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moodymisty · 4 months

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Hello, Mortarion simp club member #7 here. First off, sorry for the fungus.

Secondly, imagine word getting to The Emperor that Mortarion had found a partner. None of the primarchs ever got married (except for Fulgrim) so I’d imagine it’d be big news. To find out that any of his sons, let alone shit-bag himself, found someone to love would shake him to his core.

Now, I am a very small woman so it might just be projecting, but just imagining The Emperor of Mankind staring you down and shaking his head like,

“This is inhumane. It’s almost comical, how absurd this is. How have you not been ripped in half, or accidentally crushed underfoot?”

I know deep in my soul that Morty would be the most gentle of the primarchs because he’s never had anyone be gentle with him before. That man would start sobbing immediately if he so much as accidentally bumped into you. Full on ‘please don’t leave me’ breakdown if he hurts you in any way.

The fungus is amungus.

Honestly given the way that the Emperor thinks of Mortarion as sort of a failure among his 'sons', and has just abandoned any possibility of him achieving greatness, him accomplishing something so 'odd' would definitely get a query or two. This behavior sounds more like Sanguinius or Fulgrim, not Mortarion.

Also the Emperor saying that it's 'inhumane' fucking killed me. I don't know why him saying that in response to one of the Primarchs picking up a lover is so fucking funny but also kind of accurate? I mean, pulling a normal human into what is basically a small pantheon of demigods isn't exactly a good idea. Not to mention the dangers involved that you could go on about for hours. Both being around and with a Primarch. It's less that The Emperor would ever care about a singular human, but he more so just finds the absurdity of it, amusing. Or as amusing as someone like him can.

I definitely think out of all the (future) heretic Primarchs, Mortarion, Fulgrim, Magnus, and Lorgar would probably both be the most gentle. He's also horrifically damaged (which Primarch isn't lmao) and has a slew of self image issues. He might not cry, but he'll sure as hell give you the stars as long as you don't drop to the wayside like everyone else in his life. You're the figurative jewel of his eye, and nothing will take you away from him.

He loves you, you love him, it's awful and harmful and will probably end terribly but damn does it taste good.

Also, a snippet to go with this. Enjoy.

Mortarion/Fem!Reader, No extreme warnings apart from typical 40kness and hinting at a toxic, obsessive relationship. I'm actually really coming around to liking Morty, if I never get a chance I really want to write some of my personal ideas for him

That meeting still lingers on your mind. You look out the window and wring your hands, trying to figure out why your heart continues to pound so hard against your chest. When it doesn't stop, you sit down and fail to try and stop your mind from running it through once again.

You met The Emperor.

You met the father- or simply creator as some of the Primarchs refer to him- to the Primarch you could possibly call your beloved.

It had been a surprise meeting; You were already so worn and tired from speaking to Primarch Fulgrim, shoulders tense and mind strained. While you might be close to Mortarion, being in the presence of Primarchs is still such an intense and formal ordeal, that forces you to carefully watch your words, your tone, your body language.

Just as The Phoenician seemed to be getting bored of you, as you kept politely avoiding giving him any worthwhile and intimate details about Mortarion, The Emperor had apparently come to see the lover of his fourteenth son; The first of them to ever take someone that could be potentially called a consort. It has been the rumor of the palace for days now, and it's seems to have spread now even to the Golden Throne.

He only ever spoke one sentence to you. And it will likely remain the only one. You would delude yourself into thinking that you have any business with The Emperor, beyond what little falls from Mortarion's lips. Either way, his words and voice with stay within your mind for as long as you live.

He looked down on you, barely able to reach his hips, and almost seemed to sigh. As much as a man such as him could. When you dared look at him, seeing any emotion on a man so borderline ethereal seemed so out of place. Though it was only there for a moment, and then his expression turned to that non-emotion of cold stoicism.

"I should not be surprised, to see he chose someone so small they cannot think to stand against him."

You decided to keep your head respectfully bowed in his presence, but you can't help but furrow your brow ever the slightest at his cryptic speech.

"You fraternize with the most fractured of all my sons. Do be careful with him."

