#ferus manus

[slaaneshisass]

I wonder what weird / incredible dangerous parenting thing the emperor did to get him banned from babysitting like what would be his "oh I just put the baby down for a nap face down in a crib with blankets and pillows" or "what do you mean I can't give him wisky to help the baby while they're teething" the guy was born in the stone age they probably had some wild child care rules

[beckyninja]

*fans myself* I love it when the reserved ones finally snap.

Carnations and Ironwood

Woah boy, my first NSFW fic and it’s Ferrus Manus x ambassador!reader!?!

Tw; some carnal thoughts, eventually aggressive pussy eating, Ferrus absolutely crankin’ it.

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Ferrus is not as expressive, as most of his other brothers, often observed as a dull engine of war. So when an ambassador from Chemos, sent by Fulgrim, has him questioning what he assumed he knew about himself and his resistance, he was thrown for a loop.

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Ferrus was put in an uncomfortable position. His brain had been wracked with the same cycle of thoughts. You, by the throne and the Emperor, he needed you. It was pitiful, really. You were an ambassador from Chemos, having only been here a week, and you managed to already enthrall this poor man. The problem was, you were here temporarily, and Ferrus was not good with his own emotions. He was stoic and resilient. Good for war, bad for whenever you were around.

As of right now, Ferrus was seated with a stern expression on his face, arms crossed as he stared at you. He was stubborn as a mule, refusing to let whatever he was feeling slip as you were speaking, however, he had felt something stirring within him as soon as this supposedly brief meeting had began and you stepped in.

Despite his stubborn, stoic attitude towards most things, he watched your unmatched grace, causing his critical mind to wander. He watched how you swayed as you spoke, yet your words fell on deaf ears. Ferrus admired how you held yourself in such a confident and sure-of-yourself light. The way your eyes very abruptly met his as you continued to go through various talking points that he blatantly ignored solely to admire you. You made him feel things he originally assumed impossible. You were tantalizing to the senses, speaking to him, a primarch, with so much unbridled confidence. His mind began to wander further, wondering how you’d look beneath him, clutching the sheets of his bed as he laid into you like a machine, not of war for once, but of pure lust and hunger and want.

The second he caught his mind wandering in such a direction, he shook his head and snapped to attention, breathing a little heavily as his hearts thundered in his chest like the heavy blow of a hammer on an anvil, over and over. He swallowed the lump in his throat, reaching down and adjusting his robes further in hopes that he wasn’t getting too excited. He risked a glance down at his robes, adjusting uncomfortably to look back at you.

Ferrus wasn’t listening to a word you were speaking, instead, he was focusing on your movements still. Your grace, your beauty. He questioned if this is how Fulgrim felt looking at a well-made painting. Ferrus never understood the point of art. Nor did he like the company of ambassadors. But, instead he watched your body language. Mostly just your body though. Another thing he was obsessed with about you. Between the heat pooling in his belly and the now-tightening grip he had on the armrest of his chair he was at a loss. Ferrus’ mouth felt dry as he continued to watch you, your words not breaking through to him whatsoever, that was until you spoke his name upon noticing he was drifting off. “Ferrus-? Lord Ferrus? Are you listening? You look like the average day dreamer!”

“Yes, yes continue. I was just… lost in thought, that is all.” Ferrus Manus looked back at your face. He nodded, grunting in confirmation and urging you to continue. He let out a trembling breath as he dug his nails into the armrest of his chair, making a painstaking grating feeling thanks to the resilience of his metallic hands and the hardwood of the chair, momentarily grateful you’d taken your attention off of him and back to what you were talking about. The heat in his belly pooled more down south, forcing the primarch of the iron hands to cross his legs. Ferrus was wishing he hadn’t taken off his armor before starting this meeting. He was hoping you wouldn’t notice the obvious tent in his robes.

Throne, you were perfect to him, so when you finally stopped talking he had to suck in a sharp breath and uncomfortably twist in his chair again to stop himself from making a noise to signify his nervousness. It took almost no time at all for you to notice his discomfort. “Sir, you look-… incredibly uncomfortable right now. Your face is very red and y-.. you-… oh.” You found your own face heating up as your gaze traveled to the space between his muscular thighs.

