Wouldn't think so. Not even the orks want to be around theirs, why would else want to be with theirs?

Not that I know of, though I haven't read a whole lot of the short stories in White Dwarf


and I couldn't remember anything in the novels I read

What about other Psykers?

Psykers act like people we put in mental asylums these days, so I don't know if anyone would want to be around them much.
I know this because I'm shizophenic and the daemons under my bed are real.

Hot Psyker on Psyker action.

Well, there was that one story about the Culexus who fell in love with the Callidus..

>>3387813
Just imagine if they suffered Perils of the Warp.

>>3387807
you too? maybe we should get together and compare demons.

>>3387825
>>3387813

DRAW THIS

>>3387829
You'll have to come over cos the floor might eat me if I step off my bed.

wasn't there a story of a psyker that manipulated a guardsman's affection for her so he'd save her?

>>3387852
fuck you, I'm not steeping outside my safety shield.

We should request chink when he gets back, he'd draw it.

>>3387825
Sexy perils?

>>3387884
I have no idea, honestly. I'm thinking that Slaanesh would be involved though.

>>3387903
That may be over doing it, but some perils can for example, make this icey, or levitate or make minds switch. That could be different.


Of course there is also a peril that summons a lesser daemon. Which could indeed be a daemonette.

>>3387918

Or Nurgle.

>>3387825
I'd imagine that two psykers having sex and suffering peril of the warp would have their souls ripped out as they orgasm.

Someone has to have a fetish for that aura.

>>3387930
>soul-shattering orgasm

FUND IT!

Jurgen wouldn't mind, but the psyker probably would.

Well if someone knocks up a psyker we could find out if being a psyker is genetic. Of course, who the fuck know the consequences of being inside a psyker for nine months, that baby could be scary as hell.

Telekinetic fun!

>>3387762

more boone

>>3387951
I had an adept in DH that was trying to figure that out, and anything else related to psykers. Had a fixation with psykers

>>3387762
Ciaphas Cain novel where the tyranids invade the planet with big platforms

Amberly's Psycher and the former commisar had a thing for eachother

also Soric was well respected even after he started to do the psycher thing

No story I've read has a psyker having a relationship with anyone. Lilith flirts with Gaunt, but that comes across as her unique approach to her job, he also keeps her at arms length even though she is meant to be both smart and attractive.

To me this shows that psykers just have some sort of horrible aura.

With pariahs and culexuses (culexi?) being the gold standard in unpleasant company people often forget that psykers are spooky to be around too.

Wasn't Eseinhorn (spelling?) a psyker that had a blank girlfriend? That's dedication. Staying with a women that just being around causes you physical and mental pain.

>>3387965

She has a name? She's always been psyker chan in these parts.

>>3387992

yeah she has a name, shes one of Mr Culexus' creations. named Boone, she's rather gay for her Commissar.

>>3387990

It is also easier to keep you from turning to a host for Slaanesh since the unapproachable aura is like a condom for daemon outbreak.

>>3388023
Isn't it more like one of those rapex things? yes you get protected from impregnating the girl (daemonic possession) but you still feel like you're gonna die (the effect a blank has on a psyker).

ravenor used to sex up a leggy warrior woman before he had a rather unfortunate incident that left him worse off than stephen hawking, and ravenor was balls to the walls psyker, and i think eisonhorn had a thing for a certain blank, but couldn't pursue due to her blankness.

In inquisition war the main character who's a psyker gets it on a few times with a callidus

>Has there ever been a story where someone gets it on with a psyker or even falls in love with them?

Yes.

>>3388050

"You are mine, you were promised to me by the grand four" Her voice sounded like she wasn't exactly the one speaking it, though truth be told when an Astropath goes renegade you shouldn't expect them to go all rational do you?

I didn't know whether to curse my luck or praise it. There I was cut off from my buddies and in the Astropath's chamber. Turns out she was in on our invasion, and that no reinforcements were coming to save the planet, and while she did look cute enough in spite of all the metal cords dangling out of her skull and those dead glowing eyes, the sight of a twitching, babbling, NAKED psyker always meant trouble.

Next thing I know though, she's babbling words that made my ears hurt, and dry humping my uniform so hard that the caked blood was flaking off onto her.

So I'm trying to be a gentleman, which when you're a traitor guardsman is kind of like a Space Marine trying to be an adept in the Administratum. My protests got yelled over (not that she was really listening anyway), and she slammed me up against the wall quick-smart.

"You and me" she panted in my ear, before biting the lobe clean off so fast I didn't even have time to feel it coming, "We're going to blot out the stars"

I guess my pain induced yelling got her going a bit, cause I became dimly aware of a draft where my pants used to be, and extremely aware of her tongue going crazy spastic in my mouth.

>>3388130
So I figure I better just close my eyes and go with it. The kiss wasn't so bad, it helped me ignore her nails carving runes into my body, and I remember relaxing a little. This wasn't any worse than what I'd been through before with that Sister of Khorne y'know? She was pretty good at kissing for someone who spent most of their time sending telegrams across the warp.

Well, I was so into it I didn't even hear the sound of ripping flesh, or of the wailing of the damned over the sounds of wet tongue action.

I did hear the wall cave in though, and the kiss broke up at the interruption. Still somewhat confused and fuzzy, I focused on who had entered first, and saw ol' Khârn the Betrayer standing there with a hand over his mouth-plate grill, weapons on the floor as he tried to compose himself for some reason.

