#primarch offspring

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@lemon-russ @ms--lobotomy @beckyninja

Konrad Curzes child is sitting with their parents. Both parents have long hair and the child pulls at their mothers hair to get her attention. The child is gently told not to do that because "Mommy is a bit more fragile than a primarch, that hurts mommy." The child looks up with those big wide eyes and nods in understanding and apoligizes. Then turns around and yanks Konrads hair with full force.

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Two things about your primarch daughter posts just to not spam you.

I know you said he tries and all that. But it's so hard not to feel enraged at Dorn. There's being emotionally inept and then there's not trying. He reads like someone who dosen't TRY. He would have seen something. The kind of parent who never tells his child he loves them or he's proud of them? not sure what parental books he would find that didn't mention that and even then he would have to twist the words so hard to mean "actually I should just feed and clothe her, she'll know". I mean a parent child relationship where the CHILD "gives more than she recieves"? I want to slap him. It's the same feeling I get reading those reader or oc inserts where he's emotionally unavailble to his partner and I don't know if you've seen it since it mostly floats around 4chan spaces and 1d4/1d6chan. But that copypasta where someone talks about how others find Dorn boring but to them he's like that quiet family man at work who dosen't engage in watercooler talk and kinda opens up to his sons and I'm just wondering "wtf is his relationship with the mother" since she's never mentioned. Only with someone emotionally neglecting a child instead of a partner it is much worse. With partners I'm just thinking "leave his ass".

Thankfully I don't think he's THAT bad in canon and the fandom has flandarized him a bit. This is the same man who called Sigismund his "most beloved son" and lined the insides of his armor with fur to never forget the humanity of his grandfather or something along those lines.

On the other hand there's this bit in Echoes of Eternity before Sanguinius dies:

Dorn didn’t know what to say, when nothing seemed worth saying. He was not made for exchanges like these. Many thought him cold in these moments, even heartless, but he was neither. It was purely that defeat was alien to him, as was the quality of emotion shining in Sanguinius’ gaze. What was worth saying when no words were necessary? What did one say to a brother you barely knew, who had nevertheless fought beside you from the beginning to the end? Sanguinius had the answer without even needing to consider the question. ‘Farewell, Rogal.’ The Angel rose to his feet, and the holo tracked upward with him. ‘If we do not meet again in the flesh, know that it was an honour, being your brother.’ The Praetorian nodded to the Angel, wanting the right words, searching for them, and not finding them. The silence stretched out. It dragged. Sanguinius smiled, knowing. The hololith blinked away.

(For the people who like primarch x primarch I thinks there's great potential in Dorn having unrequited feelings for Sanguinius but that's a tangent). Yeah the man is emotionally constipated but he does TRY and in the time as well as the responsibility that comes with parenthood I think, can nearly garentee he would have expressed himself (side note but how the hell did he even get laid if he was this cold?)

Konrad. I know you most likely just didn't consider this (god that sounded unintentionally dickish, not like that, just that you mentioned not having considered the mother before) but I am a little gremlin for "LORE". What about handing the kid of to the mom instead of Vulkan unless mommy met some tragic end? In my oc verse (I'm not bringing that up to enforce lore, I'm saying this because these ideas are free for anyone who wants to build of of them) I intentionally made it so that Konrads waifu came from a family that was both large and tightnit (and relatively wealthy) so that even if Konrad went AWOL or just needed help there WAS that support network of uncles/aunts and grandparents to help. Even if the emotional support network on the fathers side was…. litterally noone. Or perhaps Konrad decided their must be primarch/astartes level protection, which would be smart, and didn't trust himself so "Primarch, but not me" was (to him) the best solution? That would be interesting as hell as a concept.

Primarchs + Daughters (2)

Finally finished the damn part two. Been kinda busy here and there with my new job but lo and behold, the one yall asked for. Soon enough, yall find out why it took me a while writing this one for the two main guys I had to add here.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Konrad Curze

A’right, I’ll open this one with the fact we all know that this man shouldn’t even be legally allowed to have children. I’m gonna be real for a hot second and admit that I stared at the screen for HOURS not knowing what to write because any poor little girl that is born from this guy will have the dubious privilege of being the most sheltered and hidden secret the Primarch ever kept close. With all those visions of death and inevitable doom mixed with the sudden power rush that fatherhood gave him, it left in its wake a perfect storm for this lunatic to develop a paranoid and obsessive need (NEED) to keep his daughter safe; something hard to achieve when he already knows the essence of his Legion. His fatalistic nature regarding his own future would suddenly clash violently with the Primarch’s new found protective stance concerning his child. It's almost sad to consider that this poor man GENUINELY wished to avoid becoming the monster his visions showed, but knowing that he’ll be balancing in the thin line of one day hurting his precious girl (or worse than that) it'll put him in the hard decision of having to let go of her eventually. He is no Perturabo, for that matter. In the rare and far away moments of lucidity, I can see Konrad choosing to protect the innocence and life of his child by trusting in the last person ANYONE might expect the Night Hunter would seek help: Vulkan. Honestly this is just plain sad, man.

