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Blood crazed eternities

Line sketch commission for @theevilscribbler

i have a note written in my sketchbook "Marazhai is deffinitly sticking used chewing gum under that sofa"

Sowing terror on the bridge. (I'm sorry Abelard)

Uh-oh, I killed my patron.

——commission still open! (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) more info on my ko-fi♡( ՞ټ՞)

Would you love me if-

Silenced Drukhari. 🪡

Sincano Ingwe, the Shard Dancer Commission for @ DilaraCC1

and for those bad boy lovers out there..

Lined Sketch commisson for @lordcaptains

Tiny RT Casimira von Valancius and her tol drukhari

A really loooooong Xenos.

hey guess who got into Rogue Trader anyway I post more on Bluesky

The first three illustrations I made for "Then There Were Two", a story collaboration with the skilled @theevilscribbler who wrote this wonderful and exciting first chapter~

Go check it out! It has twice the amount of RT and Marzi!

The warp has a strange sense of humour… and when a one in a million set of circumstances occurs beyond the veil, voidship life suddenly becomes a lot more complicated for not one… but TWO Rogue Traders! archiveofourown.org/works/65278753/chapters/167941525

I wanted spoilers </3

Oh! Well then here we go, part 2 of bee's impressions of Marazhai's submissive romance, this time with 100% more spoilers

Under the cut, for those who do not want spoilers

All right, so subMarazhai is, in my humblest of opinions, Marazhai's true form. It's much more satisfying to watch a creature like Marazhai, a Drukhar, so proud and arrogant, the true inheritors of the Aeldari legacy, bend the knee to you, a simple human, a mon-keigh.

At first, and he admits to this in Act 5, the dynamic he creates between you–one of dominance and submission–is a game. One that he fully expects you to bow out of, to think is too twisted and frightening to fully appreciate. After all, you're a simple human and you could never understand the depth of emotion that Drukhari are capable of. But....you do.

Over the course of the romance, he tests you multiple times. He pushes at the boundaries of that dynamic that he creates (and demands!) and is disappointed if you don't remain rigid in your role. If you dominate him, then do so consistently! Bully him, tell him to shut his mouth and do as you say, call him your pet xenos. He loves it and will absolutely obey you.

I also think it should be noted that even despite his supposed desire to submit to their dominance, subMarazhai retains physical dominance over the Rogue Trader. He is bigger and stronger than they are, he looms over them and grabs their chin, digs his clawed gauntlets into their skin–if you don't mind me saying so, it's incredibly erotic and thrilling, he knows exactly what he's doing. He tells you that he can literally sense your craving when you approach him for "alone time," and it's true. With the same senses that he uses to feed on pain, he feels the Rogue Trader's desire for him, and he uses that to his advantage. You can't lie to him, not about that ;)

(I could also talk about the fact that while I think that Marazhai is absolutely a submissive, he is a Top through and through, but that's an opinion that many seem to disagree with 😅)

I've talked to people irl about this before, but after reading the Path of the Dark Eldar books by Andy Chambers (HUGELY recommended if you like Drukhari in general, holy shit, they're so good) I like the idea that Marazhai is making the dominance/submission, owner/owned dynamic up as he goes along. Drukhari society is truly not so rigid, roles are constantly shifting and changing. After all, Asdrubael Vect was only a slave before he became the great tyrant of Commorragh. The dynamic that Marazhai creates is one that HE desires, he wants consistency, something that he cannot expect out of Commorragh. Honestly, I think it's rather cute.

Anyway, by the end of the romance, if you're consistent in your "role", he confesses to you that he didn't expect you to understand what he wanted, to understand the "true Aeldari soul," but that he is pleasantly surprised that you did. He tells you that the way he feels at your side is unlike anything he's ever felt, that every raid and feast before you pales in comparison to what it's like WITH you.

Threaten to break up with him after he tells you this. Just do it, trust me, it's so worth it, Will de Renzy-Martin's performance in the last romance scene is fantastic and what you see of him in that moment, his fear and desperation is just. Mwah. Chef's kiss.

Speaking of kisses, make sure you kiss him after your first feast. He says he doesn't like it, but don't let him fool you, he just feels like you're not playing the "game" right. This comes up a lot, especially when you bring up decidedly human notions–he gets pouty and tells you that this is "different," implying that your relationship is something better, more enlightened. Make no mistake, this is love, just Drukhari-flavored.

Under all the blood and gore, the relationship between the Rogue Trader and subMarazhai is incredibly sweet and a delightful twist of Drukhari behavior. He would never say it, of course, but by the end of the romance, it is incredibly obvious that he loves the Rogue Trader and would do anything for them.

So, uh, yeah. This was incredibly rambly, and I'd love to write more, but these are a few of the thoughts that regularly rattle around in my head regarding his romance. I hope this was closer to what you were looking for!

modern AU

The look in his eyes subtly begged. Glistening with the distinct shimmer of hopeless expectation as he watches the Eldar's form emerge like a daemon from between the front seats.

links to the story are in the discord

yuri-fies your marazhai and rogue trader (uncensored on my bskyy)

Chaotic Evils: *actively flirting*

😒x😏

the first time ada and marazhai dine together...... <3

'Come, my little pet. The recent incursion among your subjects has filled my territory with fresh meat. I've set aside the ringleaders and am eager to indulge. You will join me.'

