#emperor of mankind

[wh40kartwork]

God-Emperor Of Mankind

by fat-elf

#imperium #emperor of mankind #the emperor #emperor #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #40k #fat elf

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

Lorgar: What if the person who named the Walkie Talkies named everything?

Perturabo: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Fulgrim: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Mortarion: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Konrad: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Alpharius: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

Emperor: I hate you guys so much.

#warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #incorrect quotes #primarch #fulgrim #konrad curze #lorgar aurelian #perturabo #mortarion #alpharius omegon #god emperor #emperor of mankind #warhammer meme

[sculptorofcrimson]

Without Him

The Custodes, the perfect and the golden, aren’t they just beautiful? 

Aren’t they just a horrifying, broken concept to hyperfixate on?

Brought to life by the breathe of a half-god, created for nothing but the weight of your duty and knowing nothing but adoration for the Emperor, feeling nothing but overwhelming obedience when you gaze upon Him, and nothing but lasting emptiness when you gaze inside. He walks among you, He orders and commands and you obey, all is well, all is as it should you, with the servants plodding along the Master’s orders. Obeying His every whims, all is well, all is right. 

You are perfect. You are golden. You are glorious and you are hollow and you are filled with nothing but the shadow of His glory. The truth lies as barren as snowbeaten rock. He hollowed you out, and now He shall breathe life into your senseless corpse. What are you? What are you but the dregs of His dream? What are you without His last dying gasp rattling through your bones? 

Do you even have a will? Are you even human anymore - less- are you even living, when life itself has been drained of all honor? What are you, when you can’t even dream for yourself? What have you for ambition, when you cannot even fathom a dream? 

And the bite of betrayal. The cracklings of heresy. You are broken. You are hollow. You are imperfect. You have failed. The truth lies as barren as flesh flayed bone. The first, unhidden, beautiful, horrifying breath of freedom, the first tears to fall as you screamed for a dead master. As He fell, as you failed, as He died. The first breaking of the cycle. A servant without a master, a perfect creation out of tune, with its core snapped out, its tubes cracked, its broken machinery on display. The Throne is hollow now. The Palace is empty. The Master’s house has been broken by the Master’s tools. 

You have failed. You have failed Him. You have forsaken your duty. 

You have broken your oaths.

What does it feel like, to dream? To dream in the shadow of obedience? To dream as the Thunder Legionnes Primarch dreamed so long ago, to dream as the High Lord dreamt so long ago, to dream as the Astartes once dreamt before you snuffed them out? What does it even feel like, to hurt, to pain, to suffer for anyone else? What does it even feel like to mourn, captain-general? Can you even remember?

The truth lies as hollow as your king’s decaying bones. How fragile. How despicable. Decaying. Covered in dust. Ruined. Broken and abused. Would you wish to dream? Do you wish to embrace what it feels like to be flawed again, to know how to live, if even it was for a moment, in a flare of agony from death to death, siphoning and leeching scant moments of humanity from the haft of the Apollonian Spear as you taste the lie seeping out of broken limbs? Feeling the last sediments of agony, of sensation, slipping through a sinking mind mired in ash, seeing the moments of another worthless man’s life flash through your hollow mind, filling you with memories that were never yours and could never be, watching what have been robbed, stolen, forever lost to you now? And just what perversion of a dream is that, Constantin Valdor? 

Would you have taken the bargain, if you had know the price?

Do you even care anymore? 

Damned together now. Damned together in failure. You failed Him, and He died. He died, and you failed. You left Him behind when He fell and you didn’t, when you failed to trade your life for His as any loyal servant should have. In that, you were broken, and He abandoned you when He died ten thousand years ago. The grieving remnants of your Order was left behind, their silence as fragile as a wailing beast’s grovellings, and you left them. Those servants, who were made to love Him, who never knew if He loved them back yet ached for it. The oldest bond between Master and Slave, now broken. 

(Is there forgiveness? Can there ever be atonement for the crime of your failure?)

