#loyalist marines

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Where Secrets Hide

Author's note: Zaarius in Husbandry... @sleepyfan-blog and I were talking about... things. :)

Past =-= Next

Warnings: Addiction, drug withdrawal, drug use, making drugs, selling drugs, uh, so, Zaarius can use his Slannesh poison to make drugs. Has before, will do so even on Ancient Terra. Drug Claw Guy comes back into play. Let me know if I need to add any more warnings.

Summary: Zaarius is delighted to find out that some of his Clients are on Ancient Terra as well. And oh wonderful they are craving his goods and have been in withdrawal for a while. Some of them can be Quite Rude, but know to behave when he's the only reliable source that won't make it worse or more interesting and stays in one city.

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Zaarius had intergrated as best he could with this Chaos War Band, it was one of the larger ones. They mainly stayed in one city within this part of the continent of Ancient Terra.

There were several Loyalist, Renegade, and Chaos Bases in this large settlement. At first he'd been terribly sulky about the fact that the rules limited him on his expression of worship for his Deity Slannesh.

However, over the months, he'd met, to his delight some of his customers, souls he'd thought died or gone to another source of Delights. Having some of his more Loyal customers find him again, had been… temperamental.

After all, some of them were quite… complicated in their emotional reactions to their needs and desires. The Cravings that could only be satiated with his concoctions that he makes with his poisons that he'd been blessed with by Slannesh themself.

He'd not been the one to give them the low level poisons, turned drugs that they craved. But, he is one of the Known ones, in certain, circles, to be able and willing to make such Delights.

For a price, of course, nothing comes free after all, and besides, his discretion and the fact that he doesn't put in additives, unless specifically requested to, makes him a… Safer alternative then some of his more capricious and mercurial brothers.

He was humming to himself, he'd been making the next large order for one of his more temperamental, and particular clients. The high-handed and arrogant fucker did pay him very well for his services, the poison he craves, and his silence on this matter.

His discretion and his time that he's owed. He packages the Delights he's made for this particular client in a particular way. He writes the Loyal Captain's name on the carefully packaged and wrapped in brown paper Delights.

He'd found out that the particular titration level that this one preferred went excellently in chocolate. He'd made a set of chocolates in various fruit flavors as a Treat, as well as adding in the Delights.

The rest of the Delights are in the normal, boring method, a variation of rations. Getting put on ration making had been dreadfully annoying in how dull it was to make.

But, needs must, with maintaining his clientele's delicate sensibilities and getting the poison to them in a form that wasn't a glowing liquid that all but screamed the truth for all to see. Honestly, Loyalists could be such hypocrites at time!

All that damnation and disgust and hatred for Chaos, and yet, they can come to crave and need it all the same. It was … such a delicious contradiction.

He couldn't stop the wicked smile that curled round his mouth as his Chaos sharpened teeth would cause base line humans to pause as he allowed himself to chortle.

He's in civilian clothes, as a way to be more incognito, granted he's still a Chaos Marine, and still Very Noticeable, but it allowed his clients to pretend it what was happening was more… innocent in nature than what it truly was.

Hura was out of the Chaos Base, tending to some of the Loyalists for some reasons or another that he'd not been told. He shrugs a little as he heads to the location that one of his Loyal clients had requested, he wait at for the drop off.

He hums to himself a song, an earworm that he'd heard on the Radio that his darling bonded had on while they worked on cleaning their domicile.

He was, eventually, going to move in with his human. But they were still at the beginning stages of their relationship, and they tended to be a bit shy around him sometimes.

As much as the distance between himself and his Bonded ached at times, he approved, even if it made him sulk, of their caution. And it made him preen, yes, he is a very dangerous sentient creature, isn't he?

He is also magnificent and ever seeking Perfection in all of it's forms that he wants to attain. He straightens up as he hears the swift marching of Ceramite booted feet and he turns to glance and gives a friendly smile to one of his Loyal clients.