Sanguinius

This is it! The golden boy, yall! We all know the kind of person Sanguinius is, but add a precious little daughter in the equation and all you get is the perfect example of textbook girl dad. No matter how busy this man is, somehow he’ll squish some playtime with his baby and enjoy every bit of it. Seriously, this guy acting like a dedicated father is worth being in a stockphoto image. His baby girl asks him to play tea party? Some astartes will find their Primarch hunched over, awkwardly holding a comically small cup between his thumb and index while his precious princess pretends to pour more tea for herself. The daughter of Sanguinius doesn't go a single day without knowing that her papa loves her a lot and when the man isn’t around, the Blood Angels Legion are close to keep her company to the point that even she calls them ‘big brothers’. No one is safe when she wants to play dress-up. The single problem I see with Sanguinius when raising his little girl is that he sins of being completely oblivious to the more mortal side of his daughter’s needs. He easily gets so wrapped up in his role of The Perfect Angel that he doesn’t realize his tiny princess has boundaries that are being constantly crossed, but since she feels the need to prove that she can be like her father, endures all those problems and refuses to seek help about anything. It becomes a kind of toxic mix considering how much Sanguinius is loved and adored by others, to the point that his daughter becomes like a coveted gem too by relation, making her need to prove her own ‘perfection’ an unconscious action the older she grows. I’m not even gonna touch with a ten feet pole the “fun fact” called the Red Thirst on this one because, let's be fair, that would require for me to write more than 3 pages with ONLY Sanguinius and his daughter in the spotlight and that’s only assuming his baby girl didn’t inherit it. I specialized in visual arts and marketing, not psychology jfc.

Ferrus Manus

It took me a while but after some investigating and more reading I can safely put this man in between the Papa-tier and ‘tough love’ guys. His practical mentality and belief of the strongest are (oddly enough) healthily separated from his parenting skills. This is one of the few Primarch that can see their daughter as an individual of their own and makes sure to be as present as possible in her life but the loyalty of this man to the Emperor is his own flaw. Not in the case that he’ll choose the Imperium before his little girl, but because it’ll put him in the dreading and guilty notion that he’ll always prioritize his daughter despite his oath to serve for the Great Crusade. Most of his brothers (except maybe Jaghatai and Konrad) just assume or don’t even think about the long term future of their daughters or simply presume that they will become a great part of the Imperium’s well oiled structure. Not exactly their fault since they never grew up with anything resembling normal. On the brighter and wholesome side (whiplash change!), this is a man who finds handmade gifts more meaningful and always makes sure to explain the reason behind them mostly out of the enjoyment of watching his little princess look so amazed at her papa’s skills. More often than not, Ferrus’ belief of the strongest would falter a little as he perceives the true fragile nature of his daughter and, even if she share the resilient blood of a Primarch, that isn’t enough to convince him that she isn’t vulnerable but instead of letting the worry fester, he’ll try to teach the girl the art of fighting. That’s where the ‘tough love’ kind of guy I mentioned comes out to light. He will not spare kind words during those moments of teaching, as he wishes for his princess to prevail any difficulty but he’ll make sure to always end any sort of training with “I love you so much that the idea of one day not being there to protect you, pains me beyond any form” to make sure that his harsh actions have a reason behind. Honestly, it's the kind of father-daughter relationship that possesses so many shades that makes its own drama novel. Good thing that uncle Fulgrim is always there to smooth the hard edges that may come in the future and makes up for the lack of spoiling the little girl deserves. Ferrus is not amused by it. Forgot to mention that the Primarch will be even more motivated to take off the metal of his hands, for he has yet to truly feel the warm and soft flesh of his baby’s hand. It's the one feeling he keeps missing and craves so much.

Angron

Oh man, another of the hard ones. Okay, if I managed with Konrad, I can tackle this bitch too. You need to comprehend that we are talking about a guy that has been so intimate with the meaning of pain that it's amazing he’ll be capable of ranging through other emotions that don’t involve fury into that combo too. That being said, this whole shitshow of being the father of a young girl can only be described as sad AND tragic. First off, Angron’s daughter wouldn’t even be allowed to leave her chambers at The Conqueror for obvious safety reasons and having her stay on Terra can’t be an option too, as Angron would rather be death than leave in a silver plate this one single pittance of good he helped to create under the light of the Emperor. That being said, any little girl born from Angron would be terribly isolated and one can’t even blame the Primarch for that as he, despite his disposition, finds his daughter as a genuine reflection of what he could never ever dream to have or be. That sometimes results in him feeling short and spontaneous moments of anger from the impotence of not being able to be close to his daughter, let alone console her with anything resembling compassion. This is a man that is horribly aware that he’s away from one sharp stab of the Nails to his brain to end up killing his little girl in one single swat of his hand. The moments of anything resembling fatherly love are few and very tense, for Angron has to constantly be focused on not letting the pain control his actions and that always looks as if he’s dismissing his child’s love language or actions. What else can I say that most people don’t know already? This is just a sad story waiting to end in tragedy and had it not been for how Sanguinius ended during the heresy, I can see The Great Angel taking Angron’s daughter under his care as the only consolation and promise to his corrupted brother before his demise. After becoming a Daemon Prince, Angron’s only genuine and foggy memory of his little girl is her crying while calling him with heavy despair. Goddamn I almost tear up with this one.

