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sharenadraculea · 4 days

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So how do you imagine snail love darts and necrontyr working/combining? Cause I am interested~

Aksjdhsk ahahaha oh god okay here we go

(Tumblr crashed on me three times while I tried to write this, but I will not let that stop me from rambling at length about snail sex, speculative xenobiology, and various ways that necrontyr get to be fucked up little guys.)

Okay, now snails: they use the darts during courtship to deliver hormones that increase the likelihood of fertilizing their partner's eggs; after the several-hours-long mating dance, they'll exchange spermatophores. (Fun fact, the penis, copulatory canal, and dart sac are all located inside the genital pore, on the snail's head. Mating dances can involve a lot of biting.) Snails have bad aim, but it's not uncommon for both snails to end up getting stabbed during courtship.

Okay. Some assumptions/general thoughts: necrontyr do not have "dual-use" reproductive/waste elimination systems (inferred from Trazyn's hilarious disgust at the idea, but honestly it would be entirely believable for him to have completely lost any and all memories of necrontyr biology). Most higher order animals do (they're efficient!), but you start to see ones that don't when you get down to bugs and marine creatures, so that's what kicked off this train of thought.

I'm assuming also there is relatively little sexual dimorphism among necrontyr (not for any particular reason, although my understanding is that actual female necrons are a relatively new thing in wh40k lore, so that fits). And finally, everyone constantly dying of turbo cancer has led to a 'throw everything but the kitchen sink at it' evolutionary approach to reproductive strategies.

"Copulatory canal" is a deeply unsexy phrase, btw. So are most words we use when talking about sex, unfortunately. *sigh*

Okay, so, love darts. Pretty much only ever used by nobles/the military, because in the upper classes of society, sex isn't about reproduction, it's about reinforcing social hierarchies. And necrontyr social hierarchies tend to be inherently about violence in one way or another. Sexual dominance is generally more about who gets stabbed with the dart than it is about which penis is going where. (That's still a factor, but it's secondary, since genital configurations/functionality can be a bit of a wildcard.) Snails take an egalitarian approach to sex; necrontyr categorically do not. Both parties consenting to be darted would be considered weird and perverted.

Anyway. While many necrontyr do only have one set of functional reproductive organs by the time they reach adulthood (either because the other set was always vestigial or because it gets removed to reduce the spread of cancer), both sets are usually present in some fashion. Sterility would be fairly common, but medical technology is able to mitigate some of that; the lower classes, at least, need to be able to breed like rabbits to feed the war machine. Gender is mostly divorced from reproductive role by the time biotransference happens; in addition to male and female, there would have been at least one other normative gender, possibly two (to account for both null and multimodal genders). Gender fluidity would have been common and largely unremarkable for necrontyr. (It's still largely unremarkable for necrons, but it's not particularly common; they're mostly fixed with whatever gender they had at biotransference.)

The dart sac would be located in their mouths, under the tongue; it's meant to be ejected into the soft tissue of the mouth, but it's sharp enough to pierce the skin anywhere. (This does mean kissing can be Complicated, or at least somewhat subversive, depending on everyone's social standing.) Normally it gets broken down and absorbed by the recipient's body; pulling one out tends to be extremely uncomfortable/painful.

Kind of going off ancient greek/roman sexual mores here; it would be entirely unthinkable, for example, for Obyron to be the penetrative partner in either sense with Zahndrekh. (Then again, Zahndrekh is a shameless pervert.) Sex between two social equals is generally accompanied by an agreement- sometimes tacit, sometimes explicit- about not using the darts. Doing so would be an overt act of aggression. Often, to prevent any potential misunderstandings, they'll voluntarily empty their dart sacs ahead of time.

Forcing someone to empty their dart sac prior to sex is a pretty common form of sexual humiliation. When done voluntarily, it's a sign of submission or respect. (Darts usually have a refractory period of a few days, depending on the person's overall health. Single-chambered dart sacs are typical, but multiples aren't unheard of. Leads to occasional 'surprise! You thought I was submitting to you but now you're getting fucked instead' situations.)