Ada stared up at Marazhai, collecting herself as she processed the sudden intrusion on her hitherto quiet evening. The only thing more surprising than the Drukhari's arrival was his unusually affable demeanour. After a beat she pulled the fork from her mouth.

'Right now?' she asked, her mouth still full of the braised grox that had been brought for her supper. She was reluctant to leave it almost completely untouched on its bed of honey-glazed carrots and leeks drenched in sauce made from some cheese whose name she couldn't pronounce, but apparently one bite was worth more than a noblewoman's dowry.

Marazhai's gaze narrowed, but the tilt of his head and the lingering spark in his eyes, told her that he wasn't actually irritated, at least not yet. 'You have something better to do with your time?'

She made a show of giving the question some thought as she chewed. The delicately seasoned meat melted against her tongue and she savoured the tenderness a little longer than necessary before she finally swallowed it down, answering him before the humour in his expression began to wane.

'Can I finish up here first?'

The dark eyes narrowed further, his lip curling in a show of playful disdain with which she was now intimately familiar.

'You would delay our pleasure for such paltry indulgences as these?' he scoffed, leaning over the small table and gesturing at the food set out between them. Such scorn roused her irritation. Before assuming the title of Rogue Trader, Ada could only have dreamed of enjoying such a meal.

'Wouldn't you rather I was well fed and energised for our feast?' she asked, pointedly spearing another mouthful of meat. She brought the heavily laden fork to her lips, her eyes trained on his, only to have Marazhai reach across the table with the speed of a hunting serpent, capturing her hand between his armour-clad fingers. She frowned, and tried to pull her hand away, which only made his smile curve higher and his grip tighten. Defiant, she leaned forward to try and eat the mouthful. In response, he pulled it just beyond her reach... and then further...

'Wait! Don't you da- '

Too late. The meat, dripping with jus, disappeared behind sharp teeth and pale lips, and when he released her hand the silver prongs came away bare. She stared at them in silence. It took her several moments to settle herself as she wrestled with old memories of having scraps of mouldy bread snatched from her fingers, or her cup of rancid bone broth kicked and spilled across the floor before she'd even taken one sip. No doubt he savoured the emotions those recollections conjured even more than...

Her anger deflated at that realisation, and at the smug look he cast her way. Bastard... of course that was his intent.

'Let me guess...' she said as he swallowed. 'It doesn't compare to the screaming agony of your victims?'

He chuckled, the sound warm and satisfied. 'Of course not. But for mon-keigh fare... I at least have the satisfaction of knowing my pet is adequately cared for.'

Void, he was effortlessly insufferable. But Ada could feel her own smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, though she fought valiantly to hold it back.

'High praise indeed,' she retorted. And then, in a moment of brazen forwardness that she would later put down to the half-empty glass of dammassine sitting by her plate: 'Does that mean you won't be too insulted if I invite you to join me?'

Insulted? No, that was certainly not the reaction she saw briefly rush behind his eyes before he carefully covered it over. But could it really have been genuine surprise?

'I suppose. Since I have nothing better to do with my time...'

Ada did a far less commendable job of hiding her own astonishment as he slipped with easy grace into the seat opposite her. She watched as he picked up her crystal glass and took a sip of its dark contents, while she helped herself to another bite grox and then prepared a forkful to offer him. Sharing her meal did not quite spark her outrage as watching him steal it from under her nose had done. She held the meat up to him, briefly contemplated teasing him with it, and decided against.

'Something wrong?' she asked when she saw his expression falter as he chewed.

'I prefer my meat rarer,' he said simply, taking another sip of the dammassine and then handing it to her. For the most fleeting of moments, their fingers touched. 'Remember that... for next time.'

She looked at him over the rim of the glass, and was glad that she could hide behind it as she lost the battle to hold back her smile.

'Next time.'

Thank you @amasec for this prompt! It kind of got away from me, but was really sweet to write (I love Marazhai being an insufferable gremlin)!

Scourge Garthairyt Bloodfeather

A commission from a little while ago. The client's OC with Marazhai from Warhammer 40k (with variant)

(i know very little of this game but I had fun drawing this)

Revenge for my captain's chair X))

Most people in this fandom already have a pet, Owlcat.

normal imogene and marazhai experience

So...It's still Wednesday, my mon-keighs.

Wip

RT OC: Ava von Valancius :3

I made these sketches because I'm a fan. @willvoiceit

It's messy...like the man himself🫲🏼🫱🏼

These quiet moments.

Very quick very dirty space goth elf with open hair. I miss Marzipan...

I completely blame a certain group of moots for this. Y'all can't throw so much RT on my dash. I will black out and draw a pet drukhari.