Roboute Guilliman

Look at my big nerd! One of the few guys that actually is humble enough to feel more human than any of his brothers… sometimes. I gotta say it, Roboute has the vibe of what happens when someone incredibly autistic suddenly becomes a parent; expect lots of books to try and be prepared for what entails to take care of a mortal baby. He’ll have a wholeass strict routine of activities and diets that you AND the baby must follow to ensure both of your health along with “fun facts” regarding a toddler’s development that half of the time lack the keyword ‘fun’ in there. Honestly, Euten will be a BLESSING sent, for she’ll be the one railing back the most extreme attempts of her adoptive son to try and raise his little princess like she was just another task of paperwork. Over all his quirks, the Primarch of the Ultramarines is absolutely trying his hardest to be a good father just as the one that raised him, but this is a man that half of the time ends up clumsily trying to spend time with his little girl only for it to backfire as he simply doesn’t understand how to entertain his daughter. Good thing the child will simply be happy to spend time with her papa despite his weird personality. More often than not, some of the astartes will see the young lady at her father’s chambers in a little booster chair beside him, doodling on some papers to pretend that she’s a big girl helping her papa with his very important job. It's probably the most adorable sight anyone can ever get the chance to see. Just like most of his brothers, Roboute isn’t that good at expressing his love towards his daughter with words, so he simply let his little princess be on his lap and hug her as if it will be the last time.

Mortarion

I’ve written enough of this man being a father that you all can get a wild idea of how he will be when confronted with parenthood. Even if he believes himself to be undeserving of anything resembling happiness thanks to his perception of being nothing but a tool of the Emperor, this guy will only need to see his precious little flower and feel like everything in the world can be forgotten, including his ever festering negative emotions. His daughter is the single light of love that he selfilish believes is his right after such torturous upbringing although that mentality rarely affects his princess, as he simply shows nothing but care and tenderness towards her. He may be a nervous trainwreck, fully aware that his Legion and himself aren’t exactly safe-hazardous, but that never has stopped him from doing his utmost best to protect the little girl from anything that may hurt her. Like most of his traitorous brothers, Mortarion would not hesitate to bring entire worlds into devastation if it meant that his family can be safe, even if that’ll end up making a terrible gap to grow between him and those he loves. It's quite terrible and sad to know that, unlike Fulgrim or Angron, Mortarion was the closest to his daughter and showered her with as much genuine love as he could in an attempt to avoid being anything like his supposed father (adopted or creator equally), so when he turned into a Daemon Prince, the festering and rotting resentment that consumes him sometimes simmers down when he remembers the laugh of joy his little princess often released when he would carry her up in his arms. Oh yes, some good ol’ gut-wrenching emotional damage, teehee.

I will not apologize for being a mean bitch by writing sad shit. XOXO

[thethronezone]

Love the father Primarch series. Keeps getting better.

The schooling bit did get me wondering how said Primarchs would react if they discovered they had a kid they hadn’t known about for whatever reason.

Mortarion tries to convince himself that it was better this way. He's not ... father-material. Surely, he would have made for an awful parent, ruined this child like his adoptive father ruined him. Yet his heart won't stop aching and raging inside his chest because what if? What if he had raised them? What if he had been given the chance? It's the way that chance was taken away from him that makes him feel like he's been robbed. And what about the child, his child? Do they feel the same? Or do they already loathe him? The thought of finding out scares him.

Fulgrim is caught between admiring his newly discovered offspring and seething with outrage over the fact that they were hidden from him. Look at them, perfect in every way. Why would someone hide them from him? Fulgrim would have approached fatherhood with open arms, would have treasured every moment and yet... those were stolen. All of it, taken from him, without him even knowing. But now he does know and Fulgrim promises, he's going to prove to everyone that he can still be a father.

In some distant past, Angron might have considered becoming a father at some point in his life, but that fantasy had been torn apart the same moment the nails were plunged into his skull. After that, he never even considered the possibility. Yet here they are, his child. And Angron rages. Not at the child, they haven't done anything wrong, even he can recognize that. But he feels hurt. Betrayed. Confused. And deep in his heart, frightened. Because what does he do now? He's not prepared for this, he does not know what to do or how to be a father. All these emotions turn into violent anger.

Magnus senses them before he sees them. He feels their soul and his heart aches over how similar it feels to his own. And then he sees them, a child sharing his red skin, and what little doubt there might have been in his mind disappears without a trace. He wants to get to know them, wants them to know him, wants to teach and nurture them, watch them grow. But Magnus is a proud, proud man and while he genuinely wants to get to know his child, he just can't let go of his proud, making it hard for him to truly connect with them.

Rather than angered, Perturabo's first reaction is one of frustration. Because this was not part of the plan. He never planned on having children and now he's suddenly got one? What is he supposed to do with it? It's only after he comes to terms with the fact that he's apparently a father than the rage sets in. Perturabo might not have wanted children but who had the gall to take that choice from him? To deny him the right to his own flesh and blood? It's the lack of control that angers him the most.

Who's child is it? Alpharius or Omegon's? They aren't sure, identical as they are. Omegon secretly hopes its his. Just this one thing that he's got that Alpharius doesn't. Alpharius knows this but doesn't mind and truly doesn't care who's the 'real' father. In the end, the child belongs to both of them. They are both are less angered by being lied to and more curious as to how they didn't learn of this sooner. They take pride in knowing everything about their surroundings, about being aware of every little detail. The fact that this went hidden for as long as it did is both intriguing and slightly infuriating. Will subtly infiltrate the child's life before they reveal themselves.

