#space marine husbandry

[kit-williams]

Hoof Care

Yes I was really thinking of Baldamort's voice for Drar (Watch his video on the Master of Executions and well you can probably figure out where I got Drar's voice from)

Husbandry tag list: @egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

thank you @squishyowl for the 40k themed dividers

It was that time of the month again where you'd get a call to go to them they paid you quiet a bit and of course you weren't the only person going... it was always a big big event. You head to the Iron Warrior's base near the city... most Chaos Space Marines' don't have bases but their loyalist counterparts do... though Iron Warriors are an exception not a norm. Though you weren't sure as the Iron Warriors didn't have too much friction with their "traitor" selves? You didn't understand nor really bother too.

The norm would be the fact that there is a Night Lord base being built somewhere given that there were now enough loyalist night lords demanding it. But you made sure your tools were sharp and everything was ready... you knew the only downside of the Iron Warriors was the fact that both loyalist and traitor elements kept pushing and vying for power within their own... faction?

As you backed your truck in and got out you could hear his crooning... he was old had that slightly withered lit to his voice as it croaked out of him as if he had ruined his vocal cords time and time again. "Missy so nice of you to join us." Drar the Warpcutter spoke and if you remembered he said he was the leader of a warband known as the Malefactors of Sin.

"Lord Drar... and hello Helios." You politely said as his Master of Executions followed. The big man behind him looked at you and you swallowed... you didn't get the feel good vibes everyone else got. Your eyes flicked to their weapons... to the skulls up their belt... and you had a feeling Drar enjoyed the fact you were afraid of them. "Where is Vasso..." You ask for the current "chapter master" and you watch Drar wave his hand.

"Busy. The child is going to work himself to death at this rate and I... took the liberty of playing host for him." He says with a grin, "But enough pleasantries... you're the final one to arrive." You flinch as his massive hand pushes against your back and you move into the hanger.

Chaos Space Marines of countless chapters and warbands were here all highly mutated. Heavy hooves clipped and clopped against the floor as centaurs made their way to the designated zone. You headed over to the other ferriers as Drar trilled his goodbye and Helios just gave a nod. You could see where other space marines were watching and learning how to take care of their mutated brothers and cousins as in the far corner you could see iron warriors guarding feral marines that took the offer for maintained care but do not want humans touching them. You could understand as it took you a long time to get over the wrongness of your clients.

At least they behaved better than horses, the massive hooves were clipped and trimmed even polished if they wanted too. The utterly massive Black Legionary stallion... Troc was his name, he would have been such a pretty black horse, brought his own shoes... shiny brass things. He liked his hooves painted a nice solid black.

You could hear Adamatar bellowing as the white minotaur had hurt one of his hooves and so trying to get him to behave enough to put a block on his hoof was feeling like an impossible task. You could spy long tails wagging as fur coats were being brushed... a canine centaur of a Night Lord was half asleep as he was getting his jet black fur coat groomed and nails trimmed on his paws. You trimmed the frog of Troc's hooves just shaping his hoof as he was currently gushing about his bonded... a little girl who had a habit of calling him "pony" or "horsey" when she got overly excited and also calling him "Truck".

The shiny iron horseshoes of a bulky draft of an Iron warrior caught your eye. They certainly liked to feel pretty.... you shiver as a heavily mutated space marine lumbers past... organized chaos of it all and you're getting paid enough that it makes you not have to worry about the slower times of the year.

You could see someone with their body leaning into a massive stomach maw just cleaning the teeth of the marine. You stop looking as you hammer in his shoe and work on cutting the nails and then applying the black hoof polish.... rinse and repeat.

Sure they cooperated more then an actual animal but it was still a lot of hard work. "Hey!" You snapped at someone's apprentice. "Don't just walk behind them!" You said pointing out the fact that they were just walking right behind the centaurs. Which if he was working with actual horses was bad practice.

"They won't kick." They countered back.

"Yeah but they still can't see you and when you work with an actual horse they will kick if you walk right behind you. Give them the same berth as you would an actual horse because if one of these boy's kicks you're going to die." You huff as you resume working on the hooves of the Iron Warrior as someone was working on his horns... it was sometimes easier to do multiple tasks on the same marine as they kept still.