The exact cocktail of hormones and neurochemicals it injects the other person with would vary somewhat between individuals, but can potentially vary widely between dynasties or social classes due to genetic/geographic/cultural differences. Some might include a mild paralytic agent; some sort of euphoric effect is also common. (This is all in addition to the original function, which, uh. Is to make the recipient more likely to get pregnant.) The shape of the dart varies in a similar fashion, ranging from a straight, smooth bone spike to something more elaborate with barbs or fluting.

(A bloody mouth can signify a lot of things to necrontyr- in addition to violence or illness, it's also inherently erotic. Necrons who remember this try very, very hard not to think about it when confronted with Flayed Ones.)

(Yenekh: *very sexily smearing his mouth with blood and draping himself all over Oltyx*

Crypteks have their own social hierarchies within their conclaves, but they're usually not as concerned with sexual politics as nobles and the military tend to be. Most people believe that crypteks all lace their love darts with poison, and the crypteks don't try to discourage that assumption. Some of them probably do, tbh.

Oltyx: *oblivious, can't stop thinking about how pretty Yenekh is*

The rest of the flayed ones: *still not sure why their king and his consort haven't fucked nasty in a pile of carrion yet. Maybe they need a bigger pile of carrion? Yes, that's probably it. They will take care of this for their beloved king.*)

Necrons, of course, don't have genitalia, but they can still stab each other with love dart analogues- this ranges from things like executive buffer override packages sent via interstitial channel, to actually physically jamming a spike of necrodermis into a neural input node. (From a purely aesthetic/romantic standpoint I also like the idea of love darts constructed out of crystallized core flux. The first time Zahndrekh does that to Obyron he goes into complete cascade failure and takes several hours to reboot.)

If Orikan and Trazyn did have sex pre-biotransference, one of them would have darted the other without permission (probably accidentally, being that they are both intensely nerdy losers and thus Bad At Sex by necrontyr standards), setting off a sixty-five million year hate-sex feud that neither of them can even remember the origin of. Orikan would've gone after Trazyn's mouth with a pair of pliers at some point; joke's on him, Trazyn's into that.

(Trazyn does have a collection of necrontyr love darts in the archives- all of them ones he collected personally when he was alive. He has no absolutely no memory of slutting it up back in the day, though, and probably doesn't even realize what they are. Sannet, unfortunately, does remember, and wishes he didn't. He has had to put up with so, so much over the years.)

#necrontyr #necrons #warhammer 40k #Story

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sharenadraculea · 5 days

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Midnight doodles.

#warhammer 40k #konrad curze #jago sevatarion

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sharenadraculea · 5 days

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Nothing better than waking up to someone traumadumping in my asks and basically saying I would be happy they were abused and probally get ideas for I quote „your trashy fics“ from it. To that person, I‘m very sorry that happend to you but there is a significant diffrence between horrible things happening to a real human beeing and those things happening to a fictional character, who is not real.

Anyways, I now turned off anonymous asks (which I should have done the whole time) and anyone traumadumping and accusing me in my asks will get blocked.

#general housekeeping #It is way to early for this

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sharenadraculea · 6 days

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DEATH END

#sanguinius #konrad curze #alpharius #ferrus manus #warhammer 40k #primarch #I first thought bald guy was Horus #oops

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sharenadraculea · 6 days

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So, over the last few days I have seen several posts that were basically „Don‘t do anything weird (aka even vaguely sexual) with Izutsumi, she is a baby UwU and if you put her in any weird (aka even vaguely sexual) situations you are bad and gross and will burn in the eternal flames of hell UwU.“ Which annoys me, for multiple reasons:

First of all, I‘m a big proponent of Ship and let Ship and also don‘t scream at people on the internet that they are horrible for their silly little fics and keeping in mind that fiction is not reality and what people write is not necesarely what they want to do in real life.

Second, Izutsumi is not a baby. She is 17. Not seven. Seventeen. In the world of Dungeon Meshi she is a legal adult. And even in our world she is very much „Mentally prepare yourself for taxes“-age.