“Th- this meeting is concluded.” Ferrus nearly choked on his words. Before you could even start to question him, he tried to return to his default stoic attitude, abruptly getting up and leaving the room, one metallic hand gripping at his robes to hide his very obvious erection. He shuffled off, so unbelievably hard that the poor primarch could barely walk straight, borderline slamming the door behind him as he made his painfully embarrassing exit.

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Internalized guilt and worry had ran through you for what felt like an eternity. Watching Ferrus walk off like a wounded animal just a few hours ago was certainly a sight to behold. The stoic primarch had gotten a throbbing erection from merely watching you pace back and forth and elaborate on your ideas to him. It took you a while to work up the courage to bring yourself to his quarter’s door, pausing with a wide-eyed look as you heard a low grunting noise like a beast in rut.

The second you pushed that door open you were greeted by a pungent smell and a shocking sight. Ferrus Manus, primarch of the Iron Hands, leaned back in his seat, cock in hand. He stared at you with as much shock as you stared at him. His face turned beat red as he tried to cover himself with his robes. You stared at him in absolute shock and surprise before a sudden rush trampled your squandered feelings. “Ferrus- oh, sweetheart-… this is thanks to earlier, isn’t it?”

“I- n- no it- it’s not- throne damnit, come here.” He growled like a wild animal. This unseen side of him was something you didn’t think was possible. You shut the door behind you wandering over. He didn’t need to tell you twice. “Get on the desk-… please.” He asked in a very husky, yet somehow still quite polite tone, watching you clamber over the desk awkwardly. Upon making him wait with your slightly awkward movements, he finally just snapped and grabbed you by the thighs, sliding you across the desk himself. His palms alone could have enveloped the entire top of your thighs with ease, yet he still remained so gentle.

Ferrus kneeled down on the ground, nudging his chair back so his face was between your thighs. He looked up at you as if to ask you for your permission, only for his pleading look to be returned with a nod. He smiled and pushed aside your robes, gripping your thighs and adjusting so your legs were wrapped around his head. He took a breath and got right down to it, tearing off your undergarments with his teeth and dragging his thick tongue along your clit, eliciting a beautiful noise from your lips.

Throne, you tasted as divine as he imagined. Ferrus gave a throaty growl like a crocodile as you rubbed your fingers through his hair. Another whine escaped your lips as you felt him flick his tongue over your clit once more, eventually sliding it in in a circular motion. He grunted and growled, his massive hands gripping your thighs as he lapped greedily at your cunt. Every whimper and moan that left your lips sent him spiraling further into his carnal desires and hunger. Every greedy slurp and snarl as he ate you out like a five-star meal rang through the normally quiet space of his quarters, mixed with your soft, sweet moans.

Ferrus recalled fantasizing about just how badly he’d wanted this. How bad he wanted you. To hold your thighs around his head as he gorged himself on your tender flesh, to listen to the soft sounds of your moans as he kept his own mouth preoccupied. He wanted you so badly and now that he could finally show it, he wasn’t holding back. The normally stoic primarch was now swirling circles with his tongue on your clit. Thus was his reward for being so resistant to his carnal desires for so long. He couldn’t even begin to imagine resisting you now. Now that you were getting close to that peak, so close to climax merely from his tongue.

All this stimulation from him was driving you mad. So much so that you’d had to squeeze your thighs around his head to signal you were about ready to bust. “Ngh- d- damn- Ferrus-!” That was his name coming from your mouth. It pushed him, driving him absolutely insane. He gave a harsh snarl as his hands groped your thighs harder, allowing you to finish in his face. He huffed, finally allowed to breathe as you let your thighs loosen around his head. Ferrus was licking his lips, finally releasing your thighs. His metallic hands had left clear marks from where he was gripping your thighs like he’d lose you any second. “By the throne, Ferrus- are you trying to kill me?” You huff, face flushed as you looked at the primarch, who was now resting his head on your thigh.

“You’re a pretty woman. It’d be a shame to kill you… I’m starting to see why Fulgrim sent you over here.” He licked his lips one final time, taking your words a little too literally. He gave a hefty grunt, getting off his now shaking knees to meet your lips to his. You drove Ferrus insane for almost a week straight, and now he could finally cave and give in to those carnal desires. He felt like a tremendous weight was finally lifted off his already burdened shoulders.