Lorgar tries to rationalize this as some sort of divine trial. It's the only way he can make sense of the situation and not get consumed by his feelings of anger and grief. No, he has to believe that there's some sort of deeper meaning and purpose being this, otherwise, why torment him like this? He already loves his child, treasures them, and he's only known of their existence for the briefest of moments. To imagine that they have been out there all along, that he's missed so much of their life already... It's a test of faith, Lorgar reminds himself. A holy trial, he says as his fingers dig into the surface of the table, leaving behind thick grooves.

Horus always wanted to be a father. And while he loves his legion, his astartes, they are not really his. He didn't raise them, he didn't cradle them in his arms when they were just a babe, didn't tuck them into bed. And Horus thought he would never get that. Yet here they are, his child. His blood and flesh. And before today, he didn't even know they existed. He is happy. He's angry. Sad, disappointed, overwhelmed. Someone kept them from him. Lied to him. It makes him want to kill someone. Depending on how old the kid is, how long they have been kept a secret, he just might. For now, he's got so much to catch up on.

I will not lie, Konrad will probably kill the mom for hiding away his kid all this time. And then he will spend a long time just staring at his child, blood still fresh on his face. They look so much like him, it both unsettles him and soothes some primal part of his brain that recognizes them as his offspring. But just how deep are the similarities? Is it just the surface or are they like him, twisted and broken on a fundamental level? He'd probably lock them away somewhere, a safe place where he doesn't have to see them, not because hates them (he doesn't) but because he's afraid of what he'll possibly see when he looks into their eyes.

Sanguinius has only known them for but a brief moment and he already adores them. It's not just because they looks so much like him, it's the future he sees when he looks at them. In a way, it feels like he already knows them. But they don't know him and oh, doesn't that just break his heart? To them, he's just a stranger, a man they happen to share half their blood with. That's why, Sanguinius tries not to be pushy and overwhelming with his affection, despite how much he yearns to spoil his child. He will take this nice and slow, proving himself to them as both a human being and as a father.

For some time, Corvus considers if he should just let them go. As much as this situation pains him, as betrayed as he feels, he genuinely questions if this was maybe for the child's best interest. Could he even be a proper father? Would they be happier without him in their life? Corvus hesitates. Doubts himself. Shoves his own feelings to the side as he focuses on what's truly best for his child. His child. He isn't sure what's worse. The fact that he's never even met them or that he's already ready to do anything for them, just to see them safe and happy.

It's about responsibility, Ferrus thinks. He needs to do what's right and that's to teach this child who's undoubtedly inherited too much of him. Are they strong? Fast? Durable? Intelligent? They need to learn control. And that's where he comes in. That's all there is to it. That's how he justifies bringing them into his fold. Ferrus doesn't need to be a father, he doesn't need to nurture or raise them. He doesn't even know where he would start with that. He couldn't... He can't raise a child. It was probably for the better that they were kept from him, he wouldn't have been a good father. Telling himself this makes it easier for Ferrus to come to terms with the fact that he's essentially missed out on his child's entire life.

Rogal is very displeased. Not with the fact that he has a child, that he accepts fairly quickly, but that they have been kept from him. He feels like its an injustice, that he's been lied and deceived. Robbed. But Rogal does not dwell on those feelings. Those will bring him nothing of fruition. No, what he does instead is focus on the present and the future. Rogal will bring his child into his fold and he will raise them like he was supposed to do from the beginning. He will be the father he's supposed to be and he will do this child right.

Vulkan feels like an awful human being and some irrational part of him blames himself. The fact that all this time, he had a child he didn't even know existed. He can't stop thinking about all those lost moments, the time he's missed out on. He feels like he should have known, somehow. Wants nothing more than to make up for lost time and get to know his kid. Practically throws himself into fatherhood, accepts it immediately though his enthusiasm and unconditional love can be slightly intimidating for someone who doesn't know him.

"They've got my eyes." That's all Lion can think when he comes face to face with his secret child for the first time. He recognizes other features as well, things like posture and expression. So much like him, but also not. He does not know how to feel about it. Part of him feels outraged. Furious. He's been lied to, deceived and the thought of it makes him want to hurt someone- But he won't, because he's not a beast. No, apparently, he's a father and while there's a lot of emotions there that Lion does not have the time to unpack, he knows one thing for sure; parenthood is a duty and he's always fulfilled his.

Even if Leman was blind, he'd still know the kid is his. He can smell it on them, parts of his own scent. Every Space Wolf has some of Leman's scent but with this kid, HIS kid, it's stronger. And once he figures out that he's a father? Yeah, he's taking this kid back with him to Fenris. Doesn't care if he's got to drag them there kicking and screaming, he's going to raise his kid in the way he thinks they should be raised. Tries to focus on the future so not to think about the past and the fact that someone HID HIS OWN FLESH AND BLOOD FROM HIM because that will only cause him to rage and fester in hatred.

Jaghatai feels robbed. He knows he would have loved being told that he was going to become a father, would have looked forward to all those moments where he could raise his child and watch them navigate in the world around them. And while Jaghatai will make sure to have his justice, that's not what's on the forefront of his mind. No, his child is. Because strangers as they may be to one another, they are still family, they are still his blood, and Jaghatai still thinks he's got the chance to be a father. Everything is not lost and it's better to start late than never.

Poor Roboute. On the outside, he's professional, dignified in regards to this startling revelation. Barely a twitch on his face as he learns that he's got a child, a child that's been kept a secret from him for years. But inside, he's a mess of emotions. He feels lost, betrayed, angry, sad. But he can't express any of that because people are looking at him and expects so much. So, while his heart aches and screams for answers, he calmly tells his aides to bring the child to him, with a full Ultramarine escort, of course. It's only when Roboute is alone that he buries his face in his hands and allows his emotions to run their course.