Did he mean to be careful around him? Or to be careful with him? How could someone that in the grandness of things, as insignificant as you, be able to do either?

You pull yourself from being lost in your own thoughts and look out over the palace skyline, seeing nothing but golden peaks as far as the eye can see. It's inconceivable in size, that just viewing it doesn't give even the slightest hint as to it's sheer scale. And from what little you've heard, it's not even close to it's completion. New Praetorian Rogal Dorn has been continuing it's construction for years now, and will likely continue for decades more.

The soft sound of a door opening forces you to look towards it. Mortarion enters, and instantly comes closer. You haven't seen him since you had first encountered Fulgrim. You assume he had more urgent matters than batting away his fellow Primarchs away from the new thing of interest.

Your face softens as he comes closer, seeing his shoulders rolled forward slightly. The way he looks is a dead giveaway that he is in a terrible mood; Not uncommon whenever his so called brothers are involved. You assume that he is going to want a moment alone, and get up to take your leave. You'd heard nothing but his lamenting about hating the idea of returning to Terra for days now, but it seems you're wrong.

Before you have a chance to step away and leave the massive room that serves as the most private of his chambers, Mortarion quickly snatches your arm at the wrist. Though given the size of his hand in comparison to yours, his hand grasps a significant portion of your forearm.

"Do not leave."

You look at him, the way his grey hair shadows his thin face, and how he seems even more drained of energy. He towers over you, but yet he seems almost ungainly and defeated.

The Pale King orders you, but his words are almost dipped in something you might consider calling desperation.

He has told you before that interacting with his fellow Primarchs and The Emperor foremost is something he hates most. That it all reminds him of stolen revenge and his dead world, how he's overcast by the shadows of men like Sanguinius and Horus. You knew he would be more fragile, harder to deal with, but you didn't expect him to seem almost, humiliated. You're used to him being impossible to contend with, spiteful, hateful, angry; Not this.

His hand grips tighter when you don't immediately come back, enough that it begins to hurt. You sit back down and he lets go, only to cup his hand tightly around your jaw. He tilts your head up to look at him. It hurts your neck a bit from the intense angle, and your much smaller hands grip his wrist to try and gain leverage.

You watch his eyes glance over your face, his own slum and demoralized. His grip on your face softens just a bit so he isn't yanking you around like some sort of doll. At least not as much.

He sighs, and leans down enough so that his forehead touches yours, long strands of limp grey hair brushing against your face, and nothing more is said.

#I put sons in quotes because Emps has made it very clear that he does not see them as his children let alone as anything more than tools #mortarion simp club meetup #mortarion x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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moodymisty · 5 months

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The fungus. The fungus! THE FUNGUS! THE F- but in all honesty, your honor, my wubby little blorbo shit man is so cute and those headcanons are on point.

Now, indulge my brain rot for just a second. Just imagine the other primarchs finding out that Mortarion had not only found a partner, but that they’re completely normal-looking and super kind. They’re pleasant smelling, friendly, talkative; everything Mortarion is not. I also like to imagine his partner talking about him like he’s a stray cat they picked up off the side of the road. Like,

“Yeah, he has his moments. Sometimes he can be a little cranky but I still love him. Sure he tried to kill Gulliman, but that’s just how he shows love!”

“Oh no I can’t wash that sweater. If I do Mortarion will freak out! He sleeps on that thing every night. Now, I have to go. If I’m not in his chambers at exactly 5 pm he’ll get lonely and cry so hard he’ll throw up”

Jesus christ that last sentence nearly made me piss myself laughing. Mortarion in a nutshell. The man is incapable of expressing himself in any productive way, so to have a beloved that is like, normal? Insane. No one thought Mortarion had any pull. Hell, they thought he had negative pull.

Also. I'm sorry but I got inspired by this so I hope you don't mind a drabble. No warnings apart from it being very rough and I only revised it once. 'She' is used once, but I can change it if you want.

Sanguinius walks into the massive room and makes a line right for the desk, of which Guilliman sits behind. He takes one glance upward at him, and notices the way he seems to be holding back a smile, and his wings are almost twitching. His eyes return to the parchment underneath his pen.