Does Izutsumi do things that are generally considered childish? Yeah. She wears a oversized coat. She doesn‘t like to sleep alone. She likes physical touch and cuddles. She is a picky eater. She is quite egocentric. She has a flat chest. She shows no romantic or sexual interest in anyone. She wishes for a parental/maternal figure. This absolutly does not change the fact that she is seventeen. Childish Teens and adults exist (hello, this is partly me self-projecting) and us beeing „childish“ does in no way, shape or form change the fact that we are very much not children. Childish teens and adults and also asexual and/or aromantic teens and adults are not innocent little babies that need to be protected from the „sinfull“ and „dirty“ world and if you would treat me, a aroace „childish“ young adult, like a fucking toddler, I would be very happy to throw all the smut I read and write at you.

Also like the internet is full of people that are around 17 and for which it is not weird at all to be attracted to a seventeen-yearold characters (obviously a lot of people who write about characters/draw them are not attracted to them at all, but we are all still strangers on the internet with rarelly enough infos to judge if a hyptothetical attractment would be weird or okay, whatever those terms mean to you)

And last but not least, Izutsumi also get‘s put in „weird“ situations in the manga, she isn‘t exactly treated like a little baby. Remember when Laios wanted to count her nipples?

#dungeon meshi #izutsumi #pro shipping #fandom stuff #rant

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sharenadraculea · 7 days

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Okay, so I know you all love the Senshi-pantyshots, but like he is only wearing panties and a skirt, he must be really uncomfortable all the time! Because as a person, whose toghs touch while walking and who also likes wearing skirts, you start chafing pretty quickly if you are not wearing something to protect your legs (shorty, pantyhose, leggings…) How the hell is Senshi able to just run around and fight stuff? Is that some kind of dwarveb superpower? I want it please.

#dungeon meshi #senshi #asking the important questions

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sharenadraculea · 7 days

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If you ever find yourself thinking "oh, I can't write this Cool But Impractical thing into my story, it's just not realistic", here are a few perfectly realistic reasons why people and even whole cultures would rather do something in an impractical way rather than the sensible one:

weird flex

religious reasons

religious weird flex (someone decided that they are So Religious that they consider the practical method Sinful, and people got competitive about it)

tax reasons (some ruler put a tax on doing something the sensible way and people started doing the impractical alternative as a legal loophole)

someone wildly powerful and popular preferred doing it that way, and everyone adapted to it in order to look cool

someone wildly unpopular suggested doing the practical thing, and everyone went out of their way to avoid doing that in order to not look uncool

it just genuinely never occurred to them that there is a better alternative, and their current method has been honed to perfection/adapted to the infrastructure so deeply that at this point altering it wouldn't be sensible

#story ideas

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sharenadraculea · 7 days

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Guess which sequel I wrote???

That's right yall!

Castle of glass is getting it's sequel, Counting Stars!!!

I'm so happy to be sharing this one with you all!!! It's my 40th fanfic in this fandom, and it's SUCH an honor to be writing a sequel for my very fav fic that I have ever done! I hope yall enjoy it!!!

#warhammer 40k #I‘m so excited!#it‘s so good!

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sharenadraculea · 7 days

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maybe it's the furry in me but I love the comedy of Primachs having mild animal instincts bc Big E was a lil to creative with DNA in the gene lab

Leman and the Lion carrying their Astartes by the scruff of the neck and moving them around in the middle of the night because they heard a noise and got frightened

Sanguinius going broody and sitting on top of Blood Angels, sleeping in a nest lined with his own plucked down feathers

Corax stealing particularly shiny items and generally being a nuisance around the palace bc there is so much fucking gold

Vulkan temperature regulating by lying in volcanic craters

#warhammer 40k #That is so cute #but also what did Emps think would happen if his palace is full of gold and one of his kids part raven/crow/magpie

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sharenadraculea · 8 days

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Noblesse Aquila - a shield company branching off from the Aquilan Shield

Terra, however much of a shithole it is in the 41st Millennium, remains a gold mine of lost traditions yet to be rediscovered. Some members of the Talons took the initiative to trace the roots of heritages they came from in hopes to revive ancient customs that reflect the inner beauty of humanity – which in turn encourages etiquette and boosts morale among their ranks. Alternatively known as Princesses or Nobles – as women, Custodians and Sisters alike, make up the majority of the company.