"Greetings," Zaarius purrs to the Holy Captain. "It's been a while hasn't it dear?"

"Slanneshi whore," The Loyal Captain says scowling fiercely at Zaarius. "How dare you foul this place with your very presence."

"That was rude," Zaarius says, his smile fading as he scowls at the blue eyed bastard, "And here I thought you were craving some hand made Delights."

He sees the way the Loyal Captain twitches as he mentions the word Delights. Sees the way the fire, brimstone, rage, and a whole lot of bluster fades from the others eyes. Zaarius gives him a pleasant smile and sees the way the other's hands shake minutely.

"Darling, how long has it been since you were able to have Delights?" Zaarius coos to the other Space Marine.

"I have been on Ancient Terra for a few years," He says gruffly, clenching his hands into fists a couple of times as he scowls at Zaarius and then their surroundings, "None of the other Slanneshi whores who were Noble Space Marines, have quite the right… recipe."

"You flatter me darling~" Zaarius cooes, almost flattered by the others words. "Now, do you have what I requested for payment?"

"Yes," The Loyalist says with a grumble as he pulls out a satchel and eyes him and the paper bag with the desperate gleam of someone who's unraveling at the seams. The pain of the start of Falling to Slannesh can tear at the soul and be agonizing, and not in a way that could bring Pleasure and Excess in a way that could be enjoyed.

"Why don't you snack on these Delightful Chocolates?" Zaarius says, carefully pulling out the extra Treat that he made. "Don't worry, I have your whole order properly made into rations for you. But since this is the first time, in what seems like a long time, since you've tasted Delight, I thought something excessively delicious would help."

The Loyalist stares at him sharply, assessingly as he looks between the box of chocolates and the surrounding area, and at the descreetely packaged brown paper bag full of Delights. He huffs a sigh and shoves a hand out for the box of homemade Delightful chocolates.

"Now, now," Zaarius tutted, "what do we say before taking something?"

"Give it Whore," the Loyalist Captain snarls at him.

"Hm.. Cute, but no," Zaarius says shakingh his head, "Some manners are in order, darling one."

He sees the way the other grinds his teeth and the way his ears go a charming bright red as his stone face gives away nothing, although his blue eyes darken with rage as the Captain huffs out, "please give me what I ordered.'

Zaarius hands over the box of Delightful chocolates with another grin, "See, was that so hard?"

He gets a steely eyed glare as the other opens up the box of chocolate and swiftly eats one of the chocolates. Zaarius sees the way the other's body posture relaxes, the subtle shaking and trembling subsiding and he seems to stabilize with a relieved sigh.

"Feeling better, darling?" Zaarius asks with a coo in his voice.

The other Space Marine glares at him again, and he only chuckles at the other. He continues to look over the satchel of requested payment, seeing everything is in order. He carefully hands over the rest of the Order of Delights that the Loyal Captain had ordered. Zaarius had been told by some of the other brothers and cousins who have been on Terra for a lot longer that Falling to Chaos can still happen on Ancient Terra, but it was much harder, and the process as a result was much slower.

Zaarius wondered just how much more perfect and interesting this particular Captain was going to become as his slow desent into Slaanesh's embrace happened. He alos wonders if anyone has noticed that this bastard is falling, while it has been slowed, it is still happening. Some had hypothesized that there might be a way to stop The Fall, at least on Ancient Terra.

Not that he's seen or heard of such a thing happening. but one of the many oddities and curiousities that is being upon Ancient Holy Terra. He calls out to the Captain, "make sure to send be a Vox message when you need your next dose. I usually reside within this city for large cycles of time."

"That is good to know," The Captain says his back turned to him, "As you know, I am part of a wandering band of Loyalists."

"You know," Zaarius says slyly, voice like silk and sin, "If you have some brothers in that band who are Curious, allow them a taste of the Delightful chocolate. I'd be willing to give you, and anyone you recommend for my… Services a discount."

"I am not desperate," The Captain snarls, "And I won't allow your disgusting Chaos Taint to twist those of weaker wills."

