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askmalal · 10 months
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The Primarchs and their brothers:
Part 4. Perturabo
1. The Lion
“The application is sound, but the methodology is flawed.”
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“Few of my brothers accepted me initially. I can in fact count them on one hand. He was among them. He will always have my respect.”
3. Fulgrim
“Mud… mud everywhere.”
5. Jaghatai Khan
“He believes that artillery is an apex predator. That is well and good, but his men themselves win those campaigns. I think the truth is that all of his legionaries are barely restrained sharks. Set them loose, and the Galaxy will bleed…”
6. Leman Russ
“He is a strange combination of loving father and abusive mother to his lads. They love him, they hate him, ultimately they revere him.”
7. Rogal Dorn
“He tortures himself with the notion that we are rivals. I entertain myself with the notion that he is a madman. “
8. Konrad Curze
“He digs holes, and digs them very well. Oh, you wanted more, did you? Very well. Something, something, logistics.”
9. Sanguinius
“The way he speaks about mathematics is intoxicating. The man weaves a poem out of raw numbers.”
10. Ferrus Manus:
“We are both at times taken hostage by the worst elements are our temperament and betimes allow this to cloud our judgement. I am willing to accept this as a fact of life and to work to atone for it. Such knowledge, however, can drive him into fits of depression. Or to further pique. I am unsure which is worse.”
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“As is known, we correspond regularly. I would describe him affectionately as the best terrible person I know. He makes me laugh and infuriates me in equal measure.”
12. Angron
“I have the excuse in as much that my anger is often exacerbated by what my captors did to me. Perturabo… Perturabo is simply a bastard.”
13. Guilliman
“If he were in charge of a rebuilding effort on Terra, the oceans would be restored within a decade, the air would be clean, ancient cities would bloom anew.., and Constantine Valdor would lose at least one reason to complain.”
14. Mortarion
“One of the few beings I know who would spend a decade planning a public garden, another decade planting it, and then destroy it in a single night if a flower was pushed out of place by an errant pedestrian simply to spite them.”
15. Magnus
“He is well read. A qualified scholar. At times given to overt generosity, at other times patronizing. We are well matched.”
16. Horus
“Careful, brother. You are asking about a man who believes even a compliment given him behind his back is a grave insult.”
17. Lorgar
“He is an atheist. Should you forget this, have no fear: he will remind you each and every time you converse with him. “
18. Vulkan
“The best way to manage Perturabo at his worst is to politely remind him of a mistake he has made in your presence. He will then avoid making that mistake forever simply to prove you wrong. “
19. Corvus Corax
“Ahh yes. Precisely what the Imperium needs. Another loud mouth overly emotional Neo-Hellenistic Warlord.”
20. Alpharius Omegon
“He isn’t often wrong, you know. It is. ..unfortunate that he such a shit. As such, many of us delight in collecting those instances when he is and passing them around like treasured heirlooms at every family gathering.”
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djpain619 · 5 months
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Terra & Mars when they meet the Saturnyne Ordo for the First Time:
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stainlesssteellocust · 10 months
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If anyone in 40k other than Our Friend The Hive Mind is extragalactic, my money’s on the Slaugth.
The distances between galaxies are vast, and with no life there a lot of people speculate that the Warp is likely hard to get through there…but the Slaugth are basically immortal, and like the only known canon extragalactic race, they don’t rely on Warp travel.
Additionally, we’ve seen the Slaugth in two places: Calixis, on the edge of the Imperium near the Halo Stars, and accompanying the Rangdan on the Eastern Fringe. That is to say, the guys with the likely ability to cross the intergalactic gulf just so happen to chill at the very edges of the galaxy.
If I were to guess, they lurked in the Halo Stars and other regions during the time of the DAoT and late Aeldari Empire, then made their play after both factions fell: Calixis is ignored by the Eldar, who see it as cursed, whereas the Rangdan seem to have been the Carthage to the Imperium’s Rome. The Slaugth, low population puppetmasters that they are, colonised the local Rangda to make a play for galactic dominance but had their stab for hegemony broken by the Great Crusade, and have since schlepped back to the galaxy’s edge to bide their time.
well then you have the “they’re bad news to psykers and their weapons & non-Warp FTL seems oddly similar to necron shit, as does the Eldar finding their favourite haunt ‘cursed’”…
…but I suppose there’s room for more than one theory out there.