#adeptus custodes #sisters of silence #warhammer 40k

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sharenadraculea · 8 days

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

#story ideas

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sharenadraculea · 8 days

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More ideas:

-The Canaries are Drukhari. Squad of convicts forced to go on suicide-missions and also they wear very little clothes just is very Drukhari.

-Falin is either a space marine librarian or a sanctioned psyker, I haven‘t fully decided yet.

-I‘m thinking Kabru might be some kind of Navy guy? The story takes place in a space hulk and if Kabru is voidborn, maybe his first ship got lost in a incident (contact the inquisition for more details) and that‘s how he knows so much about what kind of monsters lurk in abandomed space-ships.

-I feel like there needs to be at least one Inquisition-character, I‘m just not yet sure who

-Btw, Chilchuck is still divorced with three adult kids. He also feels obligated to take care of Izutsumi, because look how young and tiny she is? (Izutsumi just thinks he is nice to cuddle)

Thinking about a Dungeon Meshi x Warhammer 40k Crossover

Some ideas I allready have:

-Marcille is absolutly like „I will sell my soul to chaos to bring Falin back. I will resurrect the dead gods and if that doesn‘t work, I will create a new one. Not even the laws of reality will stop me from getting my girlfriend back!“ (Not much of a change there)

-Laios beeing a Space Marine and not understanding that regular people can‘t eat literally everything.

-Senshi figthing Tyranids and just beeing like „Yeah, I do that every thursday, they taste very good.“

-Chilchuck killed at least a dozen Comissars, because they made the working conditions intolerable aka treating the canonfodder army as canonfodder. Also he is maybe from Catachan but doesn‘t tell the others because Laios would want to eat the animals from there

-Izutsumi beeing Izutsumi

#warhammer 40k #dungeon meshi #crossover #story ideas #the canaries #falin touden #kabru #chilchuck

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sharenadraculea · 9 days

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This sounds like a absolutly fantastic idea, 10/10

I have always been on the fence about Female Space Marines, and that is mostly because I'm not happy with my own assigned gender (and the fact I like submissive men and dominant women and space marines are extremely sub almost all of them, fight me about it)

But like, seeing the outrage over female Custodes. I'm urging, no begging, GW to release them.

I want every crying, “lore expert” who never read a single book, but just binged some loretuber who read straight off a wiki that never held canon info in the first place, (man im heavily dyslexic and I have no spare time to speak off, but even I at least get the audiobooks), I want these dudes to just burn their armies in rage. (and leave the hobby, dont forgett that very important part)

“Dont make Warhammer political”, get the fuck out of here. 40k was created by a bunch of nerds so angry at Margaret Thatcher they created a satire so heavily influenced by Monthy Python that I'm convinced John Cleese got paid off in cool minis to keep him from suing them.

Warhammer didnt go woke, it was always made by the left. We look at the older stuff and forget that it was created in a different(worse) time, and they have consistently tried to do better.

Look at old Forum posts about Graham McNeill. “Wäääh, why is he always writing about women, communist cuck McNeill” (not those exact words but general sentiment)

Like, I give McNeill so much shit today for how all women he writes about face horrible fates (but to be fair, what men doesn't have a terrible fate too). But I have even forgotten that some of this stuff is about 25 years old.

Seeing Warhammers official page block people who acts out in the comments about this, seeing them double down on the fact thar Custodes can have any gender. Seeing authors of the franchise, new and old back all of this. Im feeling Vindicated.

Gods, I wish this is the last straw for the alt-rights too stupid to realise they are being satirized.

