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has anyone ever thought of how conor's favourite sheepdogs name was soldier before he was forced to fight in the devourer war as a soldier himself
#just me? ok#spirit animal books#spirit animals series#erdas#scholastic#shut up gremlin#spirit animals books#spirit animal series#greencloaks
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…. i don’t think sarwat chadda understood the assignment…
#spirit animals reread#spirit animals: fall of the beasts#spirit animals book series#spirit animals books#spirit animals#the dragon’s eye#spirit animals: the dragon’s eye#meilin#rollan#conor#abeke#princess song#jhi#essix#briggan#uraza#worthy#devin trunswick#oathbound#greencloaks#greenhaven#erdas#halfway through and like#girl made some character choices that don’t quite fit?#the bond tokens could’ve been better#rollan’s was perfect#everyone else’s?#not so much#and why is there weird conlin shipper vibes?????#idk guys something just don’t seem right
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Emps after all the Primarchs turned out autistic: I honeslty have no idea where they get it from!
Malcador, who lived with him for millennia and watched him work a gold eagle motif into everything he owns, shapeshift himself to be tall so he looks down at people instead of having to make eye contact, and be utterly socially inept: Me neither.
#erda probably has it too#wh40k#warhammer 40k#primarchs#incorrect quotes#warhammer 40000#the emperor of mankind#malcador the sigillite#malcemps
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Erda and the Emperor
Private commission
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Are there actually evil women in warhammer 40k? Not just affiliated with the chaos, but actually unethical and cruel women. Like Konrad Curze or Erebus, but female, yk.
#warhammer 40k#lotara sarrin isn't evil btw#she's merciless in battles sure#but still not evil#she's quite empathetic and kind to her people#she has some sort of a moral compass#she's loyal and has never abused her power to get what she wanted#Erda is morally grey to me#but I'm not so familiar with her
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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
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#I'm tired of watching him being drawing in some kind of decent clothes#He has no taste#warhammer 40k#emperor of mankind#malcador#erda#doodles
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Emperor and Erda. Did this one for Valentine's day and finally decided to post on my old Tumblr acc~
#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#Neoth#Erda#emperor of mankind#I suppose i'm a white haired Erda headcanoner
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Worst polycule on holy terra
#warhammer#warhammer memes#wh40k#wh40k memes#warhammer 40000#god emperor of mankind#emperor of mankind#malcador#malcador the sigillite#erda
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the concept that the great beast species cant be summoned as spirit animals is very interesting to me, because in the game you can summon a red wolf when briggan is wolf. now obviously we can assume that briggan is a grey wolf so summoning a red wolf is theoretically possible, even if they look quite similar in real life.
but that brought me to the question, what animals could you summon that are similar to the great beasts?
assuming uraza is an african leopard, can you summon an amur leopard? these two are very similar and only really differ through their habitat. lets look at their taxonomy. the amur leopard (Panthera pardus orientalis) and the african leopard (Panthera pardus pardus) are actually subspecies of the same species, with the african leopard being the nominate subspecies (repeats the species name as its subspecies, essentially the "default").
is being separated by subspecies enough? lets looks at the taxonomy for a grey wolf (Canis lupus) and a red wolf (Canis rufus). As you can see they are not subspecies but rather two separate species. using this i would conclude that animals must be separated by species (not subspecies) from the closest related great beast.
therefore, because uraza is the nominate subspecies for her species, it can be concluded that all great beast whose species contain subspecies would be the nominate subspecies and thus other subspecies such as the amur leopard can not be summoned.
this is also supported in books when abeke says that people can summon cheetahs (Acinonyx jubatus), but not leopards. cheetahs are not even in the same genus as leopards and all other leopards in the area are subspecies. other species of "leopard" (eg. clouded leopard (Neofelis diardi), snow leopard (Panthera uncia) and the jaguar (Panthera onca)) are all separated by a species if not more.
#got lost in a wikipedia rabbithole but it was worth it#shut up gremlin#spirit animals#spirit animals books#spirit animals series#erdas#greencloaks#uraza spirit animals#briggan spirit animals#spirit animals game
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Tiny Visions
Author's note: Part one of The Emperor of Mankind raising the baby primarchs! Next
tagged: @egrets-not-regrets
warnings: dehumanization of the primarchs, dehumanization of infants, Warp Fuckery
Summary: Several of the Very Tiny Primarchs warp powers begin to manifest themselves at the same time, while still in their gestation pods. The results of this cause the Emperor to order them to be pulled from their gestation tubes as very young infants.