I turned back, and found that my horny little astropath had turned into a minor gateway to chaos, and that I'd been swapping spit with a Bloodletter for warp knows how long.

And sure enough, with the ruse up the blasted thing ducked back into the hanging rend in the fabric of space to leave me with no pants and Khârn rolling around on the floor at my feet gasping for breath.

It only got worse from there when the rest of the regiment caught up and saw us.

"Well that explains a lot" I heard one of my fellows remark.

I've had better days, anyway.

>>3388157
Oh Kharn, what a guy.

Desert Raiders has a love story in it with a psyker female and a human male in it. Tallarn IG with 'nids comming for a visit. Written by Lucien Soulban from the Black Libary collection. Fun read. http://www.blacklibrary.com/product.asp?prod=60100181055&type=Book

>>3388115
You should write more. Are we gonna get more DH stories out of you?

“-- It was after Thraxil that I was thrown in with this lot. My entire regiment died, thanks to that stupid knuckhead Colonel Losalamal. Commissar Raege shot him herself, considering that our own Commissar had been killed in the midst of the Ork wave.
She must have seen something in me, that Raege. She must have seen something in me as I stood dumbfounded amongst the huddled corpses of my fellows, because she asked me to join into her unit.
I think it was probably a last-second decision. I doubted anyone would bother to come pick up just me, and she must have known that they wouldn’t. I may as well have been dead, for all the top brass cared.
Which is how I ended up here.
Real peculiar bunch, brought up from all over the place. It ranges from Cadian Kasrkin to Vostroyan tank drivers, to me, a Wrellan Infantryman.
I’m told that the group was formed from the ruined scraps of other regiments. Throne, I’d never even heard of such a thing up until I joined.
When I asked if this was even allowed by the Munitorum, I was told simply
‘That someone very powerful had willed it so.’ I didn’t dare ask any further.--”

The white-haired abomination stood motionless, still staring down at the journal, smiling like a Warp-wretch. Its expression never changed. The wiry thing couldn’t even change its expression.
The man in the bed, at the edge of which the journal book lay, stirred. With a groan, he opened his eyes. The sergeant didn’t want the room’s lights off, claiming that they needed to be able to see were anything to happen. The Wrellan’s dreary eyes, yet unused to the light blurred the world to him, and all he could make out initially was the figure over his bed, tall and thin in silhouette.
He Hello llo.
The voice, cracked and echoing, didn’t even sound like it had come from within the room.
Slowly his vision returned to him, and he saw just what it was that hovered over him:
A pair of red, prosthetic eyes, surrounded by scar-tissue. An overdrawn smile, as if it belonged to a daemon. Almost pink flesh, and a figure so thin it bordered on unhealthy.
To the Wrellan, it was…
It was…
It was absolutely adorable.
“H… Hello.” He rasped. Still tired, he winced, trying to keep his eyes open, but despite all his efforts, he fell back to sleep.
Having helped lull the guardsman back to sleep, Jonquil Lancaster slowly turned away from the center of her interest, and slipped out of the troop quarters.

>>3388157
>>3388130
I suspect Eldrad was somehow involved.

Sipping from her morning mug of caff, Commissar Conrad F. Raege reviewed the papers she held. Detailing a requisition of soldiers, they were stamped with the inquisitorial rosette of the Ordo Xenos, a symbol which would have struck just about any normal man with fear. Then again, the Commissar wasn’t normal, nor was she a man.
Raege put her mug down, and then looked over to the hooded figure sitting at the other end of the room.
“So?” She asked. The hooded one did not respond. She waited a few moments, and then spoke again. “Inquisitor.”
Another minute passed, then a loud snore came from the hooded man. Raege finally lost her patience. Taking her caff mug in hand, she got up from her desk, and stepped over to his seat. She held the mug out over the hood, and slowly tipped it over, pouring the still-hot contents over the man. He jolted awake, lifting up his head so fast he hit it against the wall behind him. He began to chuckle, shaking his dampened head. “Ah, Reage, my dear. You certainly know how to wake a man.” He said, cheerfully, as though used to such treatment. The Commissar could be so blunt and crude about things, he knew this. That was why he chose her to lead his task force. If he didn’t like her so much, he’d have her burned for such acts against an Inquisitor.

Indeed, it wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened, either.
“You must forgive me, though. I haven’t had any sleep in the past two days.” He said, wiping away the dark liquid from his face. He shook out his hood, then placed it back over his head.
“That’s what it takes to get you up, though.” Raege said flatly, returning to her desk. “So… Care to explain this?” She asked, waving the paperwork around.
“Ah, yes.” The Inquisitor began, repositioning himself in his seat. “Well… It’s what it looks like.”
“It looks like a request for men.” Raege announced.
“And so it is.” The Inquisitor answered cheerfully, smiling under his hood. Raege stared hard at him.
“Why go to all the trouble of filling this out?” Raege asked, crossing her arms. “They’re all your men. You can do as you please with them. You could just pluck them out of their quarters, without letting me know, leaving us believing our men are being taken by the Warp, or… Or something.”
The Inquisitor chuckled again.

>>3388422

Yeah, I plan on doing a writeup at the end of every campaign arc.