"Very well then," Zaarius says with a shrug, "It is still an offer on the table, you only need to be bold enough to sieze is darling."

The Captain gives him one, last snarl and parting words that are rude, vicious and cruel. Likely to make the loyalist feel better about going to a Slanneshi cock whore puppet for something that he definingly is addicted to but is pretending that he isn't for his own peace of mind. Or something. Over the next several days he greets some more of his clients, and they are more or less the same amount of polite to him as that Dear Captain was. None are so highly ranked as Him. But they are still wonderful souls that are starting to walk the path to Excessive Delights that is the Fall to the youngest of the Four.

[lumi-klovstad-games]

The Redemptor Roses ("Fulgrim's Faithful")

In the Grim Darkness of the Far Future, there is only war.

The return of the Emperor’s Avenging Son, Robuote Guilliman, has kindled the Era Indomitus, in which the Empire’s ailing defenses have been shored up, and glorious offensives finally undertaken against the forces of Chaos, which have long had mankind on the defensive. It is an era of hope and glory of a kind unseen since the Horus Heresy.

Yet in the dark immediately preceding Guilliman’s return, and the unveiling of the Primaris Marines, a desperate Imperium was forced to consider other, less savory prospects for restoring the Empire’s strength and filling in the holes in the Adeptus Astartes’ defenses. One of these prospects, was itself, ironically rooted in the opposing side of the Horus Heresy that had left the Empire so broken.

Guilliman had not yet returned. The Imperium did not yet know of the plans to restore the Avenging Son to life. The Space Marines were battered, Cadia had fallen, and the imperium was left reeling from the after effects of Abbaddon’s 13th Black Crusade. Gene-seed stores were, as far as anyone knew, the lowest they’d been in millennia. It was a time of darkness and desperation. In this dark time, the High Lords of Terra conspired to create a light, and it would come from a most unexpected source: the gene seed of their mortal enemy. The only gene-seed stores the Imperium retained in great quantity at this time were those of the Traitor Legions, left unused for fear of the risk that crafting new Space Marines from sources that had ultimately turned traitor might present. But, desperate times, as they say, call for desperate measures, and the need to defend the Imperium was paramount.

After much deliberation, the order was reluctantly given.

A test run.

A single Astartes Chapter, forged from the gene seed of one of the traitor Primarchs, powerful enough to be of use, but not so powerful that they couldn’t be eliminated if they Fell.

The Primarch was chosen with great care. Some, like Angron, had to be discounted out of hand – even before the collapse of the World Eaters and their Primarch into joining the Heresy, they had been possessed by an intrinsic violence. Pre-Heresy behavior had to be noted as much as their Corrupted behavior. For several years, The High Lords, Inquisition, and Adeptus Administratum scoured Imperial records that had not been used in over 10,000 years, studying their options carefully.

In the end, they came to three options: Horus Himself, Magnus the Red, or Fulgrim - the Phoenician of the Emperor’s Children. Horus was rejected - as the Warmaster of the Heresy itself, it simply raised too many concerns. Magnus was a strong contender, as his support for the Heresy only followed Leman Russ and the Space Wolves’ attempted destruction of him and his legion for an action that HAD been well intentioned for the defense of the realm. Still, his psychic potential and that of the Thousand Sons gave the High Lords pause, as it came with a strong potential for Warp Corruptions. 

Ultimately, Fulgrim was chosen. The Emperor’s Children had once been the glory of the Imperium, the only legion permitted by the Emperor to bear his own standard and his name. They had embodied all that it meant to be a Space Marine. Furthermore, Fulgrim’s corruption, and that of his legion, began on Laer, with the claiming of a Demonically Possessed blade. It was the judgment of the Inquisition many centuries earlier that, absent the corrupting effects of the Greater Daemon of Slaanesh inside the Blade of the Laer, Fulgrim’s fall could have been averted. It was therefore the hope of the High Lords that, absent such outside influences, Fulgrim’s potential descendants might live up to the best of the Emperor’s Children’s legacy while avoiding their ultimate corruption.

