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The crowd found this amusing. Perturabo scowled at them. He had not intended to be funny.
Perturabo: The Hammer of Olympia by Guy Haley.
#the story of his life#context: 7 year old pert is going full on fedora tipping atheist to DESTROY an Olympian priest with FACTS AND LOGIC#“in this moment i am euphoric not because of any phony god's blessing but because i am enlightened by my intelligence” - peter turbo#perturabo#iron warriors#guy haley#quote#horus heresy#primarchs#warhammer 40000#wh40k#wh30k#warhammer 40k
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Technoarchaeologist Hadron, darling.
#she is such a treasure trove of reaction quotes.#adeptus mechanicus#admech#hadron#darktide#warhammer#40k
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Ezekyle Abaddon giving a briefing to the Luna Wolves, circa MK31:
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Random Ultramarine: Father, why does that Eldar emissary call you "babygirl"?
Guilliman: How about we stop talking for a little while.
#guilliman × yvraine#guillivraine#incorrect wh40k quotes#wh40k#wh40k meme#incorrect warhammer quotes#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#roboute guilliman#yvraine
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A short and sweet Fulgrim fic because I can’t sleep 💜 A bit of a continuation of this one.
Word Count: 609
You heard your name called from behind you. You snapped your head around as you saw your lover hurriedly rush towards you, armor clanking with every step. The placid look that normally adorned his face was replaced by something else. His typically well-kept hair was strewn about, and his eyebrows were knit into a worried look.
“I believe that you left something somewhere you shouldn’t have, darling,” he said. Your heart sank. It was your sketchbook.
You remembered it clearly. Broken graphite, messed up portraits, tears hitting the delicate paper. In your rational brain, you knew that he loved you, thought highly of your art. You knew that your art was not the reason he loved you. That didn’t stop you from tearing your desk apart, picking up all of your art supplies and chucking them into the nearest bin you could find.
Your art wasn’t good enough for him, a demigod of a man. His portraits looked ready to forgo the paint from which they came and come into their own. His music was always perfectly played, no matter what instrument he decided to play. He could console you, placate you all he wanted. It would never make up for the decades, centuries he had to perfect his craft.
“Huh?” was all you managed to blurt out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m no artist. Not anymore.” You shuffled your feet while you spoke, picking at a stray hangnail. Anything to avoid this encounter.
He stepped closer to you. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” He was so close that his foot was almost wedged between your legs. “Do you make art?” he asked.
You looked up at him. You felt like he should be smirking, having a “gotcha!” moment. But his face was stone cold serious. “It’s not very good,” you said quietly. You pulled your hangnail off, and a spritz of pain emanated from the impact.
“I never asked if it was good,” Fulgrim said. He was close to you, you had to crane your neck up to look at him. “I only asked if you made it.”
You gulped. He loomed over you, large and imposing. “I did,” you finally managed to croak out. “I did. I made it, and now I don’t—“
“You’re an artist,” Fulgrim said, cutting you off.
You backed away from your lover, nearly hitting the wall behind you. “If your definition involves someone making art, then yes, I am an artist. But…” you trailed off. You saw Fulgrim thumbing through your sketchbook, his eyes finally diverted from you.
“I like this one,” he said, pointing out a fullbody rendition of himself with a misshapen muscle structure. A misshapen muscle structure, in your opinion. “It’s very flattering.” The gentle smile you’d come to know was back like an old friend.
“You think so?” Your voice was soft and sincere.
“Why would I lie to you?” he asked. “I told you once and I told you again. Your art is wonderful.” He knelt down to your level, extending an arm to the wall. You were pinned. You were trapped. “Promise me you won’t stop creating.”
“Or?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow. You felt the tension in your shoulders relax. You quickly looked away.
“Or I will be quite disappointed,” said Fulgrim, using the hand previously set upon the wall to cup your face.
You sighed, felt your face go warm, and leaned into it. “Alright,” you said after a moment of silence. You looked up at him as his hand trailed down your neck to your collarbone, lightly exploring its contours. You smiled. He chuckled.
“Never stop making things.”
#primarch x reader#warhammer 40k x reader#fulgrim x reader#reader insert#fulgrim#warhammer lobotomy#what was that bob ross quote about waiting on the good times#also i wrote this on my phone#never doing that again xx
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Hello, Mortarion simp club member #7 here. First off, sorry for the fungus.
Secondly, imagine word getting to The Emperor that Mortarion had found a partner. None of the primarchs ever got married (except for Fulgrim) so I’d imagine it’d be big news. To find out that any of his sons, let alone shit-bag himself, found someone to love would shake him to his core.