Do you ever wonder anymore, in the absence of His light? Do you ever, tentatively at first, retracing memories He wiped out, a mind too ravaged to even pain exploring a past He burned to oblivion, wondering what you were, wondering what you could’ve been. Reliving memories with perfect recall yet broken understanding, those conversations with the Cataegis, the screams in the frost, the simple horror of the betrayal. Do you resent them, for being what you could not? For having what you, and your brethren, in all their perfection, could never achieve? Did you even have the privilege of knowing resentment?

Do you hate them for being better at living, at being human, instead of eking out an existence without substance, an immortality without life? Do you hate the way they looked up in reverence, do you loathe their conviction, their justice, the way they trusted so blindly in their own foolish, naive, ignorant, human way, when they loved Him, and felt His wrath? 

The Primarchs you sentenced to death on Ararat. They looked at you with such hollowness burned into their gaze, knowing they’re here to be slain, knowing you’re here to kill them, knowing they - the Judas lamb - had led their troops here to die and be slaughtered. Do you resent them too? Can you know resentment? Some had fought against you. Some had raged, screamed against the dying of the light. One, even, had escaped. But the worst just looked on, with those sickeningly human eyes, in simple, broken and numb horror as their world dissolved, as they cried out for unity and heard the blade fall. Do you resent them too? Do you resent them, for you could never resent what you’ve done, for He would not let you? 

(A tool that loathes its own sacrifice is no tool at all. You may not love the slaughter, but you no longer have the right to hate it. Kill for Him. Kill for Him, it is what good hunting hounds do.)

Do you even regret the bones upon the snow? 

You failed. And the brokenness will never leave.

Do you even know hate anymore? Can you even hate anymore? Has that too been eroded? Do you hate for Him, do you hate what you have accomplished, do you hate the man you could have been but never was? For he could have been a better servant, a better man, a better captain-general, if only He had given him the right to dream? 

You failed. You failed, and now the leash you’ve lived under for so long is broken, the chains are shattered, the Order has crumbled into ruins. They live on, but how could the body do any more than endure when its heart - its mind - has been ruptured, its primal arteries torn away, left with nothing else than to preserve its bones for eternity? 

What of your lost brothers? Do you ever wonder what they could have been, if you had not fetched them from weeping mothers and brought them before your lord to be turned into His tools? Do you regret? Have you ever cared at all?

You are perfect. You are broken. You are the Custodes, and ten thousand years ago you failed. Your brethren failed the Emperor. You were built to serve a god, not until even you die, but until even eternity burns out, until the foundations of civilization crumble, and kings and emperors decay. You were perfect, once, but there was a flaw in His design. He could not have tolerated true perfection, if not for His own. He does not err, He desecrates, as He has desecrated the holy texts when He built His angels. 

You are not perfect. He built you to be flawed. He built you without a dream, without even a mind of your own, without even the will to question or care, without even the hate to ponder and rage against such a cruel existence. He built you without pain, without even loss, with nothing but an eternity of trudging onwards for scraps of His love. 

But what happens now? What happens now when you have failed so utterly in your duty? What happens now when His love is no more, but your obsession no less painful, your existence no less empty? What happens now when the part He ripped away and replaced with Himself is hollowed out again, when nothing is left behind but a gaping wound where a heart once was? What happens now, when the servants no longer have a king?

#wh40k #warhammer 40k #sculptor of crimson #constantin valdor #warhammer #adeptus custodes #wh40k writing prompts #emperor of mankind #thunder warriors

[jinian-ginias]

Love his hate and hate his love.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer fanart #horus heresy #primarch #emperor of mankind #horus lupercal

[yesthe-artblog]

Sanguinius defeating Ka’bandha, based off Jean Delville’s “Justice”

Or alternative title: “Let Sanguinius Go Apeshit”

#click for better quality #warhammer #warhammer art #warhammer 40k #wh40k #warhammer 30k #horus heresy #sanguinius #ka’bandha #emperor of mankind #horus lupercal #those two are there for symbolism reasons I guess #artists on tumblr #blood cw

[valhallasoutlaw]

"He asked then what no other primarch had given voice to. Even Angron, upon his discovery, would act without asking the question Sanguinius now asked.