The crafting of the chapter was carried out in utmost secrecy, with no less than the vaunted Grey Knights themselves overseeing the security of the initial stages, while observers from the Sisters of Battle and the Ordo Malleus of the Inquisition oversaw the later stages.

The story fed to the Imperium at large was that the new Chapter was of Ultramarines descent. With the amount of existing Ultramarines Successors, it was anticipated that nobody would question or resist one more. This story was also fed to the new chapter, which was initially founded under the name “The Falcons of Calth”.

The Falcons of Calth were soon assigned to the Orders Militant of the Inquisition’s Ordo Hereticus, and often found themselves working alongside the various sisterhoods of the Sisters of Battle. The Falcons of Calth proved their value in every engagement, rising with honor and courage to become highly regarded Marines. Like the Ultramarines they believed to be their parentage, the Falcons of Calth embraced a Combined Arms and Logistics-focused method of warfare, but did so with a certain “knightly flair” that organically developed over the course of their frequent collaborations with the Sisters of Battle. They came to respect and admire the fighting women who were their closest and most frequent allies, and as the Chapter approached their 89th year of service, swore an oath to always defend and support “their cherished ladies”, and it was around this time that the emblem of the Rose first began to become prominent throughout the chapter. From this point on, the Falcons of Calth pursued a more idealized and chivalrous aesthetic and mode of behavior, finding inspiration in surviving tales of the Knightly Orders of Old, comparing them to the various Space Marine chapters in the modern day. Incorporating ancient notions of noble conduct, brotherhood, chivalry, and courtly love into their traditions, the Falcons began to diverge from their supposed Ultramarine sires, which raised some alarm among the Inquisition, who pledged to watch them more closely for signs of heretical leanings.

Ultimately, these leanings failed to manifest, and in the very month prior to the return of Roboute Guilliman, the Falcons of Calth were declared a successful trial run of the High Lords plan to produce emergency backup chapters from unused pre-heresy gene seed stocks. Guilliman’s return torpedoed the project, however. Greatly angered by the audacity of the program, he had it shut down immediately, and it was under these circumstances that the Falcons of Calth learned of their true origin when they sought approval from their “Grandfather” – Guilliman denied them, and in a rare moment of genuine fury, revealed enough that the Inquisition decided that keeping the truth from the chapter was going to become impossible in short order. Under these conditions, the decision was made to reveal the truth.

The Falcons of Calth had heard all about the Horus Heresy, of course. But to discover they were descended from the gene-seed of one of the most infamous traitors in Imperial history… that obviously landed more heavily upon the Falcons. The reveal brought a great clarity to the brothers of the Chapter, as they realized that the Sisters of Battle and the soldiers of the Ordo Hereticus, their most trusted and beloved allies, had been under orders to constantly observe them and report back, and to purge the chapter if necessary.

The Truth was a tipping point, the most vulnerable moment in the chapter’s history. Confronted with near betrayal, but most certainly breached trust and wounded pride, it would be recorded that at no other point was the chapter more at risk of turning traitor. Yet armed with full knowledge of the failures of those who came before them, and the understanding of why they had been made, the Falcons held fast to their loyalty, meeting the truth with flexibility and understanding.

Casting aside the Falcon as their sigil, they embraced the Rose, a symbol they had chosen for themselves, and one more heavily linked to the chivalrous past they sought to emulate. Little over a century after their Founding, the Falcons of Calth were no more, and the Redemptor Roses stood in their place. Sometimes referred to as “Fulgrim’s Faithful” within the Inquisition, the Roses have leaned into their Knightly visage since learning the truth of their origins. Standing by their oath to support the Sisters of Battle, they serve as true companions for the fighting women of the Ecclesiarchy, supporting them in battle, and even engaging in the tradition of courtly love off the battlefield. These self-proclaimed knights have taken it upon themself to be a model of what they believe a Space Marine should be: a consummate soldier, but more than that, a warm and protective image of nobility for the common souls of the Imperium to look up to, aspire to become, and take shelter beneath. Like the Salamanders, they prize defending the common people of the Empire. Like the Ultramarines, they seek professionalism and excellence in their conduct. And like the Blood Angels, they constantly desire to add beauty to the galaxy through art, poetry, music, and philosophy, as well as defend that beauty which already exists.

