𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓼

─═══════「💙」═══════─ ❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴, ⠀⠀⠀𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥...❞ ─═══════「💙」═══════─ ▷ Magnus the Red ⠀▷ Lewd/Cracked Portrayal ⠀⠀▷ Warhammer 40k Universe ⠀⠀⠀▷ Multiverse Permitted

For those who can still see my posts or even pay attention to my account. I've moved to @English___Lion as this account isn't exactly salvageable. Farewell.

「💙」: High-key craving femboys/traps right now, just sayin'. Gimme that boybutt.

❝So you're a living stun gun?❞ She asked, a little interested by what uses she could have for the talking and talking battery.

❝So... What you mean to tell me is... This outfit is more likely to convert people to the Chaos Gods?❞ She tilted her head a little and raised an eyebrow, curious as to what her sorceress was implying.

❝All rather fitting names I suppose...❞ She said as her one single eye looked into his, the other sealed off by her red flesh. She examined the yellow rat closer. ❝Do anything cool or are you just a colourful vermin?❞

❝Hello there, short one.❞ The ten foot tall red giant said with the much smaller individual pinned up against the wall, his feet well off of the ground. She looked at him with a smile before her expression changed to that of curiosity. ❝What are you?❞

That is... A very true statement, no hot water bottles it is.

Cheesy romcoms? Absolutely. But she has a better deal, cuddling with blankets and hot water bottles while watching old school Transformers.

She absolutely can receive such treatment, her lap is available to the mother whenever she needs it.

She made no reply to his statement, her hand continuing to run through his hair, rubbing the top of his head with her palm as her fingers drove through the forest of blonde. ❝Hmmh... You know, you'd be able to dig trenches faster on a full nights rest...❞

And so, her hand removed his helmet and set it down before her fingers ran through his hair, gently playing with it. ❝Hhm...❞

❝Its not like you have much choice in the matter anyway...❞ She said before with a grunt, she took a seat in a shaded area, patting her lap. ❝Come. Rest your head.❞

She provided his face covering back before her eye peered around, then back towards the guardsman. ❝Perhaps some rest will iron out those instincts...❞

She stands up right and turns her body towards him, she stares for but a few more moments before she squatted down to his height. Her hands do away with his face covering and her soft gaze meets his, attempting to see if the poor guardsman had slept or not. ❝Hmmh...❞

Magnus is the kind of person to put one's head between or upon her thighs and play with their hair till they fall asleep, maybe even reading fairy tales or wonderful stories to put them to sleep. Do what you will with that information.

She freezes in place, as if frozen in time by the simple touch of her plump rump, before eventually her head turned to peer over her shoulder at the guardsman... She stares and stares before speaking in low and threatening tone. ❝What... do you think... you're doing...?❞

「💙」: 👀👀👀

POV: Adeptus Mechanicus circa M41

Well, what can she say? The Flesh Change did more than strip her of her eye, and it shows. Though she's found her motherly aura to be rather handy when it comes to morale.

She still seemed amused as she stared and snickered at the woman's poor attempts at intimidation. ❝A child? Please, I don't even come close to the age of a child... The total sum of every child in an orphanage wouldn't even come close to my age.❞