Now, I am a very small woman so it might just be projecting, but just imagining The Emperor of Mankind staring you down and shaking his head like,
“This is inhumane. It’s almost comical, how absurd this is. How have you not been ripped in half, or accidentally crushed underfoot?”
I know deep in my soul that Morty would be the most gentle of the primarchs because he’s never had anyone be gentle with him before. That man would start sobbing immediately if he so much as accidentally bumped into you. Full on ‘please don’t leave me’ breakdown if he hurts you in any way.
The fungus is amungus.
Honestly given the way that the Emperor thinks of Mortarion as sort of a failure among his 'sons', and has just abandoned any possibility of him achieving greatness, him accomplishing something so 'odd' would definitely get a query or two. This behavior sounds more like Sanguinius or Fulgrim, not Mortarion.
Also the Emperor saying that it's 'inhumane' fucking killed me. I don't know why him saying that in response to one of the Primarchs picking up a lover is so fucking funny but also kind of accurate? I mean, pulling a normal human into what is basically a small pantheon of demigods isn't exactly a good idea. Not to mention the dangers involved that you could go on about for hours. Both being around and with a Primarch. It's less that The Emperor would ever care about a singular human, but he more so just finds the absurdity of it, amusing. Or as amusing as someone like him can.
I definitely think out of all the (future) heretic Primarchs, Mortarion, Fulgrim, Magnus, and Lorgar would probably both be the most gentle. He's also horrifically damaged (which Primarch isn't lmao) and has a slew of self image issues. He might not cry, but he'll sure as hell give you the stars as long as you don't drop to the wayside like everyone else in his life. You're the figurative jewel of his eye, and nothing will take you away from him.
He loves you, you love him, it's awful and harmful and will probably end terribly but damn does it taste good.
Also, a snippet to go with this. Enjoy.
Mortarion/Fem!Reader, No extreme warnings apart from typical 40kness and hinting at a toxic, obsessive relationship. I'm actually really coming around to liking Morty, if I never get a chance I really want to write some of my personal ideas for him
That meeting still lingers on your mind. You look out the window and wring your hands, trying to figure out why your heart continues to pound so hard against your chest. When it doesn't stop, you sit down and fail to try and stop your mind from running it through once again.
You met The Emperor.
You met the father- or simply creator as some of the Primarchs refer to him- to the Primarch you could possibly call your beloved.
It had been a surprise meeting; You were already so worn and tired from speaking to Primarch Fulgrim, shoulders tense and mind strained. While you might be close to Mortarion, being in the presence of Primarchs is still such an intense and formal ordeal, that forces you to carefully watch your words, your tone, your body language.
Just as The Phoenician seemed to be getting bored of you, as you kept politely avoiding giving him any worthwhile and intimate details about Mortarion, The Emperor had apparently come to see the lover of his fourteenth son; The first of them to ever take someone that could be potentially called a consort. It has been the rumor of the palace for days now, and it's seems to have spread now even to the Golden Throne.
He only ever spoke one sentence to you. And it will likely remain the only one. You would delude yourself into thinking that you have any business with The Emperor, beyond what little falls from Mortarion's lips. Either way, his words and voice with stay within your mind for as long as you live.
He looked down on you, barely able to reach his hips, and almost seemed to sigh. As much as a man such as him could. When you dared look at him, seeing any emotion on a man so borderline ethereal seemed so out of place. Though it was only there for a moment, and then his expression turned to that non-emotion of cold stoicism.
"I should not be surprised, to see he chose someone so small they cannot think to stand against him."
You decided to keep your head respectfully bowed in his presence, but you can't help but furrow your brow ever the slightest at his cryptic speech.
"You fraternize with the most fractured of all my sons. Do be careful with him."
Did he mean to be careful around him? Or to be careful with him? How could someone that in the grandness of things, as insignificant as you, be able to do either?
You pull yourself from being lost in your own thoughts and look out over the palace skyline, seeing nothing but golden peaks as far as the eye can see. It's inconceivable in size, that just viewing it doesn't give even the slightest hint as to it's sheer scale. And from what little you've heard, it's not even close to it's completion. New Praetorian Rogal Dorn has been continuing it's construction for years now, and will likely continue for decades more.
The soft sound of a door opening forces you to look towards it. Mortarion enters, and instantly comes closer. You haven't seen him since you had first encountered Fulgrim. You assume he had more urgent matters than batting away his fellow Primarchs away from the new thing of interest.