Should be done with the current one in a week or two. Managed to rescue most of the hostages this time, but the little girl was on a shuttle that got shot down. She's bleeding badly, we're pinned down by 60 mercs with Specter assault rifles and various heavy weapons, and the only one of us with any medicae is the savage world guardsman who thinks she's a witch.

“Raege, you’d know full-well it was me, were I to ever do that.” He said. “I’m not likely to, anyway. Even I might like to do things as per routine, every so-often.”
Raege sighed, and sat back in her seat. “Okay.” She said. “Who all do you want to take?”
“Well…” The Inquisitor stood up from his seat, and began to walk around the room. The entire office was decorated with very few memoranda, as Raege seemed to prefer to travel lightly. He stopped at one framed pictograph, depicting Raege with a group of people. Other Commissars, judging from their clothing. “I’d like you to give me that one Krieg girl. What was her name? Angela, yes? I’d also like to bring Rolm, he was useful last time…” He looked back to the holopict. “Who’s this fellow in the red, there? Has a little yellow circle on his officer’s cap, with an angry caricature on it…”
“That was one of my students.” Raege answered.
“Really?” The Inquisitor looked back to Raege. “He looks quite old! What was his name?”
“Fuklaw.” Raege answered. “That holo is from when my peers and I met at the Alyer Dedication last year. It’s… Difficult to explain his appearance.”
“Hm.” The Inquisitor wandered away from the pictograph, nodding as he went. “Anyway, I am told that you brought a Wrellan into the fold after that last incursion...”
“Yes…” Raege began tapping her finger on her desk. “His name was Kailig, if I remember correctly.”
“I see…” The Inquisitor turned away from Raege. “Yes… I’d like him to come along as well.”
“He just joined, and you’re already putting him in danger?”

>>3388682
sounds pretty full on.

“That’s how it is.” The Inquisitor shrugged. “If he can survive an Ork horde whereas the rest of his fellows died, then I’m certain he can live through what I have in store for him.” He began to move to the door. It parted open for him, and just as he stepped through, he looked back in at Raege. “Ah yes, and, I’d like them all gathered at my ship this evening.” With that, Inquisitor Tobias Levy left.
Stressed, Raege rubbed at her eyelids. A light whimper came from outside the still-open door, and Raege, not even bothering to look up, spoke. “You can come out now, Boone.”
A small woman appeared from behind the cover of the wall. Dressed in the signature-clothing of a sanctioned Imperial psyker, she lacked the intimidating air most others held. She did, however, sport an eye-catching bosom.
“I… I can’t stand him.” Alice Boone announced in a nervous tone, adjusting her Psychic Hood. “He’s really creepy.”
“I know, I know...” Raege sighed, nodding her head in agreement. “So? What’d you want?”
“Umm… It’s about time for breakfast.” Boone said, pointing back the way she had come. “Today’s special is Moorkian Sushi. I just thought you might, like, want to go get some?” She asked. She had settled down by this point, and was even smiling at her Commissar.
“… Sure.” Raege said, getting up. “Yeah, sure. Come, let’s go get some food.”

>>3387762
I would definitely a psyker, any way she wanted.

>>3388578
>>3388598
>>3388615
>>3388673
>>3388695
>>3388713
this is awesome, eagerly awaiting more

Breakfast was the last thing on Kailig Morlan’s mind. In fact, it didn’t register at all.
All that he was thinking about that morning, was the woman that he had awoke to see earlier that morning. Those big, round, augmetic eyes, the long, white hair, the pink skin… Just thinking about her made him feel warm.
“Um… Hey, buddy?”
Kailig snapped his attention to the woman who’d just addressed him. A woman in the dress uniform of a Cadian Kasrkin officer, with a bottle of rotgut in her hand, stood over him, staring.
“Huh?” Kailig stared back.
“This is the Commissar’s usual haunt.” The Cadian explained, nodding towards the table. “If you don’t have any business with her, and if you don’t want to bother her, I suggest you find some place else to sit.”
Kailig looked turned his head in the direction of the food line. The Commissar was indeed coming in to sit down, with another woman beside her.
“Ah. Thank you for the warning.” Kailig said, standing up, and quickly scurried off, embarrassed by the mistake.

>>3388703

Don't worry, it'll be ok.

At least that's what I keep telling her. I'm glad my best skill is bluff.

“What was that about?” Raege asked as she sat down at the round cafeterium table.
“Eh, the new guy sat down in the wrong place.” Major Zune Lockwood answered, sitting down beside Raege. Boone took her place at the opposite side of the Commissar.
“Hm.” Raege nodded solemnly. “Inquisitor Levy paid a visit earlier.”
“Did he?”
“He was asking for guardsmen to help him with another of his investigations.”
“You didn’t sign me up for it, did you?”
“No, no.”
“Ah, good, then.” Lockwood took a swig from the bottle of alcohol, and then quickly choked on the contents. “This crap is terrible. Did they change brews?” Raege shrugged.
“That guy just now, he’s from the Thraxil disaster.”
“He’s the one?”
“Yeah. Levy recruited him for another of those suicide missions he sends the troops on.” Raege said, looking down at her food. “Along with Angela and Rolm.”
“Well, I’m not at all worried about Angela and Rolm…” Lockwood set the rotgut bottle down with a loud CLINK. “But that kid looks and acts very green.”
“Wasn’t that the first time you two had spoken?”
“Yeah, but you can figure out a lot about a person with just a few minutes-worth of interaction. He acted really nervous. His mind was in other places. Throne, the kid even ran off like a mouse.”