The tireless and careful work of over a thousand years' worth of genetic testing, engineering and tinkering lay slumbering in twenty maturation pods. Hundreds of anxious scientists watched every readout on the monitors, every twitch that the infant super-soldier generals made as they slept and grew in their incubation chambers, worried that if they did not keep their tense vigil, something terrible would happen and one or more of the little ones would be lost, and His Excellency would be furious… Or worse, disappointed that something had happened to one of his currently tiny creations.
Each of the twenty tiny primarchs floated in their numbered pods, what they may dream of was unknown to any of the scientists who kept monitoring them constantly. This project was intensely secret - from the moment that each of them had been brought onto the project (anywhere between months to decades ago) they had never left the underground palace genetics laboratories, lest the enemies of the Emperor of Mankind find out about what was being created in the sprawling complex. The Thunder Warriors were… They had been a success, yes. But their genetic enhancements had been unstable, and they had taken very poorly to the uneasy peace that the Emperor, His Custodes and Thunder Warriors had created across Terra, ending the shattered factions that Terra had long-descended into in the endless Night that Humanity as a whole was only beginning to crawl out of, and only by the grace and aid of The Emperor and the other Perpetuals who had lent their guiding hands and keen minds to the task of Uniting Terra.. And eventually, to reach out to the scattered and lost pockets of Humanity still lost to the Long Night that had consumed the galaxy.
The Primarchs were due to be released from their gestation pods within the next several months, if the meticulously gathered and reviewed data continued to show the signs of their growth and maturation within their tubes at the rate that they were currently growing at. There was some uncertainty as to just what physical age the little soldier-generals would be once they were released from their maturation chambers, given the fact that they would stand larger than even the Legiones Astartes that they would be commanding once fully mature. Still, it was none of their places to question how long the little generals would sleep and grow within their maturation chambers, merely watch and ensure that they got the nutrient slurry infused into their -
Primarch Eight began to thrash in it's sleep, tiny fists flailing, mouth opening in closing and head thrashing back and forth in clear signs of distress, causing dozens of alarms to go off. His dedicated team of geneticists rushed over to his chamber, frantically reading the sudden change in vital signs and movement - the little ones commonly moved a little, but were primarily stationary as they grew.
Primarch Nine began to thrash and wail as well - his tiny wings flaring out and causing him to be propelled against one wall of it's maturation pod and bounce off, it's tiny fists and feet flailing. It's mouth opening and closing in silent wailing. Nine's team rushed over to try and figure out what had set the little general off, their voices low and frantic.
Primarch Fifteen, who was the most deeply connected to the warp according to The Emperor and Lady Erda, turned an even brighter red and began wailing and flailing in it's pod as well, possibly in response to two of it's siblings suddenly reacting in distress to some sort of stimuli that none of the assembled baseline human scientists could begin to fathom.
And then, to the tremendous distress of it's entire team, primarch fourteen decided to Cause Problems because it's siblings were being rambunctious by teleporting outside of it's gestation pod. Again. It teleported several inches off of the ground and would have hit the ground with a wet thud (and probably start to wail at the top of all three of it's lungs) had not a pair of large, darkly tanned hands not suddenly grabbed the tiny primarch out of the air. "Fourteen, what have I told you about teleporting outside of your pod before it's time to leave, hmm?" The Emperor of Mankind rumbled, staring down at one of his future generals.
The baby Primarch with short, ashy white hair plastered flat to his skin by the incubation fluids opened it's golden eyes and stared up at it's creator and Lord. It's gummy, toothless mouth opened and it wailed tiny hands balling into fists as it flailed at the indignity of being cold, as the thick, sticky incubation fluids quickly began to chill the tiny primarch.
"Neoth, give him here, he's cold." Lady Erda ordered, lightly swatting at the emperor, having removed her clean jacket and began to wrap it around the infant primarch, rocking him back and forth, murmuring in a low, soothing voice "Shhh, shhh ,shhh. Mama is here, little one. I know, it's bright and you are cold, and some of your brothers are very upset. That's why mama and papa are here. To see what has upset you so. Come on now, stop crying for mama, you're safe now. There's a good boy."
Fourteen stopped crying at the sound of one of it's creators' voices, golden eyes wide, as a tiny fist was shoved into it's mouth. It leaned it's damp head against her chest, it's breathing slowing down to normal, before it's eyes slid shut and it began to sleep.
The Emperor of Mankind had left Fourteen in Lady Erda's capable hands, walking over to where Eight's, Nine's and Fifteen's teams were gathered and frantically trying to figure out why the three infant primarchs had started to thrash around and wail within their incubation chambers. Apart from distress-related vitals changes, there was nothing that any of the mortals could discern was wrong with any of the tiny primarchs.
"Imperator! We-" The lead scientist started, bowing deeply as he spoke, going silent as the large perpetual raised a silencing hand.