[tagedeszorns]

Thinking about Fulgrim constantly getting attacked by his offspring

It's so funny to me. The primarch handcrafted to be adored gets into way more (serious) fights with his sons than any other of his brothers.

(Angron doesn't count)

They gang up on him (the Captains), they scream at him and hit him (Eidolon), they try to turn him into a pincushion and - again - hit him (Fabius) ...

In conclusion: I love the Emperor's Children so much. They are peak dysfunctional family.

[plague-b0ii]

So we all know Fulgrim was married, multiple times.

Its also stated that these were always political. And even tho he loved some, he forced himself to stop loving them.

“Love was a weakness I could ill afford in those days. A billion lives rested on my shoulders, and any hesitation on my part would have doomed them all irrevocably.”

But may I introduce you to another idea…Fulgrim being in arranged lavender marriages.

Marring a Woman and bringing her and her closest maid👀 (if yk what I mean) to chemos where they can live in piece while he’s out doing the emperors work.

It was never clarified in what way he loved them, neither did he have any offspring (which could be contributed to primarchs being generally steril).

Also, just Look at Fulgrim, look at that diva. Wearing make up,pretty boy AND his legions Color is purple? Please that man is as straight as a circle

[moodymisty]

The reason astartes call themselves “demigods” is because they’re the sons of a primarch. But I think that in the case of you being Lorgar’s beloved, the meaning behind the term “demigod” would change for the word bearers legion.

Cause their dad’s weird obsessive worshipping behaviour of you would heavily influence them. And in turn they would see themselves as demigods not because they are Lorgar’s sons, but because they are your sons. To them and a good percentage of the people of the imperium you are a goddess in all but name, and at the end of the heresy you’re seen as Chaos Incarnate herself. Yes Lorgar is holy and good and powerful, but he’s only a simple worshipper compared to you. You are the guiding light of the legion, you are a deity of unbridled power, and you are someone who looked upon their father and oh so kindly gifted their family with your presence and love.

Lorgar talks about how he wants his future child to look more like you than him. And in a way the word bearers share his sentiment, though somewhat differently. Because many of them pray in the silence of their rooms, quiet murmurs to the chaos gods to change their form not into that of horned beasts or winged creatures, but into something that more resembles you. Their requests are simple, a change of hair colour, or tone of voice, or so that their eyes look more like yours. When they became space marines their forms were changed to resemble their father, and now they wish to show the other half of their parentage. So that any and all who gaze upon them can see that they are the offspring of a god.

Basically what I’m saying is that the word bearers would be total mama’s boys.

mamas boys Word Bearers! I love this so much;;

The idea of htem actually wanting to look somewhat like you, their goddess and the goddess of their father, is an interesting take. We always talk about how Lorgar is with all the goddess talk, but we haven't gone into much how his Word Bearers would take to that stuff.

[adhd-fandom-hyperfocus]

Heads up this post will contain mentions/comparisons of SA and forced breeding:

This has been something worming about in my head for a bit. I know those of us writing the smut fiction have a good number of the primarchs with breeding kinks, aware of or otherwise. And it got me thinking "why?"

Like it makes sense, but why? Outside of "it makes my brain go buurr"

And for me, at least, is what I feel. A comment made it snap into place: the only form a reproduction a space marine knows is his gene-seed being harvested to make new Astsrtes.

The primarachs all without a choice had their DNA used to make their "sons". There was no autonomy in what they wanted. While they weren't bred say how most narratives are used. Or assaulted in the traditional sense. They were voiceless in this. All done before they were even found. Maybe before they were even adults. "Fathers" before they were even a teen.

The space marines are genetically altered and in a sense a twisted form of offspring to the Primarchs. One that isn't birth, but created in a cold lab, and more vicious than any birth. Many never allowed to remember those who made the body and soul. The actual mother and father.

The primarachs are thieves who steal children to be their own in some twisted idea of family, but only on the surface. Because tools don't have families.

So the idea to make a child, because they want it. Not because it's how it is, or required. That someone wants to create a life that won't be brain washed, and forces to take on aspects of them through science and manipulation.

Something with a mind of its own, and will love them, not because they have to, but want to. And I feel like primarchs like Lion and Guilliman, this could become more apparent as I see their time in stasis, has, I think, caused a level individuality to emerge and growth.

Mostly in Guilliman, who always looked forward to a time when he wasn't needed to fight wars constantly.

[meangreennunseen]

Since i read some posts about Primarchs (somehow) managing to have biological offspring, and I am just trying to imagine how powerful those kids would be.

Tbh I feel it's possible Junior Primarch would be close power level to your traditional Adeptus Astartes: tall, probs around 6-7 feet tall, jacked (both sons and daughters) and physically strong. Also probs would have their Father's ability to regenerate over time and would inhertin the unique gift of their Father given to them by Emperor and also genetic mutations their Father posessed (if they posessed any). To add I also think Primarch Jr. would also age super slowly, that 1000 years would feel to them like few days.

Tho also because other parent (most likely) would be human, child would have some human "weaknesses" in them, such as only one set of vital organs, and not as perfect genetic make-up as their Primarch parent, more leaning to human side of things. Natural, with flaws.