“Actually, you’re spot-on.” Raege spoke again. “I requested his personnel file from the Munitorum offices. He was a draftee from the twelfth Guard founding on Wrell. He’d just been shipped out of basic when they called his regiment in for the conquest.”
“Then he’s probably not going to survive long, not on one of the Inquisitor’s jobs. Oh man, Rolm still says he gets nightmares after the last time he ‘volunteered’ for one of those little debacles.”
Raege ended it there, digging into her food. She decided it was best not to dwell on it any longer. The Wrellan would die most likely, and there was nothing she could do.
Then again, that was what she hated most about it.

Morlan found it easy to forget he was aboard a ship, when he was in the bunks. In the hallways of the old transport ship, one could hear the engines rumble, loudly in some places. The walls of the Ave Maria’s troop quarters had been soundproofed, which was certainly more than could be said of the fleet carrier that had taken his regiment to Thraxil...
The fleet carrier that had taken them to their certain demise.
He tried not to dwell on it. The shock that he was the only one left bothered him, when he wasn’t thinking about that girl. It had only been a few days since he’d been picked up, he knew this sort of trauma would take a little time to work itself out.
The girl… His mind drifted back to her.

I'm betting he goes all berserker

His father had been a veteran from the Tenth Imperial Guard Founding. On the day before he was to be sent off for training, five months ago, he’d looked at his son, tears welling in his eyes, and said, “My boy, whatever you do in the Guard, don’t fall in love.” He had told Kailig the story of how he’d fallen for a girl in his platoon, before he’d met the boy’s mother. The couple’s feelings had been sincere, and once their rotation was done, they had planned to marry. She’d made him a scarf as a gift, an object he’d continued to carry as a memento. On Sal Savamor, she died in his hands, the victim of a plasma weapon. Kailig’s father had passed the scarf on to him, citing that it would bring him luck.
I I I’m sorry to h h hear about your father’s loss loss.
Kailig spun around, and was met by a set of teeth.
He jumped back, startled, and landed on his buttocks.
Having been hanging suspended upside-down, Jonquil Lancaster let go of the cable-casings she’d held onto in order to suspend herself, landing with ease on the deck floor.
“It’s… You.” Kailig gasped. “You’re… Psychic?” He asked, getting back to his feet.
Yes yes. Lancaster nodded. I I’m sorry ry if I I startled YOU THIS morning.
“It’s fine.” The Wrellan breathed. “I’m, uh… I’m Kailig Morlan, formerly of the Wrellan 27th Infantry Regiment.”
I know know.
“You… Read that to?”
Yes.
Kailig gulped. She was reading his mind! This could get embarassing.
I shouldn’t be prying in in, BUT I COULD’NT help overhearing your recollection earlier. I won’t do it again.
“It’s fine, understandable.” At least, he thought it was understandable.
Lancaster turned unexpectedly, and began to walk down the hallway to the left.
“Ah! Wait!” Kailig called after her. “What was your name? You never told me.”
Jonquil. Lancaster sent, plainly. People call me Cuddles.
“Nice to meet you… Jonquil.” Kailig whispered, following after her.

Kailig continued to follow after Lancaster for a good while down through the halls. He would constantly stop when he thought she’d turn back to shoo him off, but then would quickly catch up again. She didn’t really seem to mind him, though.
At one point, as the two passed down into a darker corridor of the ship’s passageways, the number of ceiling cables seemed to double. Lancaster spoke again.
Y you’re quite the writer writer.
“Huh?” The Wrellan, having been staring at the ceiling, looked back at the spidery woman. “Oh, thank you. I wanted to write, back on Wrell.” In fact, a large portion of his studies at scholam had been devoted to mastering literal High Gothic. He had been top of his class, and had received a recommendation to join the Scholae Scripticus, the most-esteemed writing institution on Wrell. Its students’ works held influence across the sector. Of course, that was now out of the question.
As they progressed further, Jonquil didn’t speak at all. Kailig began to feel weak. He was overcome by a horrible dread, a profound feeling that threatened to bring him to his knees. It only worsened the further they went.
It finally got to the point that Morlan was nearly sick to his stomach with misery. Lancaster stopped finally at a door, and looked back at Kailig. She waved, then she opened the door, and stepped through.
Immediately, Kailig Morlan bolted down the way he had come.

>>3387771
What? Orks love being around Weirdboyz!
Always good fer a laff when 'is 'ead explodes!

Returning to the normally-lighted hallways, the Wrellan nearly collided with Commissar Raege, much to his horror. Morlan stepped back a bit, panting, then saluted his commander. He was sweating profusely, he realized, as a result of his experience. Not at all a state one wished to meet their Commissar in.
“At ease.” Raege said with a gesture of her hand. She looked down the hallway Kailig had come up from. “I’m guessing Lancaster went down there?”
“Who? Oh, you mean, er… Cuddles?” Kailig nervously looked from Raege to the hall. “Yeah, yeah, she went down there.”
Raege breathed heavily, took her cap off, and ran a hand over her black hair. “Fik, Jonquil. I keep telling you to inform someone if you’re going to visit her…” She rubbed at her eyelids, then put her cap back on. “Alright. I suggest you don’t go down there anymore.”
“What’s down there?”
“Don’t ask. It’s not a very pleasant thing to know.”
”Oh. Right.”
Raege stared at the Wrellan for a good half-minute. The poor kid was going to die, that was certain. That fact rested badly with her.
Kailig coughed. Raege snapped back to focus.
“Listen, your name is Kailig, yes? Kailig Morlan?”
”Yes ma’am. I mean, Sir.”
“Good. Go back to your bunk and pack your things.”
“May I ask why, Sir?”
“You’re being sent on a mission.”

