#Odysseus the Custodes
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You watch from the top of a cliff how the waves crash against the rocks below. It's been a while since you left home, a few weeks in fact. Longer than you originally planned to be gone, you needed the time.
But you miss him.
This time away from him had helped you realize how much he had been doing for you. Things that you never noticed till now. How he always makes sure there's hot water in your water flask, helped you keep track of your groceries, putting your keys in your bag without you noticing. Small things.
You want to go back, to see him again. Yet not having to face rejection over and over in your home, what should be your safe place. It's relieving. You feel like you could finally breathe without pressure trying to crush you.
But you miss him.
Do you love him? You think so... he's your Custodes, so you should love him right? You love him, you realize that now. Somehow you do and you miss him so badly now. Warm and wet rolls down your cheek and you wipe the tear away. All you want is a companion you can hug, cuddle and share all your secrets with. How you had looked on with jealousy at all the other people with their Space Marines.
Wishing for what they had with their Space Marines now turns to wishing for your own Custodes to be here with you.
The drive back to the house you had rented, you're alarmed when you realize the front door is unlocked. You always lock the door when you leave. You are wary as you step in, the house doesn't look ransacked. Some of the furniture is definitely moved about though... as if to make way for something big...
You find nothing else until you reach your bedroom. Instantly you forget everything else as you rush in, to your Odysseus who was curled up on the floor hugging one of your jackets to himself and whimpering.
His armor pokes you, you always complained about it but now it's a comfort as he nearly crushes you in a tight hug. Watery coos leaves his lips as he curls his larger form around you. You feel water hit the top of your head but he keeps you tucked against him as he lets out sad heart wrenching warbles to you. It makes you cry all over again. How and when he got here didn't matter.
You're finally back with him.
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Barn Anon. The Custodes thing i mentioned. Figured given what you’ve said and how they’re the Emperor’s 3 in 2 besties, advisors and guards. They’ll be more aware and while they do care for their human. There’s still some parts that’s less than pleased.
Odysseus worries about only a few things, yet they're such important things that he mind as well be juggling the world. His Master, the Emperor, how he might best serve and stop anything that might be a danger to him, his fellow Custodes, and now this fragile... primitive human.
He watches as his human sweeps the leaves that had fallen overnight. He can't understand why does he have this bond with her. He had discovered that such bonds aren't that uncommon for the Space Marines that had found themselves in this positively ancient version of Terra. He's largely content and even happy or delighted to have this special bond with his human.
Yet there's a part of him that's repulsed by this bond. He's a Custodes, one of the Emperor's Ten Thousand, he shouldn't be so affected by this! Then there was the fact that he can't just can't simply up and walk away from her and never look back. Well he could and he tried. He found himself racing back to her within a month. T-this... This must be some sort of corruption or something. He feels like he's being manipulated into staying and caring for this vulnerable human and that by doing so, he's betraying his Lord and Master.
He tightens his grip on his spear as he watches his human move back into her house. How he wishes he could just drive it into her and watch the life fade from her. He would be freed from this invisible chain binding him to her. He would be free to seek out a way to return to the Emperor. He would... shatter.
Odysseus nearly drops his spear as suddenly revulsion, guilt and shame surges through him. As if punishing him for even daring to have such thoughts. He wants to throw up. He struggles against the tide of emotion, only barely managing to tread the waters of this tsunami. He grits his teeth and rids such thoughts from his mind. As soon as he focuses on caring for his human, the tide recedes and is replaced by the warm sunlight of joy, devotion and even love.
This sudden unnatural shift in emotions is only further proof to him, that this bond isn't right. He shouldn't feel this way. But what other choice does he have? Odysseus sighs. At least humanity has yet to discover rejuvenation treatments. If he's lucky, his human would die of natural causes by the end of this century. He growls as he tries to shove aside those dark thoughts. No. If he's lucky, his human will live to see the next century.
Husbandry Tags: @egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon
A Custodes... an Adeptus Custodes... a companion... and a myriad of other titles you hardly remember him giving as he eventually just said that they would be here for a good part of a month if he was to sit and list all his titles.