And in the famous words of Games Workshop:

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sharenadraculea · 9 days

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I think the second family tree— the one with ogre and tall men close together is more accurate. If I remember correctly there has been tall men and ogre offspring that are fertile. Means they're pretty close together

I actually have Ogres and Tall-men directly next to each other in both family trees! The only thing that varies is the position of the Elves, if the are closer related to Gnomes and Dwarves or to Tall-men, Ogres and Half-Foots. That is definetly a very usefull piece of lore!

#dungeon meshi

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sharenadraculea · 9 days

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Tiny Visions

Author's note: Part one of The Emperor of Mankind raising the baby primarchs! Next

tagged: @egrets-not-regrets

warnings: dehumanization of the primarchs, dehumanization of infants, Warp Fuckery

Summary: Several of the Very Tiny Primarchs warp powers begin to manifest themselves at the same time, while still in their gestation pods. The results of this cause the Emperor to order them to be pulled from their gestation tubes as very young infants.

The tireless and careful work of over a thousand years' worth of genetic testing, engineering and tinkering lay slumbering in twenty maturation pods. Hundreds of anxious scientists watched every readout on the monitors, every twitch that the infant super-soldier generals made as they slept and grew in their incubation chambers, worried that if they did not keep their tense vigil, something terrible would happen and one or more of the little ones would be lost, and His Excellency would be furious… Or worse, disappointed that something had happened to one of his currently tiny creations.

Each of the twenty tiny primarchs floated in their numbered pods, what they may dream of was unknown to any of the scientists who kept monitoring them constantly. This project was intensely secret - from the moment that each of them had been brought onto the project (anywhere between months to decades ago) they had never left the underground palace genetics laboratories, lest the enemies of the Emperor of Mankind find out about what was being created in the sprawling complex. The Thunder Warriors were… They had been a success, yes. But their genetic enhancements had been unstable, and they had taken very poorly to the uneasy peace that the Emperor, HIs Custodes and Thunder Warriors had created across Terra, ending the shattered factions that Terra had long-descended into in the endless Night that Humanity as a whole was only beginning to crawl out of, and only by the grace and aid of The Emperor and the other Perpetuals who had lent their guiding hands and keen minds to the task of Uniting Terra.. And eventually, to reach out to the scattered and lost pockets of Humanity still lost to the Long Night that had consumed the galaxy.

The Primarchs were due to be released from their gestation pods within the next several months, if the meticulously gathered and reviewed data continued to show the signs of their growth and maturation within their tubes at the rate that they were currently growing at. There was some uncertainty as to just what physical age the little soldier-generals would be once they were released from their maturation chambers, given the fact that they would stand larger than even the Legiones Astartes that they would be commanding once fully mature. Still, it was none of their places to question how long the little generals would sleep and grow within their maturation chambers, merely watch and ensure that they got the nutrient slurry infused into their -

Primarch Eight began to thrash in it's sleep, tiny fists flailing, mouth opening in closing and head thrashing back and forth in clear signs of distress, causing dozens of alarms to go off. His dedicated team of geneticists rushed over to his chamber, frantically reading the sudden change in vital signs and movement - the little ones commonly moved a little, but were primarily stationary as they grew.

Primarch Nine began to thrash and wail as well - his tiny wings flaring out and causing him to be propelled against one wall of it's maturation pod and bounce off, it's tiny fists and feet flailing. It's mouth opening and closing in silent wailing. Nine's team rushed over to try and figure out what had set the little general off, their voices low and frantic.

Primarch Fifteen, who was the most deeply connected to the warp according to The Emperor and Lady Erda, turned an even brighter red and began wailing and flailing in it's pod as well, possibly in response to two of it's siblings suddenly reacting in distress to some sort of stimuli that none of the assembled baseline human scientists could begin to fathom.

And then, to the tremendous distress of it's entire time, primarch fourteen decided to Cause Problems because it's siblings were being rambunctious by teleporting outside of it's gestation pod. Again. It teleported several inches off of the ground and would have hit the ground with a wet thud (and probably start to wail at the top of all three of it's lungs) had not a pair of large, darkly tanned hands not suddenly grabbed the tiny primarch out of the air. "Fourteen, what have I told you about teleporting outside of your pod before it's time to leave, hmm?" The Emperor of Mankind rumbled, staring down at one of his future generals.

