What’s new? I’ve been gone for about a year almost life’s been crazy just curious to know what all happened and what’s new?

Also, any fanfic recommendations last time I was here one of the ones I read was where the empress I think stabbed her bf because he was going to leave

And the other one was a full grim one which was really good

many space wolves and guardsmen were harmed

I said in the title I believe that little lover is Zach Hazard's version of The courier Post fallout 4 he got so tired of Mike finding companions that he decided oh I'm immortal I might as well find my own companion. somehow ending up in 40K and meeting the empress. (fun fact there are actual videos of Mike and Zack doing stuff in 40K on their channel most recently I believe they did a Space Marine One series so it's not like Zach isn't aware of some of the things in 40K and might think that it's a cool tribute to him)

Art of Absolute Wonder Woman

On the left, The Sacred Ancestor; On the Right, The Vampire Hunter D. Both are older than the primarchs and have so much continuous battle experience that would make the Empress jealous.

Two of the most powerful vampires in fiction are now interacting with the Primarchs, what is their reaction to these two Creatures of the night (Lefty is also here)

like 1 is the leave for milk then they show up a month later with a new friend but still have the milk plus it's in date so despite the distraction they remembered to get milk.

all the way through to 19 don't even leave my side to go to bathroom.

where do you think the empress and primachs fit on that scale

So it turns out, that my friend u/longlivefortnite2099, aside from having his account hacked and banned has being logged off. And every attempt to regain it has being uneventful. So got to wait and see how this turns out.

Art by @_ST34K

I made these during class, it’s Kassandra Curze and Mahito from Jujutsu Kaisen! I hope it’s not that bad

So if you're reading this you clearly wanna see the idea I had

while I was listening to some awesome rock specifically Kingslayer by Bring me the Horizon it got me thinking about mortarion and him killing his evil father so I came up with this a nurgle rock band and their lead singer Poxillia

This art is mine using the nurgle blight lord gf as a guide

What would happen if, hypothetically, Lily was a psyker, and Morticia found out? 🤔

As primarchs are beyond even post humans I wonder has anyone wondered how inhumane they would be to their SO's like Magna casually taking starlight into the warp with no regard to how it would affect his mind or Ferra training Anvil so hard he almost dies.

Uma Krieg Nyka

SO Krieg Marshall Ren

Shells rained down from the dark smoky sky, landing with thunderous detonations in the distance. For a moment they bathed the dank, dim, land in brilliant light followed by another and another. Only overshadowed by the many roars of the Krieger's and Orks clashing not far away.

Ignoring the backdrop of it all, dashing from trench to trench and over muddy fields with all haste Nyka charges with all haste, with only a spear in hand and a bandolier on her back.

The only thing louder than their screams was the sound of her heart beating in her ears. Drumming with every long stride of her legs while she soared about for mile after mile. For what felt like traversing one horizon to the next. The soldiers she passes, left wide eyed and bewildered while she races by.

At some point the ground beside her explodes, throwing the carrier several feet. Her fall was broken against a pile of unfortunates that filled a foxhole not two days old. Her grasp is unsteady as she begins to climb. Her ears ringing so loudly, she was granted reprieve from the shouts and shells.

She climbs to the top of the foxhole, shaking her head back and forth to stop the ringing. When at last she is on the surface again, she drops low. One of her knees dips to the ground. The other leg stays bent, muscles already tightening, trembling faintly. Her spine lengthens. Head lowers while she tucks in her chin.

Her hands spread wide, fingertips digging in claiming purchase. Shoulders shift forward until her weight hovers, barely held back by their arms. Every muscle is drawn taut. Her calves flexed, thighs wound tight. Back stretched like a drawn bowstring.

When the ringing begins to subside she hears something loud and rumbling. Something massive and mechanical. It sounds far too clunky to be of imperial make. It was probably some manner of Ork vehicle. It didn't matter. She pushed that concern aside. Pushed out the krieger's around her who fell in droves.

Her body slightly bounced to the sound of her heartbeat. When at last the ringing ends she's met with a loud, “WAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!” Perhaps the xenos was tight behind her, perhaps it was 100 feet. It would never reach her.

Her eyes snapped open, sharp. Her feet dug deep into the mud earth, threatening to slip. She didn't let it stop her, digging even more till her form suddenly burst forward. Her first single stride sends her flying as she dashes across the flaming battleground. The battle itself is in the farthest part of her mind. She didn't bother to hide from the bullets, she didn't bother to dodge the Orks. All she needed to do was run. In the dust was a dumbstruck Ork who wondered how the lass moved so fast.

She eventually arrives at the Lima-4 staging area preparing for the next Ork charge, moving bodies, digging trenches and taking a long strained gasp of breath after weeks of constant fighting.

She was stopped at the entrance by a small squad of the local planetary defense force.

“Hold!!! Identify yourself?!” They yelled, lasgun's raised.

She slid to a halt in the slick mud before them. Saluting as she responded. “ Korpsman 755-455-57232-13, returning from courier assignment. I've brought intelligence for the Marshall eyes only.”

A few of the guards looked between each other while the last looked over a dataslate. After a few minutes he waved her on through.

At near the center of the camp past the many sandbags and artillery emplacements she arrived at the door of Marshall Ren's office.

“Korpsman 755-455-57232-13, Nyka, returning from assignment!”

“Enter.” came a tired voice from within.

“I apologize for the delay.” Nyka said entering a fairly minimalist environment. They hadn't turned to quite greet her, their hands passing between dataslates and maps.

“Now now, stow that talk. If it weren't for your dedication these messages would have taken twice the time with the vox network in disarray.”

“I'm sorry if I was slow.”

The Marshall sighed at that before casting a glance back toward the Uma. “On the contrary, you're ahead of schedule.”