There were no guides or forums for you to look on for help about this... Odysseus had said as much as well... he refused to answer if there were more than just him...all he said was that there were more Grey Knights around then Custodes... and well since no one really knew how many Astartes were around.... it felt like a non answer.
You sighed as it was hard and perhaps you were a little jealous given how affectionate you saw others with their Astartes and you had a prickly and standoffish creature but you try your best to show him your affection for him back. But it felt like he was always keeping you at arms length... you hardly talked about him to others who gushed about their companions as he felt more like a roommate.
But when you come home one day you pause by the once blank wall seeing the classical beauty painted all over it making you just sit on the floor... like a bench you would sit on in the museum. You could see a seamless combination of all your favorite classical works somehow all referenced in one flowing piece.
"Your mood has been... 'down in the dumps' as you would say. So I tried my best to alleviate it. Come for dinner." Is all he said before wandering off leaving you to smile as you kick off your shoes and rush to see what he has made as you know it will be delicious!
#warhammer 40k#space marine husbandry#space marine husbandry sentience#barn anon#tales from the barn#adeptus custodes#Odysseus
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Question to both @barn-anon and @kit-williams. Considering that Odysseus the Custodes in #space marine husbandry sentience is not big into having a bond with his human, not that he doesn’t care about them (he does , in his own way). Would he get jealous, or could he even get jealous? Say, if a playful unbonded Space Wolf or Alpha Legion chats up his human and hanging around, having a good time.
#space marine husbandry#space marine husbandry sentience#warhammer 40k#oc: odysseus#adeptus custodes
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You look back at your house as the taxi drives off, clutching your carry on luggage in your hand. You don't want to leave him but... it felt suffocating, disheartening having to spend everyday with a Custodes that pushes you away at every turn.
There were nice moments with him, he's a good roommate you suppose. Though you can't help but feel unsatisfied, cheated even. Why did others get Space Marines that would dote on and love them so freely while you got stuck with him? I-it's not fair! You want that warm, loving, supportive relationship. Want to come home from work and be able to hug your Custodes.
You sigh as you look out the window, watching the scenery pass by. Odysseus disappears every few months for a few days and you decided to take this moment to leave without him knowing. It isn't right... running from him when he has stayed with you all this time. Would he miss you though? He hasn't done much to show that he truly cares that much about you.
It's just a two week vacation... maybe. You don't know. Maybe you will come back, maybe you won't. You feel guilty for leaving, you feel relieved to be away. Wanting him here, freedom that he isn't.
Odysseus returns to his human's house after 5 days in the wilderness. He stops the moment his human's home is in view, narrowing his eyes. It's dirty. The leaves aren't swept and as he gets closer, he can see a layer of dust that's starting to build on the surfaces.
No sighs of a struggle or fight, there's some food in the fridge, clearly left for him. But where is his human? Where is HIS human? He growls, agitated as he searches the house for her. Panic building within him, until he finds a note on her desk.
An apology. From her to him. Apologizing for leaving, that she just needs time away. Away from him? She promises that she will come back eventually. Why doesn't she mention when she will be back? She just needs to be alone and think about what she wants in the future. A future without him?
The chains that bind him to his Master ring out their slick, filthy delight and joy. Good, now he can devote his time to the Emperor. The vines of his bond to her writhe and scream, thorns digging into his soul as it punishes him for his failure to keep her happy and close. How dare he drive her away, doesn't he know how precious a gift this bond is?
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Odysseus follows you closely whenever you leave your house, his much larger form looming over you as he accompanies you to the town. There's a rather medium sized population of Space Marines here and you're surprised when some of them choose to keep their distance from you, or rather Odysseus. It perks your curiosity, you worry why would they be so wary of Odysseus but Odysseus soothes you with a low rumble.