The baby Primarch with short, ashy white hair plastered flat to his skin by the incubation fluids opened it's golden eyes and stared up at it's creator and Lord. It's gummy, toothless mouth opened and it wailed tiny hands balling into fists as it flailed at the indignity of being cold, as the thick, sticky incubation fluids quickly began to chill the tiny primarch.

"Neoth, give him here, he's cold." Lady Erda ordered, lightly swatting at the emperor, having removed her clean jacket and began to wrap it around the infant primarch, rocking him back and forth, murmuring in a low, soothing voice "Shhh, shhh ,shhh. Mama is here, little one. I know, it's bright and you are cold, and some of your brothers are very upset. That's why mama and papa are here. To see what has upset you so. Come on now, stop crying for mama, you're safe now. There's a good boy."

Fourteen stopped crying at the sound of one of it's creators' voices, golden eyes wide, as a tiny fist was shoved into it's mouth. It leaned it's damp head against her chest, it's breathing slowing down to normal, before it's eyes slid shut and it began to sleep.

The Emperor of Mankind had left Fourteen in Lady Erda's capable hands, walking over to where Eight's, Nine's and Fifteen's teams were gathered and frantically trying to figure out why the three infant primarchs had started to thrash around and wail within their incubation chambers. Apart from distress-related vitals changes, there was nothing that any of the mortals could discern was wrong with any of the tiny primarchs.

"Imperator! We-" The lead scientist started, bowing deeply as he spoke, going silent as the large perpetual raised a silencing hand.

"Eight and Nine are having visions, and Fifteen is currently psychically connected to the two of them. The visions are not happy ones, which has upset all three of them. While I had intended on letting them incubate in their pods until they were physically toddlers…" The emperor's gaze focused for a moment on Lady Erda, who was still rocking a sleeping Fifteen and humming a lullaby to it. A small frown pulled at his lips "Will they be stable, if removed from their gestation pods?"

"S-sire?" Several scientists stuttered at the same time, eyes widening in surprise.

Amar Astarte walked over, grabbing the most recent readouts collected on each of the infant primarchs. "They should be able to survive outside of the pods. I thought that the plan was to wait until they were toddlers physically, before releasing them from their gestation pods? That way they would have a degree of independence before starting to be trained, sir. As infants they will have different developmental and physical needs… Also none of them should be capable of doing much more than rolling over on their own… Warp-based power shenanigans notwithstanding, my lord."

"… Nine and Eight have visions of what will happen, if they stay in the gestation tubes for that long. It is not a future I wish to see come to pass." The Emperor responded, the frown on his face deepening. While he could dismiss Erda from the project - and Amar as well… Part of him would rather that not happen. Both of them were incredibly talented geneticists and incredibly useful to him.

"… There is also the fact that we've been getting some rather… Unusual readings from Primarch Twenty's pod. It's abilities keep us from doing a visual check of it without removing it from the gestation pod entirely, I would advise caution in twenty's case." The geneticist warned The Emperor, frowning a little as well.

"Hmm? No, their readings are fine. They're a perfectly healthy set of twins." The Emperor corrected, placing one hand on the glass of Nine's pod, the other on Eight's as he sent a psychic wave of calm and peace their way, to get the little ones to stop thrashing and crying in their pods. He wasn't expecting three new minds brush clumsily up against his own in response, filled with innocent curiosity and fear. The emperor again pulsed calm-care-safety to the three fussing infant Primarchs. Fifteen - who he had most contact with - settled down immediately. Nine fussed for a couple more seconds before settling down. Eight, from whom the most concerning visions of chaos-tainted Astartes had come from fussed until he reached out to eight's mind once again and sent more soothing thoughts and feelings to the very fussy dark-haired baby. Eight finally settled down.

"… Oh. When do you want to begin decanting, sire?" Amar asked, slightly taken aback at his answer.