Your face softens as he comes closer, seeing his shoulders rolled forward slightly. The way he looks is a dead giveaway that he is in a terrible mood; Not uncommon whenever his so called brothers are involved. You assume that he is going to want a moment alone, and get up to take your leave. You'd heard nothing but his lamenting about hating the idea of returning to Terra for days now, but it seems you're wrong.
Before you have a chance to step away and leave the massive room that serves as the most private of his chambers, Mortarion quickly snatches your arm at the wrist. Though given the size of his hand in comparison to yours, his hand grasps a significant portion of your forearm.
"Do not leave."
You look at him, the way his grey hair shadows his thin face, and how he seems even more drained of energy. He towers over you, but yet he seems almost ungainly and defeated.
The Pale King orders you, but his words are almost dipped in something you might consider calling desperation.
He has told you before that interacting with his fellow Primarchs and The Emperor foremost is something he hates most. That it all reminds him of stolen revenge and his dead world, how he's overcast by the shadows of men like Sanguinius and Horus. You knew he would be more fragile, harder to deal with, but you didn't expect him to seem almost, humiliated. You're used to him being impossible to contend with, spiteful, hateful, angry; Not this.
His hand grips tighter when you don't immediately come back, enough that it begins to hurt. You sit back down and he lets go, only to cup his hand tightly around your jaw. He tilts your head up to look at him. It hurts your neck a bit from the intense angle, and your much smaller hands grip his wrist to try and gain leverage.
You watch his eyes glance over your face, his own slum and demoralized. His grip on your face softens just a bit so he isn't yanking you around like some sort of doll. At least not as much.
He sighs, and leans down enough so that his forehead touches yours, long strands of limp grey hair brushing against your face, and nothing more is said.
#I put sons in quotes because Emps has made it very clear that he does not see them as his children let alone as anything more than tools#mortarion simp club meetup#mortarion x reader#primarch x reader#warhammer 40k x reader#reader insert#reader#mywriting
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I checked out some youtube videos on the current custodes drama and the comment sections are pretty vile.
I wasn't gonna make a post about the backlash but there are hordes of people reciting imperium quotes about damning their enemies as if women (in and out of the setting) are said enemy.
I'm very glad it seems to have a different reception overall here on Tumblr.
#also these quotes are usually intended to be a comical depiction of hatred and xenophobia. its just blatant sexism now.#why would you think quoting that is a good idea#interesting to see the propaganda machine that 40k proposes is entirely plausible#I'll be glad when this is behind us#warhammer 40k#female custodes
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Tzeentch: Change is inedible.
Slaanesh: Don't you mean inevitable?
Tzeentch, spitting out coins: No, I did not.
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I am inconsolable and in tears as I think about this again, but it's fine. I'm fine. It's fine, I promise. I'm lying.
Spoilers for The Twice-Dead King: Ruin below. This is an appreciation post about Djoseras and I'm hurting.
Djoseras is only a supporting character in the TDK novels, but I really want to argue that he is perhaps the MOST IMPORTANT character outside of our boy, Oltyx, who is, of course, the protagonist. Now, he's not present for the most part, usually a referred to character and his actual "on screen" time is very limited. However, there are just scenes that shape Djoseras' character so immensely, giving him a level of character depth usually not reserved or expected for side characters, and though it's mostly through Oltyx's perception of him (so, skewed or otherwise), his brother is just. So important.
So, shout out to Djoseras who taught Oltyx the hard lessons even if he himself found discomfort in what he was teaching him.
Shout out to Djoseras who protected Oltyx by skewing a significant event that ultimately led to his brother being exiled instead of executed.
Shout out to Djoseras who went back to comfort Oltyx who was so scared of going through the furnaces of biotransference.
Shout out to Djoseras who who inscribed upon his immortals all their names and deeds upon their necrodermis to show who they were/are.
Shout out to Djoseras who feigned ignorance just so he could talk to his brother before his departing to the capital to trying making Unnas see reason about the incoming Imperial Crusade that would see all of Ithakas destroyed.
Shout out to Djoseras who stayed behind to give Oltyx the time he needed to flee and take what survivors he could with him before Antikef fell.
Shout out to Djoseras who, despite everything, will always love his brother and wishes nothing more than for him to thrive.
Please, remember him.