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Its done!!! Dear lord this was a big one, and I think I’ve gotten an attachment to Ferrus Manus now. I didn’t even now that was possible. Apologies this took so long, I write on mobile lmao.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

What kind of love triangles I will write:

1) Konrad and Vulcan. They are opposites in the way they relate to people and the world. Konrad despises humanity, considers it a piece of meat, and Vulcan believes in goodness and wants to become a blacksmith after the war (uwu). And an important point! Konrad believes that he would have been better if he had not had the gift of foresight and had been born in another world. And someone (I don’t remember exactly) mentioned that Vulcan could have been the most cruel and deadly of the primarchs if not for his adoptive father.

2) Dorn and Perturabo. No comments.

3) Corvus Corax and Alpharius/Omegon. Both are stealthy, using quick and silent techniques to kill. But Corvus wants to find a family, to become a real human, and Alpharius/Omegon are quite happy with playing spies and that no one will ever truly understand them.

4) Leman Russ and Magnus, obviously. Psyker hater and psyker. Savage (but smart) and intellectual (but stupid).

5) Horus and Sanguinius. Beloved brothers. But too much responsibility fell on the shoulders of the self-centered Horus, and Sanguinius is not of this world. Probably the most difficult for me.

6) Guilliman and Lorgar. Not just because of the Monarchy, but because it is literally a battle between an atheist and a believer. Logic and feelings. Although it is Guilliman who is closest to people than Lorgar.

7) Angron and Lion. A man in the skin of a beast because of his nails. Experiences hatred and pain 24/7, although this particular primarch is the most empathic from birth. Lion looks like a knight, a noble man with a code of honor. But he literally lived in the forests of Caliban for several years like an animal.

8) Fulgrim and Ferus Manus. No comments.

9) Jaghatai Khan and Mortarion. The first one devotes time to his appearance, believes that enemies should underestimate you. Mortarion immediately shouts that he is "DEATH". Both knelt before the Emperor to their displeasure. But if Jaghatai Khan humbled himself and kept his oath as a warrior (what a great guy he is, the most underrated loyal primarch), then Mortarion harbored a grudge and gladly betrayed.

[most-chaotic-bean]

As someone who really overthinks giving my characters names, I really need to remember that Games Workshop named the primarch of the Iron Hands Ferus Manus, which literally translates to iron hand. Anyways I'm going to assign the name Frank/Frankie to one of my OCs at random brb

[wxnheart]

Three stupid nsfw ideas I keep having

Vulkan pounding someone out on his anvil

Ferus Manus losing his head between his lovers thighs

Rogal Dorn about to adorn his darling with his gene seed 😉

Vulkan?! Taking someone to pound town?!

FERRUS' HEAD GAME ON 1000?!

DORN FORTIFYING YOUR WALLS?!?!?!?

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

Adeptus Ridiculous is doing Ferus Manus.

And man is he a giant fucking dick.

"So that is why Fulgrim liked him so much."

[444names]

Names generated from theological angels, and animals, ending with the letter "S"

Aabous Aalrus Aariles Aartues Abathes Abbous Abous Adrus Adslus Aharus Ahass Aleons Ales Aligoos Almons Alrus Ameass Amerus Andales Angbis Angles Anions Antees Antefis Anues Apers Aphes Arabass Arines Armos Aross Arrooss Arus Azacoos Azarfis Azebees...