"I am busy. It better be quite important." Sanguinius tilts his head slightly to the side.

"You are always busy. But I can assure you that you'll want to hear this."

Eyes cast upwards at him, Guilliman looks at him with a furrowed brow. It would be quite odd for urgent news to be delivered with such a positive disposition, so he wonders what Sanguinius could possibly need to say. He waits on less so bated breath, and more so slight irritation.

"Mortarion has returned to Terra," Guilliman glances upward, and for a second Sanguinius sees the unfettered rage of a man on his wits end flash through his eyes.

"That is not urgent news." The angel has more words on his lips as he smirks and gently waves his hand. "I know, but let me finish." Guilliman puts the tip of his pen to parchment and continues writing while he waits for him to finish.

"And he has brought his lover with him."

The Primarch of the Ultramarines almost has to ask Sanguinius to repeat himself, even though he knows he hear it correctly. He pulls the tip of his pen lest it begin to drop too much ink, setting it into the well and looking up fully.

"Mortarion is courting someone?"

He would've been less surprised if it had been Ferrus.

Sanguinius' smile cracks through his withheld expression just a bit more. Guilliman wonders if he fought for the honor of surprising him with this news.

"Believe me, we were just as surprised. But she's here in the palace now. I believe Fulgrim got to her first. He seemed completely distraught afterwards, so I wanted to go take a look for myself."

Guilliman hears in his tone that there's an invitation to join him on his lips. And while Roboute knows that he has work to do, as he always does, he can't say this isn't a tempting offer. After only a moment of internal deliberation he sighs, and rises from his seat.

"Very well. I can't say I'm not curious."

The two of them walk side by side down the myriad of halls that only make up a tiny section of the palace, Sanguinius leading. He seems to have an idea as to where Mortarion and his supposed lover is. Guilliman doesn't quite know why he hesitates to fully believe this is even true. He doubts Sanguinius would ever lie but,

Mortarion?

While it takes a bit of searching, eventually the Primarch of the Death Guard is found, and his lover with him. Him and Sanguinius stay back, intent to watch the scene for a moment. And even though the two of them are silent, if anyone had been close they might've been able to hear the two of them thinking.

You seem, normal.

Guilliman thinks you wouldn't look out of place in a shopping district on Macragge. You wear the regalia of your Primarch's legion as decoration on your clothing, fabric a pallid purple, but nothing else seems out of place.

But unlike Mortarion who stands behind you sulking, you are all smiles- speaking to Vulkan with what seems like pleasant conversation. Where Mortarion seems unkempt, cast in a sour, near depressive moue, you seem nothing but clean and polite. Your smile is warm, as you compliment Vulkan about something as simple as the unique embellishments of his legion's armor, and Vulkan takes it with a signature humbleness. Though if he had to guess, Vulkan was also quite surprised that Mortarion's choice in lover has proven so, unlike him.

Guilliman watches, and when he looks to his right, he sees Sanguinius watching his expression closely. Guilliman looks back to the scene ahead of him.

"Hmm. Odd."

#Great now I need to think of a fitting title for Mortarion's s/o that isn't just queen of the stank #mortarion simp club meetup #mortarion x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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moodymisty · 4 months

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The Emperor in your new Mortarion fic really said “Wow you’ve got nothing going for you huh? not even an army or royal title or anything. But what can I say, you are the one dating my cringefail toolson after all. Didn’t expect much more from him. Anyways try not to irreparable break him/yourself byeee” and just up and left. Hilarious

Fulgrim canonically had/has multiple partners, Roboute has something going on with Yvraine and a coparenting situation with Cawl, not to mention whatever the fuck happened with Sanguinius and the Silent King. But Morty decided he’s gonna have a completely normal spouse whose hobbies are like, running a noosphere tumblr blog.