They withdrew from Calth, returning the world to the control of the Ultramarines and their successors, and established a new home world, one fit for their redemption, Quatora Prime. Located not far from the Realm of Ultramar, Quatora Prime is a world of great extremes: a single arid supercontinent surrounded by a vast, freshwater ocean. Determining this as a place from which they could establish a bastion of those knightly and aesthetic values they prized, they set about transforming a large stretch of the Northeast Coast of the Continent into a slice of a well manicured garden world, with a presently small but thriving population eager to continue the terraforming project. While life outside civilized spaces is greatly dangerous, inside those spaces is a great and rising fiefdom where citizens live in relative comfort and safety compared to the incredible risks that those outside the Garden Zone take on an everyday basis.

The Lord of Quatora Prime, Chapter Master Gautier Boudreaux, is in many ways the apex of his chapter. He is inordinately beautiful to behold, very much resembling Fulgrim in his youth. He is ambitious and eager to prove himself and his Chapter, but also compassionate and wise, and his skill in battle is second to none in his chapter. However, he is also humble, admitting his youth leaves him significant room to improve. Despite Roboute Guilliman’s disapproval, Gautier has maintained close ties with the Ultramarines, and several successor chapters, and often seeks advice and wisdom where he can from older, more experienced warriors, all the better to lead his men down a True Path which might avoid the pitfalls suffered by his fallen brothers in the Emperor’s Children. To that end, he has sought much advice and wisdom from the Blood Angels and their successors, feeling kinship in their struggle with innate flaws in their own essential selves, and their never ending need to manage and control it. 

This has given the Redemptor Roses a number of rituals, or “Sacraments”, inspired by Blood Angel rituals meant to combat The Flaw, but in the Redemptor Roses, these Sacraments have been modified, both to make the rituals their own, and because the Roses have come to believe that there was nothing wrong with their gene-seed per se, but rather that the fatal flaw had been with the mindset of the Emperor’s Children. These Sacraments serve to reinforce each Rose’s bond with his oaths, bolstering his faith, and through faith, his loyalty. The Sacraments are administered by Chapter Master Boudreaux and Master of Sanctity Maximilian Clarisseau, with support once again coming from the Adepta Sororitas. Seeing the practical spiritual value in embracing the Imperial Church, the Redemptor Roses have become closely affiliated with the Ecclesiarchy, holding fast to the teachings of the Imperial Creed to enforce spiritual discipline and encourage adherence to their oaths. Furthermore, they hold to the Codex Astartes quite seriously, looking to its rules for wisdom, guidance, and discipline. The Redemptor Roses will reach out and claim with both hands any means to uphold discipline and resist the lure of Chaos.

After several campaigns that included the Battle of the Black Scar, the Siege of Stuxuhr, the Assault of Criod, and the Ambush of Cronecht, Gautier and most of the Chapter chose to undergo the Rubicon Primaris, hoping that such a process would help them better endure any weakness inherited from their “father”. The successful ascendancy of so many of their ranks to Primaris Marines has not significantly changed their battle tactics or methodologies – they remain steadfastly Codex compliant and determined to hold fast to their oaths to the Emperor and “their cherished ladies”, though some slight aesthetic influence from the Third Legion may have slipped in; the Redemptor Roses paint their armor white and purple, with gold trim, and their Chapter standard is a gold-winged rose on a field of dark blue.