At 1800 hours, the Cadian Rolm Freuden, the Kriegwoman Angela Neuehoff, and the Wrellan Kailig Morlan were all gathered at the Ave Maria’s craft bay 23.
Taking up a portion of the space was a modified Aquila Lander, its hull painted jet black. Its carrier bay had been extended. The jet engines had been removed and replaced with a pair of star fighter thrusters. Twin-linked plasma cannons were mounted in place of the main gun, and in addition, a lascannon had been mounted on the exterior of the extended bubble canopy. A pair of heavy bolters was attached to the stabilizer wings. The craft wasn’t originally intended to do battle with much of anything, but whoever had made it into this beast was very concerned about firepower.
On the sides of the main hull, on both wings, and on the tail fin, was the symbol of the Inquisition, made of gold.
Kailig gulped.
He looked to the others. Rolm, dressed in his standard uniform and body armor, was bald and melancholy in expression. Angela, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, was in her Death Korps uniform, the black body glove, black leather boots, black hand leather gauntlets, and black overcoat, which judging from how tightly it pressed against her breasts, was intended for men.
Commissar Raege was also there, further back towards the rear of the hangar.
The passenger bay door of the Aquila rose into the sealed body. Out stepped Inquisitor Tobias Levy, yawning and ungraceful in his step. He’d left his cloak in the passenger bay, allowing his facial features to be seen. The shoulders and collar of his coat seemed to be stained brown. He looked to the guardsmen that had been brought to him, and smiled.

>>3388870
Its not funny when the boyz' heads explode.

“Hello, my friends.” He said, looking as cheerful as ever. “Good to see you, Rolm. As it is you, Angela. And…” He turned his head to Kailig. “It’s a pleasure to meet you at last, Kailig Morlan. I am Tobias Levy, Inquisitor of the Ordo Xenos. You, as well as all the others in Raege’s unit, are my servants.”
Someone very powerful, Kailig’s thoughts echoed his journal entry. He had no idea that it would be an Inquisitor to have organized this entire thing.
“I have need of you three, to help me dispose of the threat of a band of heretics -- a cult, if you will -- and it is for this reason you are all here.” Levy explained. “I’ll explain the rest on the way. Come along, into the lander, please.” The guardsmen did as told.
Kailig was the last to get aboard, and as he did so, he looked back to Raege. Behind her, stood Jonquil Lancaster, ever-smiling. She began to wave to him, and he waved back, quickly, before the bay door shut, obstructing his view.
The Aquila’s engines ignited. It began to hover off the floor of the hangar. The passenger bay rose into the hull of the craft, as did the landing legs. It turned itself around, slowly, then the thrusters came to life, and it slipped out through the containment field of the hangar, off to the Inquisitor’s personal cruiser.
Raege turned to Lancaster, then. She had been aware of the psyker’s presence, for the girl gave off an eerie sensation, almost comparable to that of an untouchable. None had ever brought her love, in part because of her looks, and in part because of that feeling.
“I must ask, Quill…” She looked up at those augmetic eyes. They weren’t focused on her, but rather, they looked out to the void beyond the containment field. “How did you think of him?”
Lancaster did not respond. She simply turned around, and left the hangar.
Raege sighed, adjusted her cap, and then followed after.

It was eight months later, as Raege prepared to deploy in assistance of a crusade force combating Orks in the Menire System, that the Inquisitor’s personal cruiser appeared again.
He came back aboard, dropping off Angela and Rolm, both of whom bore minor injuries, but there was no sign of Kailig.
“I’m sorry, Commissar,” Levy said, standing before Raege in her office. “But the Wrellan was killed in battle with the leader of the cult, Intar Nolieve.”
“Was he of any use?” Raege asked.
“Indeed.” Levy nodded. “He killed Nolieve, but he had been poisoned by some venomous weapon the heretic had wielded.”
“… I see.”
“He asked that we not bring back his body. He wanted to be burned over his home world.”
“Then I’m guessing that’s been done already?”
“Yes.” Levy nodded. “We had him cremated by reentry into Wrell’s atmosphere. We would have arrived sooner, but I decided it was befitting to grant his final request. His relatives were allowed to attend.”
“Very well.” Raege turned her chair around.
“There was… Something else he asked of us.”
“Hm?” Raege turned back to the inquisitor.
“He wanted these,” Levy pulled out a long, deep red piece of cloth, and an unmarked book. “To be given to Lancaster.”
“What are they?” Raege asked, leaning over her desk to gather up the objects. She realized the cloth was meant to be a scarf, and at one end of the cloth, the letter “M” was stitched in gold silk into the fabric.