Primarch child basically would be your naturally born astartes from physical build, with more humanity in them (soul instead of Primarch warp magic thingy inside), but also pretty huge potential to become nearly as powerful as their Father over the centuries spent in galaxy.

Idk, just my headcanons tho.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

I am genuinely curious, when I made my last post I saw that a couple of us had some OCs that were the offspring of Primarchs. So I gotta ask, How many of you guys have OC children of the Primarchs and which Primarch is it that's giving grandkids to old Big E? For myself, Sanguinius has Lilith that is both greatly loved and the source of so many panic attacks because baby birb's fav uncles are Fulgrim and Leman. Usually ends up dirty with either one; paints with Fulgrim and dirt with Leman.

[artemisareia]

Konor the Younger, Son of Illyria

above is a bust of Konor that sits in Roboute's office

Who is Konor? He is the son of Roboute Guilliman and Gordana, lady of Illyria

Why is Konor? Roboute got a political marriage foisted on him to cement his taking of Illyria. While the marriage started out rocky, him and Gordana found a way to make it work ad even fell in love. One thing that neither of them had expected was that Gordana would get pregnant, but they were very happy about it.

When the Massive Baby was born he was named after Roboutes late father, Consul Konor. Konor junior grew up surprisingly slow, at least compared to his father. In truth he developed as the same speed as a baseline, just starting out at a larger size and continued to grow until he was 2.3 meters tall. "Prime banging your head into everything size" The only thing his mother seems to have given him is his dark brown hair and eyes and a love for strong alcohol. Which has almost nothing to do with his mother and a lot more to do with the Dysfunctionality of the Imperial Family.

He was raised on Macragge by his parents and got the best education possible. Konor has a knack for understanding people and relating to them. When the Emperor found Roboute Konor was right behind him, making for quite the surprise. Sufficed to say He was not happy that a primarch could have biological offspring. sucks to be him, Konor wasn't the only one, just the first to be revealed.

Where was Konor?

During the Great Crusade. Usually in unofficial command of around a quarter of the Ultramarine legion. Alternatively he tasked himself with reviewing legal codes of more 'barbaric' newly compliant worlds or running logistic operations for the legions that were less inclined to pay attention to such matters. If he had the time he would visit the neophytes, his littlest brothers, as he would call them.

During the Heresy. Stuck with his father in Ultramar. Poor little war criminal Lion el'Johnson had to deal with two Guillimans that didn't approve of bombing civilian populations. He bonded with Sanguineus over Imperium Secundus being a shite idea.

After the Heresy and the Breaking of the Legions into chapters he founded his own chapter that are totally using Roboute's geneseed. When the traitors that had fled started to become a serious threat again Konor tried to undo his father's decision and reunite the legions, arguing that the Codex was a book for peaceful times. That did not go over well with the other Ultramarine successor chapters. This situation made for very awkward family reunions on later dates.

Didn't notice the ecclesiarchy building up power and influence in the imperium until it was too late and the newest recruits were left wondering where the chapel on the Strength of Illyria was. He despises the Church, almost more that Roboute. Konor blames himself for not noticing how bad the worship of his Grandfather had become.

Somewhere in the 500's M37 he was fatally wounded in a battle against Orks and entombed in a dreadnought. The command of the Illyrian Shields chapter passed to his lover and second in command Stjepan Borac.

Lets end with where they are now, mentally, emotionally and physically. Konor is currently entombed in a dreadnought. He only would only wake for Stjepan who has since passed away. His mind is slowly but steadily crumbling in the manner of all Dreadnoughts. Maybe he would wake up if his father came to him, but Roboute does not know his son is still… around. Alive is the wrong word to use there.

Maybe it would be kinder to Roboute if he did not know.

[green-square-anon]

It was the most innocent thing that had revealed her then, something said by a child not understanding the gravitas of the implication. She had been visting a planet that knew she was the pratorians child but did not know the... storied history of her mother. Wearing gloves and a cloak, walking among the nobles, surrounded by imperial fists on all sides as always. Common babysitters they were. When someone had said something about parents and height, something about husbands leaning down to kiss their wives,

But her mother was taller than her father? She had asked, out loud.

[candyswirls]

Posted it in the community but not here

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Okay I really love @/jaghatai-khock’s Varska and I cannot imagine Leman having child who talks and I decided to have the warp give another baby to another Primarch and came up with Garm today.

The warp ebbed and flowed around him, screaming at his minds desire to be back in his original form.

The landscape shifted and crackled. He smell the various mirrored scents of the materium and the stench of devious warp beings.

Long had he learned to focus and pick out specific ones from the overwhelming swarm.

His ears flicked at hearing one of his leg plates rattle. Had he not had to modify enough of his armor? Curse these mutations. They had their advantages but he despised the problems they caused. He’d lost multiple parts of his armor.

He barred his teeth to nothing in particular as he tried to curb his anger. He was still the Russ. Especially now with more��� canine features.

He paused. He could only hear the natural crackle of the warp. He waited a few more seconds and his eye twitched.

He tried calling out, “Garm!”

No answer.

He sighed and let out a deep grunt, almost a bark, in the direction he came from.

He huffed, thinking he’d have to go find his brat before he heard the pitter patter of small legs running.

A streak of peachy blond came bounding towards him.

There they were. They stopped just before him and crouched on the ground.

He stared disapprovingly at the little being. They stared back, the same sharp eyes as him.