The Redemptor Roses finally won Guilliman’s respect and trust during the Indomitus Crusade, at the Second Fall of Cannaey, wherein they confronted their twisted “brothers” from the Emperor’s Children on the field of battle at long last. Whatever hope the Roses might have secretly held that the tales of the Third Legion’s debaucheries and hideous hedonism were exaggerations, or that there existed a chance that their brothers might be redeemed did not survive first contact. Confronted with the warped visages and mutated forms of those who shared in their bloodline, the Roses reacted with pure disgust, and charged forth with a fury that shocked even the most veteran soldiers of the Emperor’s Children. At Cannaey, some 200 Redemptor Roses stood against three times their number from the Emperor’s Children, but charged with righteous fury and aglow with the Emperor’s fire in their eyes, they tore through the traitor ranks, slaughtering their traitor kin to a man like they were putting down rabid animals, and while they could not save Cannaey, they managed to rescue the civilians the Emperor’s Children had kidnapped to use as slaves and outlets for their unspeakable desires, escorting them to safety with the Sisters Hospitallers, though whether these civilians could ever fully recover from their ordeal was a question the Roses were not fit to answer – being themselves unsure they could ever fully come to terms with what their treasonous brothers had become.

Cannaey did more than earn the Redemptor Roses the trust and respect of the Imperial Regent. It also served as their full initiation into the galaxy, their first true glimpse at the horrors that awaited mankind in a hostile universe, and the depths to which such madness could drive even the mighty post-human warriors of the Adeptus Astartes. Their resolve tested, tempered, and ultimately hardened like the strongest steel, the Roses declared they would be the loyal sons the Third Legion had failed to be. Where the Emperor’s Children fell into corruption, the Redemptor Roses would rise in fraternity, loyalty, and glory. They would keep the Imperium safe from the perverse seductions of Slaanesh, stamping out its influence wherever, whenever, they encountered it.

Furthermore, while not actually Ultramarines, the Roses came to the defense of Ultramar during the Plague Wars, honoring ties that, while they may have begun as a lie by the High Lords of Terra, have grown genuine indeed, with the Redemptor Roses counting the line of Guilliman as dearer brothers than they would ever consider their actual kin.

From their new home world of Quatora Prime, the Redemptor Roses are knights overseeing a glittering kingdom, a world of beauty and art. They have risen from the din and grunge of traitorous gene-seeds to become cultured aesthetes and philosophers who invoke ancient traditions of nobility, chivalry, and virtue, and they hold fast to Imperial truths, and with the full knowledge of their treacherous origins, hold faster still to the friends and allies they have made – be it the Chambers Militant of the Inquisition, the Sisters of Battle, the Ultramarines and their descendants, or the Blood Angels and their myriad successors. The Roses see a universe of horrors, and are dedicated to not just rooting out corruption and deformity, but also preserving that which is still beautiful and good within it, while struggling to add further beauty and goodness back in. While the arrival of the Primaris Marines and Unnumbered Sons solved the very problem they were created to address, leaving them as a unique chapter that stands alone in their origin, they have shown the galaxy that the Sins of the Father remain with the Father; they do NOT pass to his sons. Whatever those who came before them might have become, the Redemptor Roses are determined to avoid the Fall, and have become the very image of the best of the Space Marines.

Call them the Falcons of Calth, Fulgrim’s Faithful, or Redemptor Roses… just don’t call them traitors, for none stand more loyal to the Emperor and his realm than the Redemptor Roses. They see a great future ahead for the Empire, and marshal towards it with their battle cry:

“Porro! Aurea enim via praecedit!”

“Onwards! For the Golden Way is ahead!”

[wh40kartwork]

Blood Angels

by fat-elf

[jacobpking]

THE PRIMARCHS - Sons of the Emperor (NEW!) I've made a bunch of tweaks and improvements to my Primarch chart, including a bigger key, better lighting and shading and better contrast. With this project, I wanted a diverse set of Primarchs to reflect more of the human race. - Dorn as an Inuit - Lorgar as Levantine (Christ) - Alpharius as Persian (Order of Assassins) - Corax as Native American (Cree) - Horus & Magnus as Egyptian With better lighting I can show that vision more clearly

[msflora-lynn]

Mechanicum Borealis Gazing

Original: lilalienz4ever (twitter)

Horus Heresy: The Thousand Sons (Book 2)

:( I really like this scene, guys. I really like it...

[noxassula]

Gotta share my Carcharodons here as well! This fella is named Kaivor or just Kai for short. I have a couple more wips and art pieces of him that I'll share soon. Also this is just my little headcanons for what they look like unarmored!

[mistresssheo]

I don't think the Codex Astartes supports this action. But f*ck it! I think Astartes should also have glittering capes! :D

[jollycryptid]

First time painting a mini from scratch & I used cheap acrylics I had.

[vasacryptec]

Sanguinary Guard

[wolframtheregulator]

Thunderbirds Flakur Pæth, 1st Demi-Chapter, 7th Reserve Company, Envoy to Inquisitor Bru’Tus Damascan of the Ordo Diviticus:

Being the only Imperial Chapter currently active in the Barbatos Divide, the Thunderbirds have become no stranger to sending lone marines to work alongside humans in the sector. Especially important ones such as the foremost prominent Inquisitor operating within the sector. Their jobs become that of a liaison reporting information back to the Chapter while performing clandestine missions that, usually, coincide with the assistance of whoever they have been assigned to. Having recently been removed from Battle Line Company Three, Pæth is now deployed to work alongside Inquisitor Bru’Tus. Despite the importance of his mission the marine has shown some protest to his station, believing his effort to be better spent serving on the front lines against the Mors Dictares.

[nightscalestudio]

Final test Horus Heresy Blood Angel. Veteran version from Nightscale studio. C+C is welcome. I remind that a complete tutorial on Horus Heresy Blood Angels can be found on our Patreon. painting tutorials: https://www.patreon.com/Nightscalestudio

[farsight-the-char]

40k's first Amazon episode will be part of an Anthology (Secret Level) made by Love Death Robot's team.

Starting Titus of the "Space Marine" game fame.

[lumi-klovstad-games]

So I have a headcanon that Roboute Guilliman has accidentally slipped and called Gautier Boudreaux (my chapter master for my fanon Redemptor Roses) "Brother" on several occasions because G-Man is so chronically overworked and tired and Gautier looks SO MUCH like a Young Fulgrim that Guilliman just… occasionally forgets.

For his part, Gautier tries to take it in stride, because on one hand he knows what Fulgrim became, but on the other hand, those slip ups show just how much Guilliman misses that time when all the brothers were united.

For his part, Gautier (and the rest of the Redemptor Roses) insists on calling Guilliman "Uncle" because dammit, his chapter spent the first few decades of their duty believing they were Sons of Ultramar, and having seen what their actual "brothers" in the Emperor's Children became, still consider themselves Ultramarine descendants in spirit, if not actuality.

[wh40kartwork]

by Darya Rudakova

[jacobpking]

THE PRIMARCHS - Sons of the Emperor A month-long project that took a LOT of hours and a lot of research. For the Primarchs? it's worth it

[msflora-lynn]

𓆣 SIX CULT CAPTAINS OF THE THOUSAND SONS 𓆣

(At least my headcanon on how they look like? Aside from Phosis T'Kar, no one really have any official physical appearance described in the lore.)

Update: I am a fraud, turns out H.M was blonde. But let that slide...

Individual portraits:

Khalopis (Pyrae) & Ahzek Ahriman (Corvidae)

Phosis T'Kar (Raptora) & Hathor Maat (Pavoni)

Aqhet Hakoris (Aquilae) & Baleq Uthizzar (Athanaean)

Did you know? Aquilae cult was never formally formed because they specifically dwell into Warp research, and the members was scattered through the legion by Magnus because the research was deemed too dangerous.

Lastly...

The babygirl Crimson King himself -`♡´-, smiling gently at you.

Q: Hey MsFlora, why are they shirtless? A: I like sexy men.