Levy shrugged. “Personal effects, I suppose. I’ll be leaving now, I trust you’ll get those to her.”
“Yes, I will.” Raege nodded to the inquisitor as he left. She opened up the book, then: Each page was filled with unrecognizable poetry, short stories, and various other writings, each page hand-written.
One stanza of poetry caught Raege’s eye in particular. It was towards the back of the book, one of the last things written in it:
“Her eyes, red and expressionless,
Her smile, wide and sharp,
Her hair, long and white,
She is a creature that instills me with fear,
For even her aura fills us with dread,
Yet I cannot forsake her.
And so I take this quill, and it pricks my heart.
And as it bleeds, I realize:
I’ve found the love my father spoke of.”

Jonquil Lancaster spent days in seclusion, reading that book, a collection of the late Kailig Morlan’s works, his magnum opus. All the while, she had draped the red scarf around her neck.
She closed the book, hung the scarf up, then exited.
Raege was waiting for her in the hall.
“Ready to go, Jonquil?” The Commissar asked. Lancaster nodded.
He e was was a friend. Jonquil said, suddenly. A very kind friend friend friend, in the little time that I knew him him, a answering your question from before before. I I would have liked to have known him better better.
Raege adjusted her cap, then looked back to the corridor, and began to walk. Jonquil followed after.
The two walked down the hall, heading for the transport crafts.
Thus, life went on, unabated.

>>3388977
BAAWWWW

awesome though

Damn.

man, Morlan was a pussy.

>>3388977
little bitch tears ;_;

writefag talks about breasts a lot.

ok officially

-Ravenor was scoring some before he got Hawking'd
-Scourge the Heretic had a psyker and an inquisitor (both psychic) who'd had a relationship in the past
-That one in the cain book with the 'nids

>>3389009
Agreed 100%. Morlan is totally gay.

Some psykers are actually pretty hot. A lot of them are screamers too.

>>3389093
Poetry? Scarves?!
We're talking about military women here.

>>3388843

>>I I’m sorry ry if I I startled YOU THIS morning.

wtf is with the way this psyker talks?

>>3389243
There's her talking and the psychic echo after that.

>>3389117
Poetry? Scarves?!!
I liek.

>>3389288
the idea of a monstrous warp spawn liking it is dumb, though.

>>3389279
?

I just wrote 3/4's of a horrible story but need a name for the female psyker in it and am horrid at girl names.

can I has an idea for a name.

>>3389494
Giskard Brightslap

>>3389699
Giskard doesn't go well with the male names, got another, does the sup/tg/ dark heresy gen make names?

>>3389712
Giskard is a male name

>>3389712
No, it doesn't

bumping for awesome

>>3388130
>>3388157
>>3388578
>>3388598
>>3388615
>>3388673
>>3388695
>>3388713
>>3388785
>>3388811
>>3388832
>>3388843
>>3388862
>>3388887
>>3388920
>>3388942
>>3388955
>>3388977

I d'awwwwww

Fitting for a 40K story, it's grimdark without the gayass cliche Hollywood happy ending, yet still have a sense of satisfaction unlike the cliche Hollywood horror ending

>>3388862
>>3388887

That Culexus

I knew it

>>3391028

For a such a short short story, it fits 40K perfectly

Archive? Or at least 1d4chan an entry?

astropath = needy, blind girl

I`d hit it. Perils of the warp is just another turn on.

>>3391031
suddenly that pic with those two sharing a scarf makes more sense

If a psyker was a biomancer they could do stuff like make their boobs bigger right? Hot.

Hot psyker.

WITNESSSS MY BOOOOOOOOOOOOBS

I prefer my girls fucked up

>>3391260

DO WANT

>>3391260

Personaly if I was female and could change my appearance during sex I'd make myself look like the guys grandmother just so I could see the look of horror on his face and hear his screams... but that's just me.

>>3391260
Dark Heresy does state that one of the biomancy discipline powers can be used to drastically alter appearance.

>>3391296
This is my next character.

BAW and bump.

;_;

>>3391266
Hey, she cleans up well!

>>3391333
DOHOHOHO

>>3391296
Wait then should the Yaeger psyker make her mouth normal?

>>3391235
pic related

>>3391444
Is that a psyker standing next to a culexus assassin?

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

>>3391616
naw, a vindie.or at least someone whit the bodysuit and apparel of a vindie.

>>3391671
No, that's definitely a culexus.

>>3391616

She's an eversor without the skull helmet.

Looks like the same one as from this, which is definitely a Culexus.

>>3391444
>>3391616

Cuddles is a masochist I think


She ENJOYS being around a Culexus, if that makes sene

She finds her fascinating and interesting to be around

>>3391616
She's masochistic, so she gets off on the immense pain it causes her.

>>3391898
>>3391901

masochistmind

>>3391901
She looks kinda s&m to me, yeah.

I think this is a pretty good thread, and we've got a short writefag story as well


We just need one more thing to justify this being archivable...

>>3391943
Psyker porn. Somebody go find some.

>>3387965

Raege has the funniest fucking nose

>>3391970
>fucking nose


Well the nose does look like it has an erection, so it makes her face look quite funny

>>3391974

DOHOHOHO

>>3391970
Yeah, that artist makes her look like Jughead. Considering she was created from these modest boards, I for one would like to see Raege drawn by a GOOD artist.

>>3391984

least we got Boone tits

And quite a handful


I can't wait to see Chink's perverted render of Raege when he gets back

>>3392023
I'm hoping he'll be too busy having a field day with ruby.