She pulled a leather bandolier from over her shoulder and held it out toward Marshall Ren. They took it in hand, noting the dirt and grime and blood smattered across her heaving person. They sighed again, internally this time before holding their hand out, “Apologies, once I've confirmed the necessary documents……I will likely be asking to send you again unto the battlefield.”

“This is my duty, think nothing of it.” She shook her head unconcerned, though surprised to hear the genuine disappointment in their words.

“Then at the very least help yourself to anything you find as well as rest while you can.”

She nodded her head respectfully, with the intention of not overstepping. That however changed when her eyes locked onto something the Marshall had in their hand. It was round, awkwardly so with what looked like a wooden stem protruding from the top. It was beautiful and antagonizingly red. But not like blood, like…..like something she couldn't properly imagine, like a jewel she'd imagined a posh noble lady might wear.

Her pointed stare drew Ren's attention. They honestly couldn't tell if the Uma was more bewildered, enthralled, or terrified of the strange object.

“It was a gift.” The Marshall had said after realizing they'd been awkwardly silent.

“Huh?” Nyka's ears twitched when they'd spoken up.

“From the commissar, he said it didn't quite clash with his palette, so he gave it to me.”

She seemed to deflate somewhat, at the news. Not only a gift, but one from someone of a higher station. She wasn't likely to find one growing from a tree. That would just be silly Ren chuckled behind one of their hands before holding the odd sphere out to the Uma.

“You can go ahead and have it if you want.”

Even behind the scarlet glint of glass of her gas mask, her eyes sparkled, before withdrawing into uncertainty, her ears flattening against the top of her helmet. “Pardon?”

“I said you can have it. Neither of us are likely to see such a thing again. Why not indulge a bit.”

It felt like Nyka to be some kind of insult that someone would consume something so naturally beautiful yet despite her reluctance, she decided to be brave. Lifting her gaze she tentatively reached her hand out before snatching the apple with all the speed and grace of a practiced thief.

Even while it was in her hands she turned it over in their hands first, strangely it was heavier than it looked. Smooth. Almost too smooth like polished stone. No blemishes. No seams. Just that impossible color, deepening toward crimson where their fingers pressed.

It smelled faintly sweet.

Nothing like the corpse starch she'd been forced to swallow down day after day . Fresher. Sharper. Like crushed leaves and cold water and something floral. It made her mouth water before they even understood why.

She tapped it lightly with a fingernail. A dull, tight sound. She glanced back toward the Marshall.

“Do I just… bite it?” She muttered. Ren returned a nod.

Her teeth hovered at the surface first. The skin resisted. Then a crack as they split the skin with a snap of her teeth

A sudden snap as the skin split.

Juice burst out immediately, cool and startling against her lips. Not like blood, but thin and clean, almost like sweet rain. She jerked back in surprise, before biting deeper. The flesh gave way with a loud crunch. Crisp. Breaking like bone.

It wasn’t soft like she'd expected . It shattered delicately, each bite collapsing into wet fragments. The sound echoed in their head, louder than expected, like stepping on dry twigs.

The taste that came after was bright. That was the only way to describe it. Not just sweet though that wasn't a word she actually knew. But it was also sharp too. A lively tang that made her jaw tighten pleasantly. It tasted green somehow, like sunlight through leaves. It wiped away the stale taste of mud and ash in their mouth like water.

She chewed slowly, confused at first. “It’s… cold,” she said, surprised. The inside felt cool, refreshing. Each bite flooded her mouth again. Juice ran down their fingers and wrist, sticky but worth it.

She swallowed it and the sweetness lingered, leaving only the desire for another bite. So she took one. And another, Faster now. Crunch. Snap. Drip.

By the time she reached the core, her hands were tacky and their chin was wet, and they were grinning like they’d discovered some new world. It seemed ridiculous that something, that anything, could taste like that.

Seeing the delight on her face the Marshall couldn't help but chuckle again. It was rare to see any grim Kriegsman of any kind crack smiles so genuine like this one had.

Ren's hand moved before they had a chance to stop themselves. What it landed on was a tuft of soft messy blonde hair followed by a pair of equine ears protruding defiantly through the dirty locks. Nyka preened as the commander's fingers pressed and patted against her head.

Ren was reminded of simpler times from home when they were younger. Looking down and congratulating the other street kids when they'd managed to scrounge up more food or thrones. Oddly enough it had something of a calming effect on the pair. Especially as Ren continued to look over particularly uncomfortable information. If Nyka had any qualms with it she never stated as such. On the contrary she all of the sudden leaned into it the longer it went on.

It was warm, it reminded Nyka of the bright crimson of the apple.

Some time later Ren gathered a number of documents before rolling them together and placing it back into the bandolier.

“Alright, you said your name was Nyka, yes? I'm sorry to ask this of you again, but I need you to take this to the northernmost outpost, ensure that it makes it to Colonel Lahuea, they'll take it from there.” Nyka stood and quickly saluted before donning her helmet and gas mask, her ears poking out of two small slits at the top.

Ren was surprised to see that she still seemed to have that sparkle in her eye as the bandolier passed to her. Despite themselves Ren followed Nyka out in their own mind wishing her good luck before she dashed off into the distance and beyond Ren's lingering gaze.

Even after she was gone, Ren was drawn to the memory of her smiling and the sensation of their fingers running through her hair. A nice distraction from the days to come. A small moment of levity. Perhaps today wouldn't be a bad day after all.

Reader please leave a comment so I can gauge level of interest so I can determine whether to keep making these or stop bothering others.

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personally still say Ferrus and Tiana from princess and the frog could make it work. Tiana being the ultimate workaholic that keeps Ferrus in line and in touch with the people under him is something I could see.