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tagedeszorns · 2 years
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Another WH40ktober-prompt: Forgive
When you're with Lucius, you have a lot to forgive. And it's not even that he does it on purpose - most of the idiotic things he does don't happen out of malice, but because, firstly, he doesn't think for five cents and, secondly, he doesn't really sees himself as a team player. He does things - the rest of the world has to deal with it. Saul, fortunately, has enough patience and composure to just let Lucius run off and factor the heroic shenanigans into his overall strategy. For Saul is a clever tactician and thinks creatively and unusually in strategic situations. So a chaos factor like Lucius doesn't fit in so badly with him!
Before Laer, of course ....
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doolallymagpie · 2 years
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saw the paintings by the guy who wanted to get topped by a witch so bad and got An Idea
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very much wanted to keep his traditional subject material, and led to a few “huge lady surrounded by vague, possibly armored figures” images
corrupted depictions of the Lycian Primarch, perhaps? the images distorted by whatever process ripped her from memory like a picture from a book?
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shady-wolfninja · 9 months
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Warhammer 40K Primarchs reimagined with AI Art
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Well worth a look. These are pretty great.
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doppleganger-rental · 2 years
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On this day in 1944 the Allied forces U.S. Army 1st Infantry Division enters the jaws of death on Omaha Beach. The Great Crusade has begun. (June 6th, 1944)
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cart00ni · 4 months
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Stardust Crusaders
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the-random-hamlet · 1 year
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Something I made recently. I call it “The Warning.”
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theoszczepanski · 2 years
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Domani sarò a Sassari per presentare La Grande Crociata in mezzo a questo caldo apocalittico. Grazie a Emiliano Longobardi e Libreria Azuni!
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askmalal · 10 months
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The Primarchs and their Brothers, Part 1:
The Lion
II(REDACTED)
“My brother is vastly misunderstood. In many cases, he really -is- the better man. But, unfortunately, lacks the tact to restrain himself from saying it.”
III. Fulgrim
“My brother is not burdened by false modesty, or perhaps any modesty at all.”
IV. Perturabo
“In contrary to what is sometimes said, I like the Lion, on occasion. I think that his tactics are well considered, and his reasoning sound. That does not mean they are always correct, or the reasoning based upon a complete understanding of the situation at hand.”
V. Jaghatai Khan
“He rides well. He speaks well. I do not know I always agree with his actions. But he has never sought my approval, nor I his. This is the way of brothers, and with that understanding, there is little that can be said against his motives, at least, despite his methods.”
VI. Leman Russ
“We are, they say very much alike. Perhaps this is true. I am not, after all, overly fond of myself most days….”
VII. Rogal Dorn
“A competent strategist and operational planner. If I have a significant criticism, it is that he sometimes lacks patience.”
VIII. Konrad Curze
“An utter madman.”
IX. Sanguinius
“The man knows his craft. He knows it well. A competent soldier of much bitter experience.”
X. Ferrus Manus
“Admittedly a great innovator. Horus may be the better politician, but I’d wager he is the more innovative, and arguably, the better soldier.”
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“We have a complicated relationship. That does not mean I do not believe in his purpose, even if his methods do not suit my preferences. I know that he is reliable. I know that he can be trusted. I know that he has treated my Legionaries with respect. That is enough.”
XII. ANGRON
“No man can destroy that many worlds and retain his honor.”
XIII. Roboute Guilliman
“A theorist’s theorist. His approach to operational warfare is remarkable. A toast to him, my hard fighting brother. May he know peace one day. For he has earned it!”
XIV. Mortarion
“In full disclosure, though we are often at odds, I credit him for teaching me lessons about warfare I had thought myself above the need to know.”
XV. Magnus
“Little appreciation for culture, though he is well read. A tendency to burn museums, though he is well educated.”
XVI. Horus
“He is an exceptional leader, and by the throne he’ll make sure you know that, one way or another.”
XVII. Lorgar
“A monastic aesthetic but a lack of spiritual direction. I am unsure how best to describe my feelings. I would say that he shows every evidence of greatness. And every evidence of internal conflict.”