"I will need to ensure that the wing of the palace for the twenty of them is fully furnished and baby-proofed… Decant them in two weeks, beginning with One. I will increase the security around these labs and the Gellar field that protect them from outside warp influence. Three full squads of Custodes will be at each location, and I will have Valdor be watching over them directly. Do not interfere with their protective details." The emperor ordered "Back to your standard duties. Eight, Nine and Fifteen are already back in their slumbering states…" He let his voice soften and warm a little as he looked upon Erda, who was still rocking a sleeping Fourteen in her arms. Something about the sight stirred something very old in his heart briefly, but there was much to do, and she was a potential future traitor to his glorious cause. "Erda, the Primarchs' rooms aren't ready yet. Fourteen will need to go back into his pod for his own safety."

Erda sighed, cuddling Fourteen a little closer (the little Primarch whining wordlessly a little in his sleep) before nodding in agreement "You're right. Alright, sweetie, time to go back into the pod. Remember, mama loves you and your brothers." She pressed a kiss to it's forehead as two members of Fourteen's team opened it's gestation pod and brought it over for Erda to lower the tiny general into, which she did without complaint.

#THEY'RE SO CUTE #stories #warhammer 40k #primarchs

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sharenadraculea · 9 days

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Dungeon Meshi Evolutionary tree!

Quick note at the beginning: this is just me speculating, mostly based on how the diffrent species look as well as the bit of other info we get in the manga. I can‘t DNA-test them.

Evolutinary tree Number one:

Evolutionary Tree Number Two:

I think Orcs are the species who branched off first and is thus the most distantly related to everyone else. This is mostly based on the fact that they still have fur and very large canines, both traits that got lost very early on in human evolution, leading me to assume that they split off before those traits got lost in other humanoids. Orcs also have a noticably diffrent nose from all the others, so I assume that developed only after they split off. Them splitting off early would have allowed for more time for that to happen, as it only happend in their branch.

Now comes the point I‘m the least certain about: Did Dwarves and Gnomes split off, leaving Elves closer related to Tall-men, Ogres and Half-Foots (Evolutionary Tree Number 1), or did Dwarves, Gnomes and Elves split off together, meaning Elves are closer related to Dwarves and Gnomes (Evolutionary Tree Number 2)? Number one is pretty much just based on looks, as Elves look very similar to Tall-men, Ogres and Half-foots, suggesting that they may be quite closely related, while Dwarves and Gnomes look a bit more „weird“. In this case Elves still split of earlier from Tall-men than Ogres did, as they are more diffrent from Tall-men. Number two is based on the fact that Elves, Gnomes and Dwarves are all long-lived species and it would make sense for them to be closer related to each other.

I do assume in both cases that Gnomes and Dwarves are closer related to each other than to anyone else, beeing both short, long-lived races and sharing some other traits, most notably their big ears and big noses, giving them somewhat similar facial traits.

Now onto the last three Species: Ogres/Oni, Tall-Men and Half-Foots. My assumption is that Orge and Tall-Men are in kind of a Neanderthal-Homo Sapiens-Situation, with Ogres originating from a colder climate, which leads to them beeing overall bigger to better deal with the colder temperatures. (It is called Bergmann‘s rule, it has to due with the square-cube-law. Short version, bigger bodies have proportionally less surface area and thus loose less heat) My theory for Half-Foots is that they are a offshoot of tall-men that shrunk due to insular dwarfism, as they look very similar to Tall-men except for their size, thus often beeing mistaken for Tall-Men children, and it doesn‘t seem like Half-Foots are very widespread. (Insular dwarfism also happend with Homo Floresiensis, a noticablly very small species of irl humans, it‘s super cool and where I got the idea from) But wait! Didn‘t I forget somone? What about Kobold‘s? Well, I have zero idea what to do with them. They have a dog‘s head and a fuzzy humans body. Are they canids that convergently evolved to resemble humans? Are they the unholy creation of some mad scientist? I have no idea, if you have any, please tell me.

As for Beathkin, my understanding is that they don‘t occur naturally but need to be artificially created (or at least their ancestors were), so they didn‘t really evolve.

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