Babass Baccous Bacus Balbass Banthes Barus Batous Batrous Batters Batypus Beass Beers Bees Benes Birdfis Bis Blueles Blues Blus Bobous Bons Booss Bous Canes Cartous Carus Caslues Cass Catemus Catenes Catfis Cherons Chers Ches Chies Chipmus Chus Clemus Cles Cloos Clooss Clous Cobons Cocenes Cocus Cons Coons Cooss Corcus Cors Cous Couskus Coweass Crahons Crarus Crass Cries Crons Croos Crooss Cros Cross Crous Cuchies Cus Custers Deass Deerbis Dococus Dombass Dons Dorcus Dormos Dovehus Drus Dummees Eass Eermos Eerus Egrons Egross Egrous Emus Eross Erros Ers Erus Ferfis Fers Ferus Fis Fishass Fishrus Fiskus Fladrus Fles Fors Froos Fros Fross Frous Frus Galis Galrus Games Gamus Gazees Gehus Geons Gerfis Gers Giahmes Gibbons Goles Gons Goons Goos Gooss Gopus Gorass Gorcus Grass Grinnos Grinos Gronos Grons Grooss Gross Grous Gues Hadrus Hales Hamarus Hames Hammees Hammes Haneass Hangors Harfis Haries Haross Harros Harross Harus Hashors Hass Heass Hees Hemues Hercus Hers Herus Hes Heshass Hines Hinocus Hons Hors Hues Hus Igons Jacus Jagles Jayfis Jegries Jegross Jegrous Jehons Jehors Jehues Jehus Jelis Jermoss Jers Jopos Jopus Kales Kers Kies Kines Komoss Koons Koos Kooss Kroons Kus Lacoons Lammies Lees Les Liahrus Lions Lis Llabass Lliskus Lopus Lous Lues Lus Maccous Macus Magles Mallus Manes Manues Marus Meass Mebenes Meerfis Merous Mes Mies Minches Mitois Mocus Modeass Moldfis Monos Mons Moodees Moos Mooss Mos Moss Mous Mues Mules Munnoss Mus Nachus Nathons Nefrus Nemes Nes Nies Nipmus Nues Ockrous Ocus Orches Orcus Ormous Ors Ortous Osers Oss Pangbis Panues Parus Peass Penes Percus Perous Perrass Pers Perus Phes Pidees Pidons Pildfis Pineass Pinos Piries Plarus Pois Poles Pons Pophons Popus Porcus Porpos Pors Pos Poss Prass Premus Preptis Pries Puffis Pummes Puremes Purines Purus Pus Pybass Qaphees Quiters Qungues Rabries Racus Rafis Ranies Rass Rawnfis Rayfis Reefrus Refrus Remus Rhes Rons Roos Rooss Ros Ross Rous Sachus Sacus Salbass Sales Salmoos Sanhass Schus Scons Scoos Scooss Scors Scous Seass Serees Sermoss Serross Serus Shass Shors Shries Shrons Sies Sillus Skus Slocus Slous Slues Slus Snies Snippos Solvers Sons Spinoss Spions Stahass Stames Sterous Sters Sterus Stous Stries Strous Swass Swoos Swors Tefis Tefrous Temus Terfis Teries Ters Thass Thees Themus Thers Thes Thrus Tipmus Tis Tois Topors Toposs Tormous Tors Tous Trefrus Trons Tross Trous Tues Turus Typus Tyranes Tzacous Urus Vames Volemus Voles Vulemus Vuleons Vullous Vullus Walbass Walcous Wales Walions Wannes Wass Watypus Wers Werus Wideass Wildfis Womous Woos Wormous Wors Yakers Yakies Zacus Zarus Zees Zopus

[madonnaaaddolorata]

II

Esse quid hoc dicam, quod tam mihi dura videntur

strata, neque in lecto pallia nostra sedent,

et vacuus somno noctem, quam longa, peregi,

lassaque versati corporis ossa dolent?

nam, puto, sentirem, siquo temptarer amore. 5

an subit et tecta callidus arte nocet?

sic erit; haeserunt tenues in corde sagittae,

et possessa ferus pectora versat Amor.

Cedimus, an subitum luctando accendimus ignem?

cedamus! leve fit, quod bene fertur, onus. 10

vidi ego iactatas mota face crescere flammas

et rursus nullo concutiente mori.

verbera plura ferunt, quam quos iuvat usus aratri,

detractant prensi dum iuga prima boves.

asper equus duris contunditur ora lupatis, 15

frena minus sentit, quisquis ad arma facit.

acrius invitos multoque ferocius urget

quam qui servitium ferre fatentur Amor.