I don't really think /tg/ needs an more of fagots mary sues than it already has.

>>3392068

Alright

RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW


A list of every Mary Sue /tg/ has spawned

>>3392104
Motherfucking Chikara Marine fucks.

>>3392104


Cultist-chan
Commissar fucking anyone.
Ruby
Noh
Lofn
Liivii
All the Angry Marines
Cata-chan
Eldrad (tg incarnation)
Macha (ditto)
Lil E

And how about that?! They're almost all 40k!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAGS.

>>3392104
Top of the list: That Mary Sue who beat up Khorne, turned him into twin/dual katanascythes or whatever then shoved him into a prettyboyified Nurgle's rectum while she fucked him. Yeah, that was an... interesting series of threads.

>>3392139
Do you know what a Mary Sue is?

Any D&D 4ed character, or any D&D character that uses a template, or is half anything but elf or orc.

>>3392126

We may be responsible for a lot of crap but to my knowledge we had no part in the Chikara Marines (barring taking the absolute piss out of them)

>>3392142

Well she did get what was coming to her in the end. P.S Eldrad's a dick

>>3392139

This list is massive fail

Fuck like this poster said

>>3392142

You missed this one in its entirety.

Fucking Jesus Christ, the term Mary Sue is abused as shit, it's getting to the point that any non-canon character, even the most average and balanced one, is going to be called a Mary Sue

For fuck's sake

>>3392068
>>3392104
>>3392126
>>3392139
>>3392142
>>3392143
>>3392160
>>3392167
>>3392169

GODDAMN IT THIS THREAD WAS GETTING GOOD, ALMOST AWESOME LEVEL, UNTIL THIS SHIT HAPPENED


FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

ITT PEOPE WHO DON'T KNOW WHAT MARY SUE MEANS.

PROTIP: IT DOES NOT MEAN "CHARACTER I DISLIKE".

It's fair to say all commissars are Mary Sues though, If you actually use your brain (that thing that separates your ears, chum)

Lets examine the facts:

K59: Deals with the WORST tortures the inquisition can offer and is still smiling, and cocksure. Ultimate badass.

Gaunt: Slaps an inquisitor and she smiles. Kills a csm with his chainsword. Makes it with the prettiest girl ever. Always wins, is always pardoned for his radical actions

Cain: Hero of the Imperium! gets it on with many women and kicks ass, always witty, well liked by all.

Fuklaw: Unstoppable killing machine. Rides rocket engines, can kick a person in half. Has a sensitive, sympathetic side. Doesn't afraid of anything.

Dan: Crazy and headstrong, always wins, everyone follows his orders, has a "pet" basilisk (jesus)

Raege: Supposedly trained Fuklaw to be a badass. Pours coffee on an inquisitor and he laughs it off. Steals an ork choppa.

This thread needs a win injection.

I'm open to suggestions.

Um, Goto, Abet and that crappy ciapa kain writer should never be taken any more serious than some random scribble on fanfiction.net.

>>3392287

My point is just that every commissar ever is and will always be a mary sue.

where did that comic come from looks nice ^^

>>3392303
Oh, fuck off.

>>3392303
Is nice

Borat, Borat the movie (2007)

In Scourge the Heretic, the Inquisitor and his Sanctioned Psyker are ex lovers. The sex is only implied, but it's implied in such a way that it's blidingly obvious that they got it on.

In inquisitor, Draco (the greatest psyker ever-EVER) gets it on with a callidus assassin (who is the hottest assassin ever that everyone thinks is hot)

>>3392325
The Inquisitor, mind you, is a feeble old telepath who almost gets possessed by a warp-spirit.

This thread had such potential...but we just couldn't seal the deal...

As it stands, it is not worth archiving.

>>3392325

Only because said warp spirit caught him off guard and was able to turn his happiest memories against him. (I.E. Memories of the times he spent with his psyker squeeze before the decided to call off the romance and keep their releationship professional.)

Also, I might a psyker depending on how stable said psyker is. It just would not do to have her sprout tentacles and scything claws mid copulation.

>>3392440

I would any of the psykers in this thread.
To me, cuddles physique would be perfect for girl on top stuff, those long limbs doing all the work.

>>3392279


There, all Mary Sue talk has been PULVERIZED by Doom Guy

Now back to discussion of how a psyker can find love in the grimdark future


Any talk about how the majority of people in the 40K realm don't have sex is unheard of. Granted some get killed BEFORE they have sex, but those who survive gotta get it on constantly, even the Mechanicus and Psykers (cept for Astartes, they love war more than sex)

Even if they don't have sex, they must masturbate constantly to relieve stress

>>3392391

Doom Guy saved the thread

Now let's consider biomancy even more


Surely to God those skilled in that are able to make their metabolisms so damn high that they burn off all the fat in the wrong areas, get rid of any defects in the face, etc etc.

>>3392469
ALRIGHT!! Doom Guy saves the day again!

I hope Boone finds love, at least. I also hope CF becomes a better artist before she does <=(

>>3392512

She has the hots for Raege, but Raege doesn't know anything about sexual stimulation or anything, let alone love

>>3392509
Based on the DH rules of Biomancy, the shaping of flesh is temporary. So any corrected facial flaws would snap back.

It does however allow the psyker the ability to grow wings. Which sounds like heresy, but also sounds like awesome.