Lunch was provided and it was nice... it felt normal to have that lull in working as you grabbed a coffee as you worked in shifts... went around inspecting other's techniques... watching how some of them were teaching their apprentices, in various fields, or how they were teaching the Astartes on how to take care of their own. Sometimes a feral marine would be brave and try to get taken care of by one of us "mortals" but you never volunteered you had plenty of Astartes asking for you to work on them personally.

But the day blurred on by till you were getting handed a stack of cash of a few thousand dollars with the hope that you would come back same time next month and as well as the cavate that if something changed they would inform you. Again you see Drar as you head back to your trunk and a cup of coffee, that looks so small in his hands, is given to you. "What's this for?"

"Job well done?" He croons.

"Ah yes the usual hush coffee so I don't tattle on Vasso of you playing chapter master huh?" You say ignoring the scowl on his face as you sip the coffee, "or... is it hush coffee to keep me from tattling again to Vasso because you enjoy scaring people?"

"Mouthy little mortal aren't you." He hisses as you cow slightly, far too tired to not be filled with dread as he moves far too smoothly for something so big. He spat to the side, "But something like that."

"And like usual I'm going to be the last one to leave because you like chatting." You say tiredly as you drink the hot brew that made you feel tired. You had enough for a hotel in the city for tonight though... beds were always available here at the fortress. "I have a feeling you're going to chat me up so long I might just have to spend the night."

Drar laughed, it was hardly a pleasant sounding thing... it was dark and ominous... it was downright an evil sounding thing that ended rolling in his chest till it quieted. "You look exhausted."

You just drank the coffee to prevent yourself from making a 'captain obvious' joke, "I might stay tonight or at least get a few hours of shut eye."

"Then let me play the good host once more." He crooned and you just locked your car after placing your tools inside... just a few hours of sleep then you'd make the drive home.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry #space marine husbandry sentience #tales from the barn #Missy the farrier #Master of Executions Helios #Lord Drar the Warpcutter #I didn't know how to end this #I think this is fine #No bond #Missy is not warp blind

[barn-anon]

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.

.

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.

Tagged: @kit-williams • @egrets-not-regrets • @bleedingichorhearts

#odysseus the custodes #Kaeso the Custodes #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer 30k

[yanandreckless]

I think we're friends...

Over the past couple of weeks, Mangy Little Marine has been around. He doesn't come too close, sometimes I don't even see him, but he keeps leaving presents and sometimes I can hear the noises that he makes from a nearby bush when I find one of his gifts. After the ratwreath, he's left me a crudely sharpened piece of wood (a stake??) also wrapped in field flowers, a dead marten tied in scraps of jute rope, a piece of abstract art made out of what remained of an old soccer ball, plants, pieces of Monster cans, and nuts, as well as newspapers. They were the only gifts devoid of his creative touch, he just leaves newspapers, admittedly a bit dirty, but otherwise normal. He hasn't shown any tendencies of destroying my property, the trash can incident notwithstanding (and even so, I'm starting to think he was just startled); so I decided to start leaving out snacks for him in exchange for his gifts. And guys! It's so funny! The first time I left anything, it was jerky and a couple of slices of dried mango. They were gone in the morning but I didn't see the marine. And so it continued, I leave him snacks (he seems to love the jerky and the mango, and he also took the walnuts I left) and he takes them and then leaves his artwork next time. And I managed to see him this morning! Come to think of it, he probably let me see him because I've learned that he's great at hiding when he wants to. He was just standing on the porch and crunching at walnuts when I opened the door. He's so cute, despite the macabre helmet! He tilted his head when he saw me and for a while we were just looking at one another. I said "hi, little guy" He chirped at me. He's still dirty and his armor looks battered, and I'm pretty sure he smells really bad, even from a distance, but he's still cute, he held the walnut with both hands you guys! And his chirp is kinda throaty... he almost sounds like Stitch.

#space marine husbandry #night lords #space marines #warhammer 40k #fanfic

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

• hard exoskeleton concealing squishy vital bits inside

• wide body with segmented limbs and downturned mouthparts

• many specialized organs and glands

• comprise about 25% of currently known guys

• god’s favourite

the rumor come out: does astartes is beetles?

Astartes DOES is beetles

And sometimes arachnid

#ask #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #space marines #space marine husbandry

[wolf-tail]

Ultramarine owners: This is Brother-Seargant Neronius Commodias of the 5th Company, we purchased him for 100000 thrones

Death Guard owners: This is Stinkus McFuckface we found him in the dumpster

#space marine husbandry

[valhallasoutlaw]

A pamphlet featured in our last seminar! Make sure that you know the signs so that you and your Blood Angel can live a happy, harmonious life!

#space marine husbandry #astartes husbandry #astarteskeeping #warhammer 40k #space marines #adeptus astartes #warhammercommunity #blood angels #black rage

[callme-cursed]

So when we make these jokes what's everyone's inspiration? I've always made the connection that astartes are large working dogs needing a lot of land and tasks to be happy.

Following that dreadnoughts are cows, dangerous but their large size has them doing dumb stuff and getting stuck. I guess primarchs would be elephants following that, smart need their own reserves, the rest of the "herd" is their guard.

#space marine husbandry

[horuslupercal]

post your astarteskeeping takes that will have you like this

I'll go first: I don't think it's possible to ethically keep thousand sons as pets. I know they're popular for their beauty and intense hobbies but their social needs are incredibly complex and hard to meet even for professional keepers, not to mention the psychic aspect

#ultramarines need groups of five to a hundred and will sort themselves out #thousand sons? god the POWER STRUGGLES and if you're unable to constantly keep a check on their activities? woe rubric be upon ye #whoops you went away for twelve hours instead of eleven and they all lost their minds and summoned a greater daemon in your cabinet! #it's me #warhammer #adeptus astartes #space marine husbandry

[mollyencrypted]

I adopted a Raven Guard from the shelter and he's supposedly free of any conditions, but I feel like something's wrong? He's way more aggressive than the breed is known for, and his colouring is off - his skin, eyes, and hair all look right, but in the light his armour looks more like a dark blue than black, and he's got very sharp teeth (and knows how to use them!)

Does anyone know what's happening with my little guy?

#(the rest of the discord jumped on the bandwagon and it looked like fun!) #space marine husbandry #40k

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

Friendly reminder that, especially when dealing with chaotic breeds, they need to be tamed.

If they sense you're not good or strong enough to care for them, they will try to be in charge and will show clear signs of dominance over you.

I know it can be difficult, but it's for their sake.

Here's a little example.

Don't worry, the baby is fine. No pets were harmed in the making of this video.

#space marine husbandry #Night lords

[kit-williams]

My Little Bonded

@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

also @bispecsual since you seemed to like him

Troc the Defiler... Troc the Despoiler of the Samsan system... Troc... Troc the Failure. He thought bitterly looking down as his hooves splashed water as he roamed through the forest. Troc had been in a haze since his bonded had died upon that alter... new skulls and helmets hung from his hips and his flanks but it all felt so bitter and empty.

No matter how much pain he inflicted on those killers... no matter how much he reared back and snapped limbs with his hooves slamming down... no matter how much his front legs had been covered in gore as the bodies underneath his hooves were turned to paste... no matter what vengeance he did... it would not bring them back.

He snarled as his hoof buffeted a tree till it fell over. He snarled and roared in pained rage! Why would the dark gods abandon them like this?! What plan was THIS!? What plan had them feel such PAIN?! What pleasured delights awaited him to feel such AGONY?! Such agony in his soul! The crevice between his two hearts ACHED!

Mommy! Daddy! A voice carried through the wind and his hand shook as it curled into a fist as wrath flooded his veins. Torc wanted to cause hurt and pain just as he was hurting and in pain. The voice sounded young... he would cause them so much hurt. He felt alive again!

The rain had picked up as he stalked his quarry as his mind caught sight of the small child in the pink raincoat. They stood at the edge of the large sunflower field just crying loudly in that mournful way that little humans cry. He looked at them wickedly as he thought of all the different ways he could leave them to die... would he just crush their little bones under his hooves? Would he snap their limbs in twisted ways as they screamed in agony? His hoof crushed a rotting log in front of him as they turned around with fearful eyes.

Those weeping brown eyes just looking up at him... Torc felt something in him BREAK. He held out his arms as he knelt down and embraced the crying bundle trying to soothe her. His claws not touching her lest he shred the pink little jacket apart as he was able to figure out that she had gone into the sunflower field with her family and they were running around... and when she came out she wasn't where she started. She sniffled loudly as she was tired and cold and wanted to go home... she wanted her mommy and her daddy...

"I am Torc little one." He said half curling around her as he got to his hooves once more trying to keep her somewhat dry.

"Hi Truck!" She said looking up at him with a smile. His hearts fluttered at the gap toothed smile as long gone were the thoughts of cruelty and malice... long gone were the thoughts of joining the monsters that kept taking his bonded away... no now what mattered was the happy voice in his arms telling him how pretty he looked.

And Torc was happy with that.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry #space marine husbandry sentience #tales from the barn #Torc the centaur

[barn-anon]

Another day another group of teens trying their luck to break into the main hub for this city's Space and Chaos Marines. He smirks as he picks up the sound of heavy breathing coming from within a locker. One of the teen thought a locker could truly hide them from him? Cute.

He turns the corner, making sure the teen can hear his footsteps going away. He stops then, waiting, waiting. The locker door creeks open, soft whimpering, sniffling. He waits. Rubber soles hitting concrete floor as the teen takes off running.

Waiting. There's some distance now. Perfect. He starts his hunt then, large hulking armored with red lens. Oh this corridor is his favourite. Footsteps are so much louder, terrified human screams echo so beautifully. Lips curl up. Those Salamanders can complain all they want but so long as the humans remain mostly unharmed, there is little they can do about his methods of making sure these teens don't try to sneak in again.

The teen, a girl, takes a left turn. A dead end. She all but runs into the wall in her panic. He hears her crying as she desperately tries to pry the covering on a wall vent off.

She turns to face him, it's like his whole being just turned to ice the moment his eyes meet hers.

He doesn't know what happened but he finds himself kneeling right before her. Gothic and English mesh together in an incomprehensible string of apologies. She flinches from his armoured hand and something in him fractures. Metal wraps around a much smaller wrist. Breakable, just a little more pressure needed.

No.

He lets go of her. She would probably calm down faster if he wasn't here but he can't just leave her here like this. He has to stay, make sure she's alright, make sure none of the other Space Marines on duty comes by and terrify her into leaving.

He lets out a rough growl, a pitiful attempt at purring for this human teen. His human now. Hmm... he has to practice purring for her.

Tagged: @kit-williams • @egrets-not-regrets • @bleedingichorhearts

#dark grey #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k

[shiyorin]

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Or how about our Luna Wolves, they'll be the perfect household companion, and absolutely won't try to rule over you or your neighbors. No ambition there!

Maybe our Thousand Sons. Rest assured, our boys show no signs of developing magic or psionic beyond their station. No dust to be found here!

Our adoption fees are extremely reasonable for beings of their caliber. We definitely don't use the profits to fund any secret projects, no sir. And you can rest assured our Astartes were ethically sourced from totally legitimate breeding programs with no dubious origins or unintended side effects whatsoever. Every Astartes is guaranteed 100% free of genetic tinkering, cognitive enhancements or secret directives to conquer the stars on our watch. We swear it on our totally normal pet emporium!

So come down today and let Imperium take your friend ownership experiences to the next level! I'm sure you won't live to regret expanding your domestic horizons, nor will the authorities come sniffing around asking unwanted questions. What's the worst that could happen? You'll have a story to tell, that's for sure!

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#space marine husbandry #Big E hired me to write the promo #i will stop now

[im-not-a-owl]

A little info for first-time Night Lords husbandry enthusiasts, just because they are called Chaos Marines does not mean you should put them with other breeds of Chaos Marines. Many Night Lords have a strong annoyance with chaos and chaos-related objects. Not all feel this way about chaos but always check before introducing them to chaos marines.

Ave Dominus Nox

#meme #night lords #ave dominus nox #space marine husbandry #god what have I wrote #wh40crack. #40k

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Behold ...babies.

Smol babies, fuzzy babies, soup stealing lol bastard babies.

Da woyks

They are perfect and flawless and I would kill for them

#ask #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 30k #space marines #adeptus astartes #space marine husbandry

[wolf-tail]

Strong, healthy, and popular, the Ultramarine breed is the most common choice for first time Astartes owners. Well renown for their honor, courage, and striking blue coats, Ultramarines are a very social breed and a perfect family pet. Though easily trained, they function best under a strict, Codex-compliant routine.

As always, a Space Marine should never be alone, and your average Ultramarine needs at least 2 brothers, prefferably of the same breed, to thrive. Small groups tend to appoint a Brother-Seargent to lead and make decisions, while larger packs, known as Companies, operate under the leadership of a Captain.

Warning: Do NOT house with any breeds, even Loyalists, that are averse to Codex-compliant training, especially not Black Templars.

#space marine husbandry #im gonna keep making these posts until it starts a trend #wh40k