He gentle takes you hand, shaking you out of your thoughts. You happily squeeze his hand in return and hurry on to the shops. The bakery owner's Space Marine seems on edge when he sees Odysseus behind you. Odysseus on the other hand seems to be looking down upon the Space Marine. The tension between them was odd, you've never seen your Custodes like this before. You quickly make your purchase and leave the shop.
Odysseus eyes the Space Marines in the town, he can tell they're keeping their distance. There's no doubt that they know how he had maimed a feral Blood Angel some time ago when it came too close to his human's house. That as soon as his human went to bed that evening, he had hunted down that Blood Angel and finished the job. They know what time he's from, know that he doesn't have the highest opinion of any of the Space Marines, especially those from the traitor legions.
None of them dare to risk ticking him off, not when he has someone to protect.
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Reminder that Odysseus is freshly post heresy with all that trauma and baggage.
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The Space Marines seem to keep their distance. You had to go to the city for your friend's wedding and was staying for two weeks to make the most of your trip in the city. Odysseus naturally came along with you, his obsession with your safety meant he would sooner cram himself in a human sized hotel room than let you stray too far from his side. Of course you got one that can accommodate both of you, you're not cruel and admittedly you're also rather clingy, even though Odysseus himself doesn't seem to feel the same. Do you really think that little one?
You had seen only a handful of Space Marines in person back home, other than that feral Blood Angel that Odysseus had fought off. You always knew that Odysseus is different from normal Space Marines, even before he told you what he is. Just his size was enough to show that. Though now you get to see how the other Space Marines keep their distance. They seem respectful and even fearful at times.
Ignore them. Odysseus's armoured hand rests on your shoulder, lightly gripping when he notices you glancing at the few Space Marines you two of you pass by. You scoot closer to your Odysseus, feeling his hand holding you more tightly. Your golden companion doesn't even seem to notice the Space Marines much. At most you would spy the barest hints of respect or wariness whenever you mention Space Marines.
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To hold your human, soft fragile and breakable. Having them cuddled in your arms or happily pulling you along. Kaeso sighs happily as his human shifts to settle more in his arms. This is so precious to him, to know this peacefulness… this rightness where he belongs without a doubt.
His Master made him to be a tool, a weapon, a companion to a degree. He knows though, that his master doesn’t care for him beyond that. No victory would win him the love of his Master. His Master powerful, living, conquering and taking.
Chains rusty and scratched grind against each other, trying to tighten around him. Buffeted by thick vines, healthy green and leafy. Small tendrils slinked in between each link, covering him in their coils. Shielding him from the rough metal that threatens to bite even deeper into his soul.
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So weak, defenceless, needy. How easily it is to snap her bones, to cave in that pretty face of his human. Odysseus has to pull away everytime. Shame and self-loathing. Why can’t he keep the thoughts away? She’s so dear to him. Revolting, betrayal. Traitor.
His Master is dead, stuck upon that golden throne. A Conqueror of the stars reduced to nothing due to the actions of traitorous offspring. Wrong, failures, never should have existed. Should’ve done better, him and the others. Should’ve fought harder.
Chain worn and bloodied with hatred, reinforced with duty. Tightens with hooks that dig deeper and pull. Vines with flowers with the warmth of sunlight weave in and between the metal. Some thick and strong, others thin and suffocate under the unyielding metal. The vines coil tighter the hooks dig deeper.
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#odysseus the custodes#Kaeso the Custodes#space marine husbandry sentience#space marine husbandry#warhammer 30k
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Odysseus stares at the hand on his arm, his human lightly tugging him along behind her. She had wanted to do some hiking and he couldn't let her go knowing there's the chance of her getting hurt.
She can handle herself, he knows that. The damn bond though.. it shrieks at him when he didn't hurry after her when she left the house. It's jagged fangs sinking deep into his being, like acid being poured over an open wound. He rushes after her after an agonizing few minutes. The bond sang it's approval then, rewarding with heady haze of contentment and delight.
Now in the woods, she has her hand on his arm. He wants to grab it and crush it in his hands, hear the bones snap and blood flow as she cries in pain. He wants to move her hand so that he may hold it in his own, gently, as she deserves to be treated. How dare she welcome this unnatural bond? Why is she cursed to be his human? Why didn't his master make him able to love freely?
He want to see the life flicker and fade from her eyes, hear her scream and beg. It isn't right, isn't fair, to either of them. Why can't he give what those lesser Space Marines and traitors are able to so freely provide their humans? Isn't he better than them?
He wants. He should. He can't.
She turns and looks at him with hurt and confusion as he brushes her hand off his arm. He shamefully refuses to meet her gaze. It's better this way for both of them.
Safer.
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Odysseus wraps his arms around his human awkwardly, she had fallen asleep while trying to stay up with him to watch the stars. He could've easily simply carried her into the house and leave her there to continue staring off at the starry sky. It didn't feel right though, to simply leave her alone in the house, even if she's fast asleep.
Though it still doesn't feel quite right to have her here with him, in his arms like this. He isn't built to love, only to serve. Why then does he do this? He know nothing of what it is to love someone other than the Emperor. Even then, was it love he felt? Or dogged devotion and subservience that goes beyond reason?
It feels wrong, it feels right. Sweet bliss, agonizing torture.
He forces himself to gently run fingers through soft wavy hair. Pulling his hand back when the urge to crush what's lying across his lap rises. Fragile, crushable, crackable. One squeeze and everything will come spilling out in bloody bits of brain matter.
He wants to cup her cheek and stroke his thumb across that soft flesh. Wants to rip the jaw off her head. Why was he made this way? Why couldn't his master made him kinder? He knows why though, deep down, his master didn't need his Companions to be gentle, only guards, companions, advisors.
Some were made to be warmer, friendlier, more personable.
He isn't one of them.
He wants to scream his frustration but remains stoic and silent, forcing his hands to stay planted on the ground he sits on. Fingers digging into the soil as he looks up at the stars once again. Breathing in the cool night sky, resenting and loving the way he is.
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Your Odysseus has an odd habit of disappearing for days only to show up suddenly as if he never left in the first place. Why? You're not sure. This place is fairly isolated, you don't know where he could be going. Yet you didn't have it in yourself to ask him to stop. It seems as if it brings him some comfort.
Occasionally he brings back things for you. Usually they're valuable items, mainly some sort of jewelry that you've tried to return to their owners. Though some seemed to have no owners. Those would also fit you a little too nicely. Yet Odysseus never said anything about it, seemingly uncaring about what you do about the gifts he brings back for you.
Yet for all his aloof and seemingly distant nature, he sems to know instinctively what you need and when you need something. Though perhaps that's just a common trait? You've seen people with Space Marines mention how their Space Marines all seem to have a sixth sense when it comes to them. Maybe your Custodes is the same?
If only there were others like you. Some days you felt jealous of all those people bonded with Space Marines and Chaos Marines. For all the different varieties among them, they were still all Space Marines and Chaos Marines. Even the rarer ones, at least there were plenty of other people in similar enough situations that they can find out what's normal and what isn't.
You? You haven't found a single person with a Custodes. Is it because Custodes are truly that rare or because the few people with a Custodes simply aren't prone to posting about it on the internet?
Odysseus rumbles softly to you, getting your attention. He bends slightly to enter your home. Him being taller than normal Space Marines meant that he would bump into things others wouldn't.
Watching as he crouches down with a hot water bag wrapped with a soft towel. Oh! You take it gratefully and hold it to your abdomen. Your cramps were mild and easy to ignore but of course he would notice without you saying a single word.
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It's an unusually warm day it seems that even Odysseus is feeling affected by the heat. He's currently lying flat on the cool marble floor out of his armour, shirtless and... oh. You blush and quickly retreat to your study. You close the door and place your empty mug on your desk.
Well you were going to get another cup of water but um.. maybe not right now. You groan, sitting down heavily on your chair. You didn't need to see that, didn't need that image floating about in your head but now? How are you going to get it out of your head?
Turning your laptop back on, you try to focus on your work but Odysseus continues to creep back into your thoughts. It's going to be a long day.
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just a short one, might not have much these few days, game got a new map added.
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Odysseus wonders if this conflict within himself would ever end. The endless war between his duty to the Emperor and his bond to his human. In front of his human, he's proud and confident, the bravest person to ever walk the Earth. Once she’s asleep or away for a while, his doubts claw back in. They mock him with familiar voice of his Master, for letting himself be leashed to a mere human. If he truly was a worthy Custodes, he would've freed himself from this chain binding him to his human. If he truly was loyal to the Emperor, he would be well on his way back to him by now.
Humans are fragile. It would be so terribly easy to just... end her. It's him that's the problem here, he just can't do it. How could he when it's only with her that he truly learnt what it’s like to be loved? He's not a fool, he knows he's just a tool to the Emperor. One that's cherished, sure, but a disposable tool in the end.
Yet here his human is, stubbornly letting him stay and showing him care and affection. He feels guilty about it at times. He wants to freely return her care with tenderness… but he’s a Custodes, such things aren’t that clear cut and straight forward for him in particular. His Master didn’t make him to be a companion to some lowborn human. He was to be His Companion, what he once loved to be is now what he hates about himself.
He knows it’s unfair to her, having him as her bonded. He will never say it out loud but he does think that even a Chaos Marine would be a better bonded for her. Better than him… he must climb mountains and swim oceans before he is able to freely embrace his bonded the way he should.
Ceramic plates clatter and the sound of flowing water. His human is in the kitchen washing the dishes. The sunlight filters in and hits her hair making the hairclip glint slightly. He watches from the living room as she hums along with the radio, unaware of him as she scrubs the plates clean and places them on the dish rack.
The sound of knife hitting a wooden chopping board. How should he feel about this domestic life? He no longer has his duties to worry about, still has the freedom to pursue his hobbies. Without the Emperor though... is he still a Custodes? In this world, he feels like a man lost at sea. There's a ship on the horizon but he doesn't know how his life might change if he swims towards it. The life raft that is his life guarding the Emperor will always stay afloat, but every moment that he clings to it, the ship on the horizon seems more daunting to swim to.
A yellow plate with apple slices and grapes is placed on the coffee table before him. He looks over to see his human smiling at him. A gentle pat on his arm before she moves off to tidy the storeroom. Picking up a grape, he wonders if he would ever be ready to let go of his life raft.
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edited this at 11pm so, if weird I’m sorry.
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He tries to touch her the way she should be touched, tries to copy what he has seen the Space Marines do for their humans. Bitter jealousy bubbles at the sight of easy affection and warm smiles. Broken, incorrect, mistake.
He can't do any of that without feeling like he's betraying something, someone, his master, his Emperor. Is he right to feel like that? Or is it wrong? Would his master be pleased by his bond with his human? Or would he order him to dispose of her?
He stays out of arm's length from her, for her sake and for his. When she's out of grabbing distance, those words are silent. That pressure of obedience and single-minded loyalty to the Emperor is less oppressing when he can't touch her. The closer she gets, the louder those damning voices of his fellow Custodes and master is.
Far from him, she will be safe. He should leave her, but he can't. Not without feeling that jagged sawing upon his soul, punishment for daring to reject the Universe's gift to him. Shame and guilt that rains down upon his mind for leaving her alone, unguarded and vulnerable.
He's on his knees, crying and begging for either the Universe or his Master to free him from their shackles upon him. That he may exist peacefully without this torment. All he gets is their cold silence as his pleas go unheard and he has to face his human's confused hurt look at the distance between them.
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Odysseus worries about a few things, yet they're such important things that he mind as well be juggling the world. His Master, the Emperor, how he might best serve and stop anything that might be a danger to him, his fellow Custodes, and now this fragile... primitive human.
He watches as his human sweeps the leaves that had fallen overnight. He can't understand why does he have this bond with her. He had discovered that such bonds aren't that uncommon for the Space Marines that had found themselves in this positively ancient version of Terra. He's largely content and even happy or delighted to have this special bond with his human.
Yet there's a part of him that's repulsed by this bond. He's a Custodes, one of the Emperor's Ten Thousand, he shouldn't be so affected by this! Then there was the fact that he can't just can't simply up and walk away from her and never look back. Well he could and he tried. He found himself racing back to her within a month. T-this... This must be some sort of corruption or something. He feels like he's being manipulated into staying and caring for this vulnerable human and that by doing so, he's betraying his Lord and Master.
He tightens his grip on his spear as he watches his human move back into her house. How he wishes he could just drive it into her and watch the life fade from her. He would be freed from this invisible chain binding him to her. He would be free to seek out a way to return to the Emperor. He would... shatter.
Odysseus nearly drops his spear as suddenly revulsion, guilt and shame surges through him. As if punishing him for even daring to have such thoughts. He wants to throw up. He struggles against the tide of emotion, only barely managing to tread the waters of this tsunami. He grits his teeth and rids such thoughts from his mind. As soon as he focuses on caring for his human, the tide recedes and is replaced by the warm sunlight of joy, devotion and even love.
This sudden unnatural shift in emotions is only further proof to him, that this bond isn't right. He shouldn't feel this way. But what other choice does he have? Odysseus sighs. At least humanity has yet to discover rejuvenation treatments. If he's lucky, his human would die of natural causes by the end of this century. He growls as he tries to shove aside those dark thoughts. No. If he's lucky, his human will live to see the next century.
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The bois
Self reminders since I can't remember things reliably. Those named after colours or things are simply unnamed but to help remind me of which legion/chapter they're from.
Pre-heresy
Gaius, Purple, Pale Green, Kaeso, Word Bearer Group (Hora, Nakir, Hakael)
During-heresy
-none-
Freshly Post-heresy
Odysseus
40k
Gabriel, Clifford, Maxorn, Alpha Legion Squad (Inigo, Zeel, Firos, Kran, Rhamiel) , Black (Tyrrius) , Skull, Blue, Dark Grey, Yellow, Grey
Undetermined
Castle, Akriom
#Gaius the World Eater#Gaius the War Hound#Castle and Susan#Gabriel the Blood Angel#Clifford the big red Dreadnought#Maxorn the Dreadnought#Odysseus the Custodes#Kaeso the Custodes#Alpha Legion#Inigo the Alpha Legionary#Black#Skull#Blue#Dark Grey#Yellow#Purple#Pale Green#Grey#space marine husbandry sentience#space marine husbandry#warhammer 40k#warhammer 30k#Firos the Alpha Legionary#Zeel the Alpha Legionary#Rhamiel the Alpha Legionary#Kran the Alpha Legionary#chaos space marines#Akriom#Hora#Nakir
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Space Marine Sentience & Tales from the Barn mini masterlist
My main masterlist got too full
Castle
The Lost Legion
Castle protects his family
A Salamander cares
Open up the barn/Initial barn post
Tense negotiations
Green eyed monster
Sunny and the puppy
Fight Fight Fight?
I hate you
Playdate
So move in maybe?
My Chaos Marine
It's just a dream... right?
Castle Angst
Space Marine Husbandry Headcanons
Officer Riley and Sunny the Night Lord
First Blood Angel Gabriel
Second Gabriel
How is everyone so blind
A lonely blue pearl
The Black Rage
Bonding headcanon
Marinelings
When Astartes go off to war
Clifford the big red Dreadnaught
Building
Building codes
Child turned Astartes
Adeptus Custodes
Horror 1 2 3
Surprise Night Lord 1 2
Happy Baby
Odysseus
World Eater?
Where does the Emperor fit into this
A Primarch in my house?
More Emperor thoughts
Titans
Even MORE Emperor thoughts
Space Marine Businesses
Orphans
More Orphans
More Building thoughts
Post Black Rage
More Building Codes
Everything is fine really
Egypt
Alpha Legion Cuckoo birds
#mini masterlist#masterlist#tales from the barn#space marine husbandry sentience#space marine husbandry#barn anon
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