An hour later the Emperor probably barges into Malcador’s room and vents (haha amogus joke) to him about what an absolutely basic partner Mortarion has. “They probably don’t even know basic martial combat!!” He whines, “And I’m supposed to invite them to important events now?? This is disgraceful honestly. XIV lived on a planet filled with mutants and xenos and necromancer wizards and he chose what? Some mortal who ‘loves and cherishes’ him?? Ugh. I would cry but it would mess up my pure gold makeup.” (The entire time he’s saying this he’s lying down on Malcador’s lap. Practically crushing him with the weight of his armour)

Corvus and Vulkan meeting Mortarion's mortal and seeing that not only are they not fucking insane, but are actually respectable and normal:

Where the fuck did you find them what planet what region of space please Brother we need to know wherethefuckdidyou-

#reply #Mortarion simp club meetup #Mortarion's s/o loves their stinky little hater man #the death guard's rate of planetary assimilation goes up like 80% because of s/o offering to not dump them in industrial grade carcinogens #as long as they negotiate. The Emperor is disappointed Horus is confused Sanguinius is laughing his ass off

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moodymisty · 5 months

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listen hh mortarion? fiiine 👀 ok a little skinny for my tastes ("skinny" he's a primarch, though I do hold that he looks like a once-strong man dying of tuberculosis) but he's funny and strong and has 2783739293 random skills for inexplicable reasons. still can't conceive how he tony starked suits of armour FOR A WHOLE ARMY????? ON BARBARUS????? idk man. would I subject myself to his personality irl? no, god. but I can see the appeal (diff anon)

Mortarion got that 'frail British child dying of the consumption' energy.

But I mean, who would ever subject themselves to the personality of any Primarch honestly. They're all insufferable. Hell, I'd argue they're still insufferable even when we poor little meow meow the fuck outta them.

All the Mortarion appreciators coming out of the woodwork tonight, remember to wash your hands y'all.

#Misty's book club #Mortarion simp club meetup

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moodymisty · 5 months

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I sincerely apologize on behalf of all Mortarion simps (it’s literally just me, I have never met another human being that loves that infected rat man.) Hes just so blorbo silly. Not only can I fix him, I can make him better. I love my festering husband <333 (i am mentally unwell(I’m not, I just like subby men))

We can't choose who we love, friend.

I'll be in the pews at your wedding, just in the back row so the stank doesn't hit me as bad.

#reading the words festering husband when referring to Mortarion fucking took me out btw #I say all my insults with love I like Angron I have no leg to stand on #Misty's book club #Mortarion simp club meetup

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moodymisty · 5 months

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Mortarion is an interesting primarch to simp for because at first you think he’s just a dude with a grim reaper theme (which by itself is pretty cool) who’s kind of sickly. And then you read a little bit about him and it’s like. Oh. This sure is A Guy. Like his backstory is basically sci-fi rapunzel. He managed to, as previous anon stated, create suits of armour for an entire army. And from what I know he has a numerology hobby (which is just numbers astrology). (Like my interest in Ferrus doubled when I found out he ate gravel for a while, so you can see what this lore did to me)

He’s got an air of gloominess about him, and I like a man who is apathetic and mean to everyone except for me. And since he’s mothman, have you seen the Point Pleasant West Virginia mothman statue? The one with that’s double cheeked up?? Like if you know then you know.

Overall, I cannot fix him but I can make him feel loved. Even if that means he’ll be blowing vape smoke in my face the entire time. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

I’m fucking shitting y’all. Sci-fi Rapunzel lmao.

The whole suit of armor thing both you guys brought up is so funny because it proves just how resourceful and damn smart Morty really is, but he couldn't get over his issues (and pskyer bigotry) for five minutes to really get things done. Cause all things considered the dude really did care.

And all the ladies love a good sad man with a shitty personality, so I respect the Morty simping. I mean Loki and Astarion took over the collective conscious for how long? It's just that Mortarion is a bit too not skinny and long haired to be a tumblr sexy mothman.

Also,

FERRUS ATE GRAVEL??????

I considered myself decently versed in the lore but are you memeing or did I fucking miss something. Cause I mean tbh he fucking would but I need answers. Are we just memeing that his head hit the floor again or did this dude actually chew concrete.

#anon be getting a steam facial with Morty's vape smoke the things people do for love #Mortarion simp club meetup #Misty's book club

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