>>3392544


Good enough for a one-night stand

>>3392469

Of course, the Emperor needs soldiers.

As for the Mechanicus, I think they give their genetic material to the Magos Biologis who in turn create new forge born children in test tubes.

Now back to the subject at hand. Psykers can find love, it's just very difficult. Most people view psykers with superstitious awe. Imperial Guardsmen often do not like having to work with a psyker. It can happen, but only with singular individuals, often heretics, Inquisitors or both who can see past the superstion and fear that grips most of the Imperium. Still, the life of a psyker is a miserable, lonely existance and most of them never find love.

>>3392469

We all know Mechanicus females use mechadentrites for specific purposes...

>>3387762

ermmm Eisenhorn. But it's kinda difficult though. Eisenhorn falls in love with Bequin. The Problem is that She is an untouchable, and he's a Psyker(ok, a very weak one, but he is a psyker)

>>3392143

>>3392562
Tricking a psyker into a one night stand could be tricky, and even if you did trick them. I wouldn't want a biomancer seeking revenge on me.

Those bitched could seal your ass shut if they wanted.

>>3392535
Wait,so Raege is meant to be a virgin?

>>3392583

Oh yea.

>>3392679

oh no no no no...

You got it backwards my friend


You ARE the biomancer, and disguising yourself as a new sexy face every night and getting it on with every woman...


Sounds like a plan. And she'll NEVER find him

>>3392701

It's not been directly stated, but it would make sense. She was raised as if she was a boy, and pretty much brainwashed from birth not to have any real desire for sex; any canoodling would pretty much blow the facade.

>>3392743

Looks like Boone needs to perform SUM RAPE

>>3392732
and you could customize your business to fit any vagina.

How I see what you're getting at. It's good to be the psyker.

>>3392743

AAH! So that "dude" from that other thread was actually Raege when she was young.

Psykers aren't surrounded by an aura - it's almost impossible to tell a human from a psyker unless they're marked to look like that?

>>3392732

Shape flesh is meant to be more overt and disgusting than that. It's not meant to be as good as polymorphine.

>>3392859
Its usually obvious. Although Lilith shows no signs of sanctioning (Abnett- go figure)

>>3392754
I sent Fagot a request of Raege being lifted into the air psychically by Boon as her panties were pulled of by an invisible force but he refused

>>3392945

>>3387762
A psyker? Why not? I have no idea what horrible aura you're talking about.

What, the screams of the damned? I hear those all the time.

In a Dark Heresy game I'm running, there's a female psyker who constantly laments that she can't hold down a relationship (she's going on 70, and is still a virgin.)

Said psyker kinda has a thing for my character (in a separate campaign in the same timeline, no DMPC faggotry here.) Unfortunately, MY psyker is chem-geld, so nothing's happening.

>>3393174

that's horrible and lulz worthy at the same time

>>3392918
It's usually obvious if they're sanctioned, yes.

I've spoken about Inquisitors and Librarians with no signs of sanctioning before and there are two explanations available for them:
1: Their willpower is so strong that they resisted any effect that sanctioning might have on them.
2: They're special flowers that the writers and artists don't want to look ugly.

There are no canon Inquisitors who show any sign of sanctioning. Heck, the only psykers who show signs of sanctioning are the actual Sanctioned Psyker characters - the standard psykers who aren't anything special.

We all know a psyker can find the g-spot of a woman with ease

>>3393581
Yes. By growing one on her stomach.

>>3393581

What? Press out the entire area of her vagina with telekinesis?

PSykers: the good.

Psykers: the bad.

>>3387762
I didn't bother to read the entire thread, I'm sorry, but it seems no-one has mentioned it anyways.
There was a short story about a navigator and an astropath falling in love, or at least gettin' flirty.

Of course, it ended up with the astropath going mad and crawling on the outside of their ship, but hey, wouldn't be grimdark without a bad ending.

Psykers: the ugly.

>>3393842

this is making me lawl hard, I don't know why

>>3392169

>>3393821
where?

>>3387762
OP.

Deathwing Omnibus

http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Deathwing_(Novel)

Buy it, good source of old 40k lore. Can't remember the name of the story, but it fits your request to a T.

A Soritas did get it on with a Navigator in Daemonifuge, but there was a good chunk of Slaanesh involved...

Is this thread going to be archived?

>>3392945

>>3394069
See >>3395289

>>3395165

it should be, this thread got pretty damn awesome

>>3395496
I just could have used more Boone, but ther's no new art of her.

She gives me a booner, if you know what i mean.

>>3396822
What's the deal wih Chink drawing her and it NOT being porn? Is she too old for him?

>>3392945

Well, I was gonna ad the writeaggotry to 1d4 at the least.

>>3394037
Shit, thanks.

seriously, why is this not archived?

>>3397962
You can archive it.

>>3398018
nah, too lazy

>>3397962
>>3398062

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/3387762/

There, I did it for you. Lazy prick.

its done.

Ha, just as i finish someone archives.

i love you irony you cruel whore

>>3392254
The thread is good, but this guy has a point.

>>3393766
How about the power to kill a Yak?

>>3398198
from 200 yards away? with mind bullets? because that's teleconises kyle

I wanna be facesat by Cuddles. Dunno why exactly, but I think it would be awesome.

>>3398331
There's something about her for sure. Bet she fucks like a weasel

>>3398331
>>3398732

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAGS