasures you've come to embrace~." The lithe pink serpent cooed seductively in his ear.

"I've enjoyed a lot of things so far." Jaune answered. "A little bit of something new every day."

"Sweet child, tell us about the joyous rot you've spread!" The green bulbous heap of maggots and pus hissed from it's rankerous maw.

"The most infectious thing I've spread is a smile." Jaune answered. "And it grows around me every single day."

"Just as I have planned." The blue unknowing thing reveled as it clacked it's ever-changing digits together.

"Of course." Jaune answered. "And if the plan fails, there's always a backup plan for the backup plan."

#rwby #jaune arc #warhammer 40k #ghazghkull mag uruk thraka #ghazghkull thraka #khorne #slaanesh #nurgle #tzeentch #my answers

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creeping-kommando · 1 month

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Da Pit Stop

It had been a grueling couple of weeks for Da Doom’eadz that Grimgrod had snagged to travel with him on some sort of hunt. Each stumbled about the small search ship known as Da Skimmer, busy maintaining their vessel, going about their Orky day, or delivering more useless ‘clues’ to Grimgrod Tinbusta.

The Boss-Kommanda had taken to long bouts of isolation within his private quarters, taking each bit of trivial documentation, boring Dataslates, and screaming alien prisoners into his sanctum. He had been scouring the galaxy for even hints of his new appareant rival, ‘Da Silvah Ooman’, and with each passing day the Orks aboard the Skimmer considered their options.

Morgit ‘No-Arm’ Teefsmasha was one of these gits, who at the moment was forced to be looking through a space adjusted periscope for some sort of ‘Trade Zone’. The idea was ridiculous, and his mood only soured when each turn of the viewport revealed the same exact thing he saw everytime.

Empty Space.

“Still nuffin Boss.” He’d announce across the bridge, his deep voice drifting to Grimgrod seated quietly in Da Big Chair. The Warboss held his chin, gears turning in his head as he considered the coordinates he had strangled out of that last inquisitorial agent he had captured.

“Look again. It’s round dere somewhere, I know it.” Grimgrod ordered, and leaned forward in his seat. He has spent numerous wakeless nights pouring over his clue wall, connecting strings to bones, papers, and even the torn of arm of individuals who may have even brushed by Meredith in passing. She had to be here, there was something in this region of space.

“Still nuffin Boss.” No-Arm growled, clawed hands digging into the handles of the periscope as his rage continued to build. They had been tracking this damn human for weeks now, and still nothing. At this point, No-Arm was convinced he’d have to step in, and challenge Grimgrod. All this Muckin ‘bout was sickening.

“Look ag-“ Grimgrod had been about to order, when a Boy exclaimed,

“WE GOT ACTIVITY ON DA GIT FINDA BOSS!” In a rush, multiple Orks dashed from their own terminals, tripping over each other just to glimpse at what had been spotted. On the monitor a shape had begun to manifest, and as Grimgrod stepped from his chair to peer into the screen, he’d glimpse a familiar sort of massive space craft.

“Zoggin ‘ell…” he’d murmur, “it’s a Craftworld.”

@athenafire

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crippledgiraff · 1 year

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Made a lot of progress on the big lad tonight. I’ll be streaming him tomorrow, trying to teach my rendering technique

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lunnybunny12 · 2 years

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Eddie Munson X Reader

You play?

A/n: never written for Eddie before and not proud of this might edit this doen the line if i make a part 2

Masterlist

Requests are open

"You come across a mess hall, filled to the brim with all sorts of faces and creatures from far off lands that you had never heard of. everyone is holding frothing gords if ale and overall having a good time."

It was quiet. Then again the shop was always quiet on weekdays... and weekends when you thought about it.

"This is SO boring!" Jessica groaned. "We've been doing this for hours"

You glared at her. " Were not even doing a campaign. I'm just running through the story"

"It's still boring"

Dnd was never Jessies thing. It was just something she pretended to care about to keep you happy. She'd go along with it as long for short periods but she eventually tired of it.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and walked to the back room where tom was sat checking the computer.

"Oh let them complain." Tom chuckled " You won't see her again after today. Then you can clock out and forget all about this place."