‘What if I refuse?’

The Emperor seemed to weigh this. ‘You will not refuse. I know your soul. Here, you’ve saved tens of thousands of lives. With me, you will save billions of lives on millions of worlds. You will save the life of every human yet to be born. That is not something you could turn your back on.’

They stared into each other’s eyes, father and son, creator and created. Neither argued against the truth of the Emperor’s words."

Alternatively titled "Sanguinius can see the fuckin future and it didn't take much to get him on E's side."

#warhammer 40k #the blangles are stored in the baals #horus heresy #primarch #primarchs #emperor of mankind #sanguinius #primarch sanguinius #needed to get this fuckin angst out of my system

[mig-murgthenurg]

My own shitty rendition of the "Glory to X" meme.

Yes, I've been playing Helldivers 2 alot, how can you tell?

(Nurgle art is by Badtusk btw)

#warhammer 40k #40k #emperor of mankind #helldivers #helldivers 2 #super earth

[frogblast-the-ventcore]

The Master of Mankind, c. 8000 BCE, Anatolia

Art by mossacannibalis on Twitter

#warhammer 40k #the emperor of mankind #emperor of mankind

[vwikaartt]

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #emperor of mankind #horus heresy #horus lupercal #horus #magnus the red #warhammer art #warhammer 40k art #primarch #warhammer fanart

[tagedeszorns]

I know, I know ...

But it's funny!

#warhammer #adeptus astartes #space marines #warhammer 40k #Emperor of Mankind

[fangtangtang2333]

Erda and the Emperor

Private commission

#warhammer 40000 #emperor of mankind #warhammer 40k #erda

[wh40kartwork]

Stained Glass

by Peter Johnston

#imperium #dark imperium #adeptus custodes #space marines #loyalist astartes #ultramarines #imperial guard #adeptus mechanicus #skitarii #cadian shock troopers #primarch #roboute guilliman #sisters of silence #adepta sororitas #battle sister #vehicle #emperor of mankind #emperor #the emperor #peter johnston #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #40k

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

Emperor: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Leman without him noticing?

Malcador: Horus, any idea-

Horus: Hey, wolf boy, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.

Leman: *Takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser.

Emperor: ...

Malcador:...

#warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #incorrect quotes #primarch #Horus lupercal #Leman russ #Emperor of mankind #Malcador

[sharenadraculea]

The Primarchs at the Zoo

Emps is doing family bonding events again, so now they go to the Zoo

Lion: He gets into a staring contest with every big cat at the zoo. Needs to be stopped from getting into a fight with them. Otherwise very well behaved, just staring at animals and making notes. Fulgrim: There is one of those butterfly-houses where they just kind of fly around. Fulgrim is absolutly enchanted. Just sitting between the flowers and waiting for them to come say hi. He also definetly is wearing highly impractical clothes. Perty: Not quite sure what he should do, so he just ends up following Magnus and Fulgrim around. Get‘s to save them, because he thought about taking a powerbank and charging cable with him! Jagh: the pony riding thing is only for kids. This makes Jagh very sad. But he can tell Magnus about all the animals he knows from Chogoris. Tries to steal a horse, a yak and a camel for Magnus (not necessarely in that order) Leman: Wants to befriend every dog and wolf and similar animals. Will bark at them. Then ends up clinbing into one of the enclosures to pet the doggos and get‘s chased away by security. He stole a puppy tough! (Malcador forces Leman to bring it back, because it would be really sad without it‘s parents) Rogal: Not all that interested in the animals, but he really enjoys looking at the architecture. Brought a little sketchbook along for making notes, and some noise cancelling headphones. His siblings still get him to look at some animals and that‘s how everyone learns that Inwit is apparently full of ice-age megafauna. Rogal is just confused why the animals at the zoo aren‘t fluffy Konrad: He was very unhappy at first because there are so many people and it‘s loud and bright and smells. Then Fulgrim bought him some cute sunglasses from the Zoo Shop and Rogal gave him the printed out guidelines for how to care for the diffrent animals, so now Konrad can controll if the zoo is following the rules. As with every family-outing, he has visions of inevtable doom Sang: He is so excited! But some of the animals are very confused by his wings, either thinking he is one of them (very cute, Sang is very happy) or he is prey. Lion needs to buy him ice cream. Well he doesn‘t need to, but it comforts Sang. Then they go to the petting zoo and the goats start chewing on his wings. Sang somehow finds this very cute