#Warhammer 40k#WH40k#Necrons#The Twice Dead King#Djoseras#Oltyx#Spoilers#TDK Spoilers#The Twice Dead King Spoilers#This is what I get for sleeping in#And laying in bed longer than I should have#And then having necron thoughts and wanting more TDK content#Actually I just want more necron content in general I'm begging#I'm also still not recovered from reading Severed and Zahndrekh's QUOTE#YOU KNOW THE ONE#STILL HAUNTS ME AND I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY DAY#BUT I'M ALSO HAUNTED BY DJOSERAS TOO#And how much he just#Loves Oltyx so much
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Malcador: Today I realised I'm old.
Valdor: What happened?
Malcador: I fell in the Throne room and instead of laughing, the Emperor came running to see if I was ok.
Valdor:...
Malcador: I saw fear in his eyes.
#Being uncle is tiring#warhammer#warhammer 40k#warhammer 30k#incorrect quotes#Malcador#Emperor of mankind#Constantin Valdor
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Answer me, father. What politics of peace did you teach? What scientific and social illumination did you bring to this society? In your quest for a human utopia, what other ways did you try beyond eating the flesh of stray dogs and skinning people alive?
Prince of Crows by Aaron Dembski-Bowden.
#sevatar casually strolling into konrad's own mind to dispense sass#local serial killer calls his serial killer dad a serial killer#we tried murder and we're all out of ideas#it's not like konrad had much of a chance to learn anything else tbh#personally i blame fulgrim#night lords#konrad curze#jago sevatarion#sevatar#horus heresy#warhammer 40000#wh30k#wh40k#warhammer 40k#aaron dembski-bowden#ADB#prince of crows#quote
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Jaune's Type
Pyrrha: Hmmm.
Yang: Hey P-Money, whatcha thinking about?
Pyrrha: I missed my chance with Jaune. Just a bit bummed about it.
Yang: Yeah, well, if it makes you feel better, you weren't his type any way.
Pyrrha: What? What's his type then?
Yang: Well He's dating Penny.
Pyrrha: Is it because she's shorter than me?
Yang: Nope. Do you know who his favorite fallout 4 companions are?
Pyrrha: Curie and Ada? What about them?
Yang: ... Do you know how many time he's watched the Atomic Heart Trailer since it's dropped?
Pyrrha: He's watched it a fair bit. I'm honestly surprised he's interested in that game. What's this about?
Yang: *pinches the bridge of her nose* It's not that big of a puzzle Pyr. What's his favorite video game?
Pyrrha: Nier Automata?
Yang: Favorite Pokemon?
Pyrrha: Magnezone and Iron Valiant?
Yang: Favorite childhood movie?
Pyrrha: Robo - Ooooh.
Yang: See what I mean?
Pyrrha: I get it now Yang.
Yang: Yeah. In all seriousness-
Pyrrha: I now Understand perfectly!
Yang: ...
Yang: I don't like that tone!
Pyrrha: For it is in this Moment I understand the Weakness of my flesh.
Yang: I was right to not like that tone!
Pyrrha: It disgusts me!
Yang: I was joking Pyrrha! It was just a matter of timing!
Pyrrha: I now realize the strength and certainty of steel!
Yang: Pyrrha! You're kinda freaking me out now!
Pyrrha: Thank you, Yang, For you have given me the aspiration for the purity of the Blessed Machine!
Yang: Y'know what? I'm just Gonna leave. Not getting tied up in the fallout from this.
Pyrrha: Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you ...
#rwby#pyrrha nikos#yang xiao long#jaune arc#source: a warhammer 40k copypasta#rwby shitpost#arkos#rwby incorrect quotes
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based on this/this (tumblr ver)
#tbh I'd be shit scared if I was in a room with them however#they could kick my ass and I'd say “thank you”#and I quote MTL on “I HAVE A DREAM!”#so if I can't have the father then I will have the son(s)#raven guard#warhammer 40k#40k#warhammer#adeptus astartes#queue#kayvaan shrike#my art#shitpost#I first saw this on insta#illustration#digital painting#digital illustration#artists on tumblr
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Marazhai: Be right back!
RT: Will you?
Marazhai: Who can know these things?
RT: You! You can know these things!
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Heretekal Bribery
Guilliman - "Cawl, I should throw you to the Mechanicus for this! An AI, cloning, mass experimentation with traitor gene-seed? Why the hell shouldn't I do it, give me just one reason!"
Cawl - "Here's the lost secret on how to terraform barren worlds back to a habitable state within a decade."
Guilliman - "… Fuck it, I'll take the heat. Just start handing that out to people."
#roboute guilliman#belisarius#belisarius cawl#guilliman#tabletop#warhammer 40000#warhammer 40k#40k#primarch#mechanicus#adeptus mechanicus#incorrect quotes
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