“Stay nearby,” he said. “Don’t wander.”

They sneezed in reply and rolled their eyes.

He let out a growl as a warning.

He went to move again but stared back at Garm, waiting for them to follow.

They padded up and he pressed forward.

He glanced down at them. Unfortunately they caught his eye and lunged for his wrists, trying to bite them. A move he knew all too well.

He bounded away, dodging them.

“We’re not playing right now,” he told them.

Garm went back to walking beside him as if nothing had happened.

He first thought them to be intelligent as a wild animal but had since been proven wrong. They were cunning and quick witted. If only they could talk. Fitting that his offspring couldn’t speak. If Garm was his offspring.

He woke up one day and… they were there. Curled up in his arms. No clue to where they came from, if they were a daemon or not, if they were a boy or girl, not how old they were. No matter what he did or how far he traveled, they always managed to find him and stick near the Primarch. He now allowed it to happen. He had to admit, he enjoyed the company and he had grown attached.

Garm ran forward, skidding to a stop to try and climb into a hole.

Leman jogged forward and grabbed them by their feet, lifting them out.

“You’re not getting dragged in like last time.”

Garm squirmed and tried biting him. He tucked them under his arm. They snarled and snapped. But Russ had found that this was the best way to prevent sharp little teeth from getting into his skin.

Throne, how did his mother wolf deal with three of them? How could one so small be so unruly?

He felt a hard kick to his chest.

He grimaced, thinking of how unruly he was when first brought to the Clan Russ. Was this karma for all of that?

Garm slipped out of his grip and climbed up his back. They nestled under his mother wolf’s pelt and growled.

“You’re a menace,” he told them.

He received another sneeze.

He sighed, scanning for a place to rest. They were just mad they couldn’t okay right now. Once they had caught something to eat and settled in for the night, then they could roughhouse all they wanted.

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

Lore Question: are primarchs known to be offspring of the emperor, by the wider population of the Imperium?

Yes, as such most view them as Demi gods.

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

Hello, I’ve have question regarding the anatomical differences between a necrontyr and a human. How similar are the two species internally? If I remember correctly in a previous post you mentioned that a necrontyrs possesses additional olfactory receptors beneath their eyes. How many other organs or features does a necrontyr possesses that a human does not?

The anatomical differences between Nehetari and Peter Turbo would be pretty drastic due to Mr. Turbo being a primarch, a gene-forged Demi-god, and thus would be filled with all kinds of weird gobbledygook organs of functions unknown.

Hello, this is the Mun here:

Necrontyr internals are not as different from a human's as you may think (almost startlingly similar). They were warm-blooded creatures that produced milk to feed offspring that they gave birth to live. They had a mouth and digestive tract similar to humans, a complete circulatory system, a hormone-based reproductive system, an advanced nervous system centered around a brain, a calcium based skeletal structure... ...you get the idea.

However, this is where the similarities start to divert. As you know, their homeworld was what the modern day Imperium would have classified as a Death World. Like if Catachan, Krieg, and Baal all got together and had an even more radiation blasted, moistureless baby. Much of the Necrontyr anatomy was shaped by their homeworld and the fauna (and scarce flora) that inhabited it.

For example - Necrontyr blood contains a natural antifreeze and temperature-regulating compound that prevents them from freezing to death, even in sub-zero desert nights (they sort of half-freeze then thaw out in the morning). It also helps prevent overheating during the day. This is essential because they do not have sweat glands (water is too precious); instead of sweating they pant sort of like dogs do on Earth, or if it's really hot they can go into a low-activity state where their body slows down to produce less heat.

Another survival trait of the Necrontyr is in their vocal folds: they are capable of a much broader range of sound production than humans. Nehetari herself can mimick just about any sound she hears, from the sound of a bolter report to the tiny, near-inaudible sounds that come from the waves of energy traveling through deep space. It is believed this evolved during the ancient days of their race, when being able to mimick the sound of an oncoming rockslide or a bigger, angrier sand strider was one of the only things that could save you from becoming something's meal.

On the topic of meals, the Necrontyr digestive system is designed to process large amounts of meat and fat quickly. This, paired with their naturally razor-sharp teeth, seem to suggest that the ancestors of the Necrontyr were originally carnivores, which slowly turned omnivorous over time. Meat was more plentiful than edible plant life on their homeworld (lots and lots of insects). The reason why Nehetari hates sweet food is partly caused by this naturally low-carb diet - the Necrontyr body can quickly become overwhelmed when too much sugar enters their bloodstream, as they cannot regulate it properly.

And lastly (for now at least): it's not an internal trait per-se, but it's not an apparent one either. Necrontyr feet can grip almost was well as their hands do, but what's more, they actually change their shape instinctively (or intentionally, if they so chose) depending on what surface they're standing on. From the top, and when standing on a hard, flat surface, the Necrontyr foot looks almost identical to a human's save for stubby claws instead nails. However, from the bottom, Necrontyr feet look almost like that of a gecko. Those many folds can shift, unfold, and re-arrange themselves. When standing on a soft and unsteady surface like sand, the sole of the foot spreads out and becomes more flexible, making movement easier and more stable. When standing on a rocky or uneven surface, they grip it with their toes, and the folds form a sort of dry-adhesion bond to the surface, allowing them to better cling on. They can't walk up 90-degree or perfectly flat surfaces, but they are absolutely stellar climbers. (It was a good thing Necrontyr got so used to being on flat surfaces as they became more advanced. Else, they would have spent the first thousand years or so as Necrons constantly falling off shit. The pads did not accompany them into their metal bodies).

I have many other headcanons for Necrontyr specific biology, but these are my favorites so far.

[kit-williams]

Okay I'm aware that aliens are not very welcome in Warhammer but hear me out pls

Liked the salamanders are all in protecting humanity and all but think of this it be an interesting change if they went to a planet outside of imperium section and inhabitants are humans who got lost and crashed laned in pre Horus heresy and just co exist with the natives to the point that they even work together in harmony

Liked the natives are dying out naturally but any offsprings with the humans lives on by looking more human but have horns and don't have ability to be corrupt by demons due to that the deity protects all things that is life

How would you think the reactions of Vulkan when he sees this?

Sorry if it's not explain well English is my third language and still learning

I might not be the right person to ask about this but I will say the Imperium is very... contradictory when it comes to what is and isnt okay.

So this is the image I used for my Rogue Trader character. She was a Peleger which are ocean world dwelling aquatic abhumans. One of the possible ways the abhuman strain came about was interbreeding with a xenos species.

The imperium is also very contradictory on what xenos are okay or not because there ARE sanctioned xenos, not just the main races that you are told about. It's very confusing so your scenario has probably happened.

As for a Primarch's reaction I'm unsure... It really depends on if the planet would enter the imperial fold willingly and tone down that religion.

[moodymisty]

So I actually have a 'Uriel Ventris has a kid' story written, If this goes well I'll post more.

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Taking in the scene before him, there was only one thought in Roboute Guilliman's mind; This is all Belisarius Cawl's fault.

He was over 10 millennia old and he had seen some of the worst things the Galaxy had to offer, from competition from other species, betrayal by his own brothers, and the eldritch Tumors called Gods. He didn't believe that anything could surprise him anymore.

And yet, here he was sitting dumbstruck before a baseline woman, three of his sons, and a tiny human who seemed to be the only one enjoying all of this.

He cleared his throat, "So, ma'am, can you care to explain how you ended up having your charge?" He pointed at the little boy, only for said child to pipe up, "My name is Apollo!"

The woman's cheeks coloured despite her dark complexion, "I apologize on his behalf my lord, he does not know what he is saying." The boy was about to speak up, only for his mother to put her hand over his mouth, muffling his voice.

"Yes, now about young Apollo here." Guilliman continued, a part of him wanted to laugh at the small child's antics, but he had a job to do.

Isadore composed herself, she was in front of a primarch, she cannot disappoint him, especially for Apollo's sake.

"Lord Belisarius Cawl had recruited me to assist on a project, and as my family considered it a great honor, I went with him. I assumed that I would be a servant in his lab, cleaning up after his experiments. However, it seemed that he had a different idea in mind."

Her blush deepened, the implications making everyone uncomfortable.

Roboute wanted very badly to smack Cawl for tricking her in such a way. "I see, do you know who his father is?"

Isadore shifted in her seat, "I was not privy to much of the details of the experiment, but from what I could gather, his father was an astartes from the Ultramarines Chapter."

She really didn't know what else to say, before being fooled by Cawl, she was a rather simple seamstress from an Agriworld. She wasn't considered particularly beautiful either, with plain brown hair, eyes, and skin. A bit taller than average, which was her only stand out feature, but that was cancelled out by her rather ugly freckles marrying her face and body.

Never in her life did she think that she would have a child fathered by an Astartes, for one, she thought that it would be impossible for Space Marines to father children at all.

"I see," the primarch's eye seemed to develop a twitch, he didn't realise that when he gave Cawl the orders to research Primarch virility, he should've been more specific as to where to stop. "We will have the young lad her genetically tested to find his father, then we will regroup and decide how to move forward. Uriel, please escort our guest here to one of the serf quarters so that she may take some rest."

She watched as a tall marine with short, cropped, straight black hair with startling blue eyes nodded and motioned for her to follow him.

She bowed before the primarch and left the room, her child looking up at her curiously.

As they made their way down to the serf quarters, Uriel couldn't help but sneak glances at her, she was beautiful in a down to earth way. Gorgeous chocolate colored hair, clear skin, and deep brown eyes. Her height giving her a matronly aura and her full lips seemed soft.

He tried to push the thoughts away. Their father had recently revealed to them that he was going to give them a choice to have offspring to bolster the Imperium's numbers of neophytes.

He didn't know how to feel about that, but as part of this decision, marines were made to go through intense hypno brainwashing to return to them their more base urges.

Uriel hated how they made him feel like an out of control animal. He didn't like not having full control of his thoughts. Besides, the last thing the poor woman would want is to be harassed by astartes when she had already gone through so much.

He secretly admitted to himself that any astartes who fathered her child was a lucky man.

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This is basically how the story would go, as Isadore and Uriel grow closer to each other and some shocking reveals as to whose soul Apollo has in him.

Also, yes, Uriel has a thing for Milfs. Isadore has low self esteem as she wasn't considered attractive in her culture, and Cawl only saw her as an acceptable carrier for astartes children.

So, yeah, tell me how you guys feel about this.

added your second post to this one so it's all together <3

the 'i don't know the father' mystery! it's a classic XD and poor guilliman having yet another weird thing to deal with on top of all the other weird things in 42m XD