Ferrus: He is making artistic photos of Fulgrim. After a while he still get‘s bored with this and goes to listen to Robs animal trivia Angron: Absolutly no one expected him to just plop down in the pettong zoo and feed goats for the rest of the day. The goats are climbing onto him and Angron is just happy. It is very hard to get him home again, Rob: The logistics of running a zoo! He is so excited about that, he nearly forgets they are there for the animals. He made sure to read up on trivia about every single animal in the zoo and now shares this knowledge with his siblings. Morty: He also wants to watch butterflies, but Fulgrim is allready there… after a while they start talking and Morty starts infodumping. Fulgrim finds this too cute. They are later seen walking out of the toilet all disheveled. Things definetly happend Magnus: He is here to do research. Yes, this involves stealing some of the animals. The most dangerous ones around actually. E told him not too, but who would Magnus be if he actually listend? Horus: He is spamming the family chat with photos of well, mostly himself. Sometimes there are animals in the background. Somehow ends up in the penguin enclosure and get‘s soaked. He isn‘t bothered, because the wet shirt accentuates his muscles, but he still get‘s kicked out of the zoo. Emps is very disappointed Lorgar: Not quite sure what he should do at first and kind of ends up wandering around alone. Then runs into Sang at the petting zoo and the goats try to eat his books. They then spend the rest of the day together Vulkan: All those baby animals! He might die from cuteness! He‘s making a ton of photos to share later, including a lot of embaressing things his siblings did. Corvus: They are nowhere to be found at first. Later Vulkan finds them sitting in the birdhouse, petting all the birds. Somehow the zookeepers haven‘t noticed. Konrad does not like this, as it is against the rooms. Alpharius Omegon: They have blended into the masses. No one knows what they did all day, but they return to the spaceship covered in plushies, cheap souvenirs and baby animals. Malcador also forces them to bring the animals back

Bonus: Emps: This was a fantastic idea, he is very proud of himself. Loudly yells about every cool animal he sees Malcador: He is highly stressed out. Why did they decide to make so many kids? Next family trip he‘ll just stay at home Valdor: He pays for everything.

#warhammer 40k #silly headcanons #primarch headcanon #primarch #lion el'jonson #fulgrim #perturabo #jaghatai khan #leman russ #rogal dorn #konrad curze #sanguinius #ferrus manus #angron #roboute guilliman #mortarion #magnus the red #horus lupercal #lorgar aurelian #vulkan #corvus corax #alpharius #omegon #emperor of mankind #malcador the sigillite #constantin valdor #Yes I forgot Magnus #he is here now #I‘m sorry

[jinian-ginias]

Emps

#warhammer 40k #warhammer fanart #horus heresy #warhammer 30k #emperor of mankind

[horuslupercal]

emperor, a hack, circa 792.m30: btw I put wolf dna in six's tube last night

erda, actual geneticist: you WHAT

emperor: yeah, was real twisted, thought it'd be fun, y'know

erda: nonononono what do you MEAN-

emperor: took wolf dna. put it in his genetic sequence

erda:

#she had nightmares about this all the way until leman was revealed on live holo #warhammer #emperor of mankind #erda #leman russ #it's me