XVIII. Vulcan
“He is a very hard man. Not a bad man, but a very hard one. I wish he were a more compassionate one… he has proven himself capable of this, but I am unsure whether he believes has the luxury. That he thinks of it as a luxury is where we differ. “
XIX. Corvus Corax
“Nobility. Feh.”
XX. Alpharius Omegon
“Many people think of Leman as the Emperor’s Executioner. Rarely do they consider the one among us who was born with the executioner’s sword in his hand…”
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mikibagels · 1 year
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Nice boobs. I mean, nice boobs. I mean, nice boobs. I mean, nice boobs. I mean, nice b-
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calacrown · 9 days
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More MLP Infection AU redesigns~
This time featuring the other three Princesses, Starlight, Trixie, and the CMC!
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[EDIT: I messed a bit with Celestia’s design, she looked too much like a lion fish for my liking pfjfkfdjv] [individual images under the cut~]
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Also Trixie and Starlight are stupidly lesbian for each other and you cannot change my mind about that-
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tagedeszorns · 2 years
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New chapter of Chasing Perfection just dropped! So I have to draw Lucius and Saul again. It's the law!
I like the symbiotic relationship of fanfic-authors and fanartists in the Warhammer-fandom. Insert story for great pic-inspiration.
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gxlden-angels · 8 months
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I love getting my silly little dose of validation whenever I explain something as small to my childhood as "yea they taught us to be prepared to be soldiers in spiritual warfare between angels and demons from a young age" and having my therapist or a friend respond like
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sculptorofcrimson · 21 days
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Tyrant’s Lullaby
Once upon a time, there was a glorious, terrible man. He built horrors. He built wonders. He brought monsters up from the deep. He took a child from the arms of a horrified, weeping family, and raised him not as a boy but as a general. He took a child and ruined his future, He took a child and made him a king, a pet, a dog. He marched armies over the face of the ravaged earth, and trampled all that did not kneel before the weight of the storm. He burned tundras to ash and shook the mountains until they crumbled, He boiled the seas to mist and the skies to charcoal. And when the scouring was done, and the earth was entombed in ashes, He turned His dreaming, endless glare upon His own. 
He strangled the thunder that had bore Him a throne, He sent the golden, the children stolen from their cradles, to plunge down long knives into turned backs raised so fervently before His regard. With their blood they had built Him a kingdom, and with their bones He crowned Himself a throne. And when Terra knelt, cowed, battered, in awe and in fear, He turned His gaze skywards.
And the stars felt His benevolent wrath. 
He bore twenty sons, two of them sacrificed, and He unleashed them upon the earth, the skies, the stars. They hunted for Him, they loved Him, they adored Him, yet some had strayed too far from His light, some had gazed upon the man that would be a god with sullen, hungry eyes, doing His bidding, and knowing His wrath. They are those who were there when affection curdled to treachery.
There was no peace among the stars, no mercy, no rest, simply a slow, heartless drowning as the gold claimed them limb by limb, inch by inch, and swallowed them into the endless light. 
And then war. Treachery, when the stars themselves were swallowed. When brother turned against brother, and father against son. When the Phoenix cleaved the Gorgon’s head from his shoulders, and the Immortal bashed in the Haunter with a hammer, when the Angel fell to the Traitor and He stained the Palace’s stones red with His son’s blood. When Horus burned, when the Angel shed his wings and the golden were shattered upon the anvil of betrayal, the Father fell to His son. 
He was buried upon a rotting throne, screaming hollowly into the fading dark, the stars basking in His rage, His pity and His wrath. He was buried alive in a tomb made from gold, ashen bones ruling a decaying kingdom from the grave, dreaming forever of brighter days. Dreaming of His sons, and how He betrayed them first, how they betrayed Him, how they abandoned His bones. And finally could the golden rest, bathed in the heart of their greatest shame, enshrining the decaying dust of a master they had failed, in an empire He had forsaken. 
That man was the Emperor. That corpse is the Emperor, golden, glorious, and decaying just like the slaves.
Do not think your bones different from a slave's. When you rot, your corpse will be indistinguishable from those of your servants.
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