"Eight and Nine are having visions, and Fifteen is currently psychically connected to the two of them. The visions are not happy ones, which has upset all three of them. While I had intended on letting them incubate in their pods until they were physically toddlers…" The emperor's gaze focused for a moment on Lady Erda, who was still rocking a sleeping Fourteen and humming a lullaby to it. A small frown pulled at his lips "Will they be stable, if removed from their gestation pods?"
"S-sire?" Several scientists stuttered at the same time, eyes widening in surprise.
Amar Astarte walked over, grabbing the most recent readouts collected on each of the infant primarchs. "They should be able to survive outside of the pods. I thought that the plan was to wait until they were toddlers physically, before releasing them from their gestation pods? That way they would have a degree of independence before starting to be trained, sir. As infants they will have different developmental and physical needs… Also none of them should be capable of doing much more than rolling over on their own… Warp-based power shenanigans notwithstanding, my lord."
"… Nine and Eight have visions of what will happen, if they stay in the gestation tubes for that long. It is not a future I wish to see come to pass." The Emperor responded, the frown on his face deepening. While he could dismiss Erda from the project - and Amar as well… Part of him would rather that not happen. Both of them were incredibly talented geneticists and incredibly useful to him.
"… There is also the fact that we've been getting some rather… Unusual readings from Primarch Twenty's pod. It's abilities keep us from doing a visual check of it without removing it from the gestation pod entirely, I would advise caution in twenty's case." The geneticist warned The Emperor, frowning a little as well.
"Hmm? No, their readings are fine. They're a perfectly healthy set of twins." The Emperor corrected, placing one hand on the glass of Nine's pod, the other on Eight's as he sent a psychic wave of calm and peace their way, to get the little ones to stop thrashing and crying in their pods. He wasn't expecting three new minds brush clumsily up against his own in response, filled with innocent curiosity and fear. The emperor again pulsed calm-care-safety to the three fussing infant Primarchs. Fifteen - who he had most contact with - settled down immediately. Nine fussed for a couple more seconds before settling down. Eight, from whom the most concerning visions of chaos-tainted Astartes had come from fussed until he reached out to eight's mind once again and sent more soothing thoughts and feelings to the very fussy dark-haired baby. Eight finally settled down.
"… Oh. When do you want to begin decanting, sire?" Amar asked, slightly taken aback at his answer.
"I will need to ensure that the wing of the palace for the twenty of them is fully furnished and baby-proofed… Decant them in two weeks, beginning with One. I will increase the security around these labs and the Gellar field that protect them from outside warp influence. Three full squads of Custodes will be at each location, and I will have Valdor be watching over them directly. Do not interfere with their protective details." The emperor ordered "Back to your standard duties. Eight, Nine and Fifteen are already back in their slumbering states…" He let his voice soften and warm a little as he looked upon Erda, who was still rocking a sleeping Fourteen in her arms. Something about the sight stirred something very old in his heart briefly, but there was much to do, and she was a potential future traitor to his glorious cause. "Erda, the Primarchs' rooms aren't ready yet. Fourteen will need to go back into his pod for his own safety."
Erda sighed, cuddling Fourteen a little closer (the little Primarch whining wordlessly a little in his sleep) before nodding in agreement "You're right. Alright, sweetie, time to go back into the pod. Remember, mama loves you and your brothers." She pressed a kiss to it's forehead as two members of Fourteen's team opened it's gestation pod and brought it over for Erda to lower the tiny general into, which she did without complaint.
#my writing#warhammer 30k#the emperor of mankind#Erda#the primarchs#mortarion#sanguinius#magnus the red#Konrad Curze#Amar Astarte
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Erda and Malcador fighting over who gets to suck the Big Honkin Imperial Bazongas tonight
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Erda and the Emperor
Private commission
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Trying out the Blood for the Blood God paint.
#world eaters#khorne#kharn the betrayer#blood for the blood god#born of erda 40k#warhammercommunity#warhammer#warhammer 40000#warhammer 40k#world eaters 40k#chaos 40k#40k#Rhino Tank
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the painful ignorance of a child, the psychic presence of a planet, understanding what you are yet not understanding that which is around you.
prosperine is going through it: the comic. First part of idk how many but still! Prosperine my beloved! some definite elements of nona tlt in here, she loves so hard and doesn’t understand. I am also here to try and do something interesting with Erda, esp with her feeling strange about mothering The Earth, she feels it’s disrespectful to the Earth without taking into account that Prosp can’t process that yet. Teehee!
#warhammer 40k#wh40k#warhammer 40k oc#emperor of mankind#warhammer 40k erda#warhammer 40k the angel#technically!#he does appear more in later pages
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