En ego confiteor! tua sum nova praeda, Cupido;

porrigimus victas ad tua iura manus. 20

nil opus est bello—veniam pacemque rogamus;

nec tibi laus armis victus inermis ero.

necte comam myrto, maternas iunge columbas;

qui deceat, currum vitricus ipse dabit,

inque dato curru, populo clamante triumphum, 25

stabis et adiunctas arte movebis aves.

ducentur capti iuvenes captaeque puellae;

haec tibi magnificus pompa triumphus erit.

ipse ego, praeda recens, factum modo vulnus habebo

et nova captiva vincula mente feram. 30

Mens Bona ducetur manibus post terga retortis,

et Pudor, et castris quidquid Amoris obest.

omnia te metuent; ad te sua bracchia tendens

vulgus 'io' magna voce 'triumphe!' canet.

blanditiae comites tibi erunt Errorque Furorque, 35

adsidue partes turba secuta tuas.

his tu militibus superas hominesque deosque;

haec tibi si demas commoda, nudus eris.

Laeta triumphanti de summo mater Olympo

plaudet et adpositas sparget in ora rosas. 40

tu pinnas gemma, gemma variante capillos

ibis in auratis aureus ipse rotis.

tunc quoque non paucos, si te bene novimus, ures;

tunc quoque praeteriens vulnera multa dabis.

non possunt, licet ipse velis, cessare sagittae; 45

fervida vicino flamma vapore nocet.

talis erat domita Bacchus Gangetide terra;

tu gravis alitibus, tigribus ille fuit.

Ergo cum possim sacri pars esse triumphi,

parce tuas in me perdere, victor, opes! 50

adspice cognati felicia Caesaris arma—

qua vicit, victos protegit ille manu.

Ovidio? 🔥

[soundkiller0017]

Weiss: Jaune dear, who are you talking?

'Penny' and 'Pyrrha': *In ghost voice* YOU ARE WEAK JAUNE. WEAK

Jaune: *smacks both 'Pyrrha' and 'Penny' ghsost*: The actual Penny and Pyrrha would say the contrary. You ghost face idiot

(I'm referencing to TTS were Vulkan can see Ferus Manus ghost and Vulkan smacks that ghost saying that phrase. And I know that has almost zero relation with what you posted, but I really NEEDED to reference that)

Jaune: Aahhh, New Year, new mental illnesses!

Pyrrha: What-that...that's not how it goes...

[lordplavis]

My dearest dearest mutuals,

most of you probably don't know that much about warhammer but that's OK. Because that's what you have me for. Me with my little brain with far to much warhammer lore living in there completely rent free.

So now I'm going to present to you my absolutely objective lore ignoring fanfic reality mini essay/info dump/rambling on....

The Perks of dating each Primach!

You didn't ask for this and you might not want to hear my opinion about this subject but sucks to be you it's your fault for associateing with me.

Let's begin!

Art by: @rowscara

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Top left:

Magnus the Red

Primach of the thousand son's legion

Perks :

-total nerd & bookworm

-will always tell you about the new thing he just learned very enthusiastically

-will use his psychic power to fulfil your wishes even before yourself know about it

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Top right:

Sanguinius

Primach of the blood angels legion

Perks:

-has angel wings

-is also technically a bit of a vampire

-oh did I mention he is a vampire with angel wings?

-he'll also probably be the only one comfortable with introducing you to his dad

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Bottom left:

Fulgrim

Primach of the emperors children legion

Perks:

-will help you do your makeup and will make it look perfect

-he's an artist who will paint you (and those paintings won't all be sfw)

-has a slightly unnerving amount of kinks

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Bottom right:

Lorgar Aurelian

Primarchs of the word bearers legion

Perks:

-is a cult leader

-will write semi religious fanfic about you

-after some time dating him people will start worshipping you because he has been secretly preaching a new religion with you as the messiah

Art by: @rowscara

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Top left:

Jaghatai Khan

Primach of the white scars legion

Perks:

-badass biker boy

-will do long motorcycle road trips with you

-will take you to the most romantic remote locations

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Top right:

Lion El' Johnson

Primarch of the dark angels legion

Perks:

-will be your knight in shining armour

-will make you feel like his precious princess (regardless of gender ofc.)

-will teach you swordfighting

-doesn't talk about his ex because he never had one so stop asking

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Bottom centre:

Corvus Corax

Primach of the raven guard legion

Perks:

-has entirely black eyes (how cool is that!?)

-has a pet raven because of course he has one

-takes you flying with his bad ass metal wings

Art by: @rowscara

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Top right:

Angron

Primach of the world eaters legion

Perks:

-will fight anyone who even just slightly threatens to harm you

-will help you take revenge on your enemies and hide all the bodies you two leave behind (there will be many)

-you will, from time to time, have difficulties sitting down and explaining how you got those scratch marks when you go to work the next morning

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Top left:

Vulkan

Primarch of the salamanders legion

Perks:

-gives the best hugs

-is really hot (like literally you won't need a blanket at night)

-extrovert who will adopt you into all his friend groups

-will always try to make you feel conformable especially in social situations

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Bottom centre:

Konrad Curze

Primarch of the night lords legion

Perks:

-is basically emo batman (do I need to say more?)

-definitely wears eyeliner and black nail polish

-will always take care of you if you have nightmares even if that means staying up all night

Art by: @rowscara

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Top left:

Ferus Manus

Primarch of the iron hands legion

Perks:

-will fix and improve every piece of tech you have

-can make you shiny cybernetics to replace your weak and failing flesh

-yes those do come with 'special attachments' and include 'massage functions'

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Top right:

Rogal Dorn

Primach of the imperial fists legion

Perks:

-master craftsman

-will build your dream house for you

-alway a calm and steadfast shoulder to lean on

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Bottom left & right:

Alpharius Omegon

Primach(s) of the alpha legion

Perks:

-twins (you either get both or none)

-this will be at least a thrupple but if you date them you're basically dating their whole legion

-will ask you if you want to do a threesome+ with the twins and as many of their lookalikes from the legion as you want.

Art by: @rowscara

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Top left:

Mortarion

Primach of the death guard legion

Perks:

-will lead a peasant uprising with you and slay the tyrant of the land

-will return to quiet farm life in a green valley somewhere with you after you're done

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Top right:

Leman Russ

Primarch of the space wolves legion

Perks:

-dog person

-will hunt for you bringing you only the best meat, furs and trophies

-loves headscratches

-great drinking buddy

-will bite you (affectionately)

-dog ears and 'good boy/girl' are not optional during sex

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Bottom left:

Route Guliman

Primarch if the ultra marines legion

Perks:

-will do your taxes and manage your finances & investments for you

-always reminds you and takes care of any appointments or important dates so you don't miss anything

-Family man

-will be the best dad possible for your children

Art by: @rowscara

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Top left:

Horus Lupercal

Primarch if the lunar wolves legion

Perks

-still has some of his old mob connections

-talks like a gangster even though he left that life behind him

-extremely charismatic and will get you nearly everything you want if you just let him talk to people long enough

-will plan to seduce you months or years before you know it to perfectly sweep you of your feet in just the right moment

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Bottom right:

Perturabo

Primarch of the iron warriors

Perks:

-granted he is a ruthless warlord but he will conquer you an empire

-always stays pragmatic and realistic

-will make your birthday a national holiday in your empire

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This was possibly one of the biggest wastes of my time as of today. Anyways have fun with my semi wholesome primarch headcanon and Reblog with who you would/wouldn't date.

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

Well, in books it is hinted that Ferus Manus was the first member of the Legion of the Damned... And we know that a part of Sanguinis soul is trapped on the Vengeful Spirit.

No idea where Konrad's soul fucked off to... Probably some dark corner to nap.

I was thinking about whole Primarchs aging thing and while I think none of these guys will ever die from natural causes, I was wondering, but what happens with Primarch once they die? We had more than few instances of killed Primarchs, so what happens with them afterwards?

We do know these fuckers are warp essence Big E took from Immaterium and divided into 20 pieces, putting each one into vat grown genetically enchanted human body. That's how Primarchs were made, so now I think, once one is killed, does their warp essence travel back to the Immaterium? It should, where else that energy would go? In that case, can one's former essence be found roaming the warp? Just like alive Primarchs who offed themselves to the warp or daemon primarchs who chose to reside in Eye of Terror, maybe dead Primarchs are chilling somewhere there too, like ghosts of former selves, with barely any memory or goal, maybe centuries slowly erasing their conciousness which made them a person they were, until there's nothing left?

Just interesting to think about souls of dead Primarchs back in the warp still representing strong qualities they did while in flesh, but more ambigious, less concrete, less connected to realspace...

[ladynighthaunter]

Siblings reaction to pregnancy

Lion: ..... bleh.

Ferus Manus: *headless noises*

Fulgrum: I want one! *get’s bored, gives it to Bile*

Robute: Will this stop you from stealing my stuff?

Jaghati: Huh.... that happened.

Corax: .... *Stares*

Russ: You get a dog, kids love dogs.

Logar: BLASPHMY!

Angron: *pats, smiles*

Dorn: ... but how?

Perterabo: Gross.

Alpharius: *plots*

Sanguinus: *gushing at how cute they will be.*

Horus: You left my war for this!? *long line of swearing*

Mortarion: ... hee hee, baby.

Vulkan: I will be the bestest of uncles!

Magnus: .... I will teach them how to use their powers.

[amateurknightt]

I wanna know about the downtown thing but I can't choose one of those characters, would you talk about one you are most interested in?

I'm interested in all of them shagshgq. But I present to u the ones I've thought about the least until now;

Ferrus. He's a lumberjack that lives in a little cabin in the woods right outside of town. He's quite reclusive and may come off as rude, but he don't mean it.

His Epithet is Iron. However hes not used it for many years, and refuses to elaborate on why. He could manipulate Iron in any way, so long as he is able to physically touch it. Very versatile, but he mainly used it to make himself an "Iron body", an ability that takes some inspiration from his brother Manus. Speaking of;

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Here he is. Manus is the older brother of Ferus, and is also the mayor(?) Of Downtown. He's a big help with keeping the town, an actually functioning town. He does all the boring stuff, and still manages to keep a friendly demeanor. Deals with newcomers personally and sets em up with their own place. He also has a pet rock named Settra

Manus' Epithet is Golem. He used it to create his own armor, be it made of stone, woods, metals, anything he's able to touch. He says that he was also able to create actual Golems, but this is not confirmed. Manus has also taken the no-epithet vow, though sometimes he does seem a bit more eager to use it than his brother.

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Ferrus & Manus [😜] aren't on bad terms, and they do talk from time to time. But they're old now and have their own things to take care of. Plus, it seems whatever might have happened in their youth may still linger in their minds

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

🔥 Ferus Manus

What a waste of a character, he had so much potential, but to show how serious the Heresy was, they killed him off.

Ask any fan to tell you about him and they will struggle to come up with anything beyond the memes.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

I wrote this post before sleeping. Of course I forgot about Fulgrim and Ferus Manus. I think the first one in the category good. While Ferus is bad (he's awesome but again don't know how to write him.

Because I forgot about them made the second poll with other primachs whom I wrote badly (it's all Tzeench's tricks)

Recently there was a post about Alpharius and Omegon. Do you know what this means? I DID IT! WE DID IT! The love triangle series is over!

I decided to do a poll to find out which primarch you liked the most. Who exactly do you think I should write posts about most often?

I will also express my opinion about the primarchs in the love triangle of the series:

Bad: Sanguinius, Magnus, Jaghatai Khan (I have no idea how to write these guys, especially the first one. That’s why they are not in the poll) Not bad: Horus, Mortarion, Vulkan, Lion, Leman Russ, Alpharius/Omegon (I don’t like a lot, but better than the previous primarchs) Good: Guilliman, Lorgar, Rogal Dorn, Angron (needs more training, but there is some understanding) Excellent: Perturabo, Corvus Corax, Konrad Curze

What's about the plans? First of all, I’ll write about Lorgar’s daughter from her father and Horus POV.

The fanfiction about Julius and the continuation about Lucius are being postponed for some time, as I want to practice more in describing smut and body horror.

I realized that I wanted to write a series of drabbles about Sevatar. I have ideas, songs for inspiration, I came up with a tone. But it takes time to see all this on "paper."

It's about space marines. What about the primarchs? Angron, Lorgar and Horus… there are ideas, but just ideas for now.

Definitely something about Perturabo (lol). I decided to make an alternative story “the desire to possess” where Perty Turbo agreed to take the remembrancer on board… needless to say, the outcome is still grim?

I’m thinking of writing Konrad/fem!Reader/Vulkan (the second one will loom in the background, the whole emphasis is on the Night Lord).

So yes. That's all my plans. Hope to fulfill them all and improve my writing skills in future.