You raked your hands through your hair and sat next to Tom.

Tom was the best boss you ever had. He was like if Santa Claus had a baby with John Candy. Very kind and sweet old man with a can-do attitude to boot. You always really liked Tom.

"I know, I'm just...."

"Nervous? Everyone gets nervous when they go to a new school. It's natural." He smiled and tapped your leg.

"What if no one likes me?"

Tom just laughed and looked at you through his thick glasses. "If no one likes you then THEY are the ones missing out. Not you. And with your looks and imagination? Their gonna love you in Hawkins."

"Thanks, Tom." You stood and grabbed your bag from the coat hooks.

"Will I still have a job here next summer?"

"Hell,y/n you'll have a job here for as long as you like. But on one condition."

"Shoot."

"Find some friends... Make an effort. Ok?"

"Ok, Tom. I will" you said hugging him. "Thank you"

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Hawkins High was small compared to what you were used to.

Built wall to ceilings with thick, cheap cinder blocks, painted in the school's green and orange colour scheme that made your eyes burn.

Dotted around the hallways were large panels of cork, drowning in sheets of paper and laminated notices.

You were about to walk past when you saw a piece of white paper with a devil on it that read "Hellfire club. needing new blood"

"Hellfire club?.... the hell is that?" you mumbled to yourself.

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Halfway through lunch, you found a seat at an almost empty table and began scribbling in your notebook.

"A goblin enemy? no. half-ork? Dragon born?..... Dragon born."

At the other end of the table, a pair of eyes were flickering over to you every few seconds. They scanned you up and down in curiosity.

"Eddie, stop staring at the new girl dude it's creepy," Dustin said. mouth full of food.

"Hush Henderson, I am simply observing."

"Well "observe" them less creepily. Besides we need to be looking for new members, not girlfriends."

"I mean he's got a point there Eddie." Mike piped in from next to Dustin " With Lucas in the basketball team, who knows when he'll be coming next"

Eddie wasn't paying attention. He was still observing you intently. Your hands still jotting down whatever was in your head. He watched your lips move as you re-read your work. He was fascinated by you.

Your hair was done in your favourite style and the oversized jacket you wore made you look cute. At least to him anyway.

"shit!" you whispered to yourself as you tugged your book bag to the seat next to you and rummaged around.

The jibber-jabber of the freshmen was like white noise to the mettle head at that point. Twisting the rings on his fingers until he saw you pull a familiar red book from your bag.

He immediately sprang to his feet and walked to you. For a few seconds, he lingered behind you, reading what little he could see in your notebook. His eyes weren't deceiving him, what he saw you pull out of the bag was a pretty battered looking Dnd players handbook.

With a smile, he flapped his arms about and mouthed to the boys " She plays!!"

Both Dustin and Mike looked at him like he was crazy "What?"

"She plays DnD!!" he whisper shouted from behind you.

At hearing the little conversation you giggled and looked at the man behind you. He was pretty tall, lanky with chocolate brown eyes and hair that would make the whole band of Queen jealous. He wore black ripped jeans, a blue denim jacket that had different band badges and pins on it (some you recognised), white sneakers and a black and white baseball t-shirt with the words "Hellfire club" printed on it.

"Hellfire?" you mumbled

You must have been looking at him longer than you were supposed to because you were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the man joke " Like what you see, princess?"

"Yes, I'm loving the Ozzy Osborn look. very cute"

Eddie laughed and looked a little pink.

"Sorry about him," Henderson said. " He's just excited you play DnD"

You looked directly at the man in front of you and said "Dungeons and Dragons? Is that what Hellfire is? A DnD club?"

The smile that rose on your face when you realised what Hellfire was made Eddie smile right back.

He straddled the seat next to you and got insanely close to your face. In response, you laughed and covered your face trying to hide your blush.

At getting a closer look at him, you thought he was pretty. Deep brown eyes, a nice smile, practically invisible stubble and just an overall kind vibe.

"It is indeed little lady" Eddie smiled "Eddie Munson"

" (Your full name)... you guys looking for new members?"

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #hellfire club

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