#traitor primarchs

[toffee32]

[ Perturabo and Calliphone ]

Lochos burned.

[fromcommorragh]

Female Horus by @cnmbwjx3 on twitter

[meangreennunseen]

Funniest shit in Warhammer40k universe to me will always be Dreadnoughts having this one sided beef with Traitor Primarchs.

Like, it's initially same as your 100 year old great-grandfather still wanting to punch president of his time to the jaw for things he doesn't even fully remember at this point.

[nevesmose]

✨️ TRAITOR PRIMARCHS x SCOTTISHPEOPLETWITTER ✨️

Loyalists + Bonus

[neonjawbone]

HERETICS 💀💀💀 warhammer 40k has me in it's fucking clutches dude. a little lineup of my interpretation of the traitor primarchs as a thing i've been chippin away at between work stuff

twitter//patreon//pillowfort //ko-fi  

[ladymirdan]

“Uhm the traitors failing at the siege of Terra is dumb. These are supposed to be the smartest guys in the galaxy and they have superpowers. But everyone got distracted/vindicted/had a dumb moment”

It's such a weird take for me. Have these guys never had to do a group project with really smart people? Especially really smart but slightly(very) narcissistic people?

Siege of Terra went very much as expected. Easirly the most belivable moment in 40k.

[supercomputer-lizard]

which traitor primarch is the most fuckable

I don’t know if anyone else has done this, but let’s see if people will actually vote, shall we?

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

This is very rough, but as far as I'm concerned this is pretty much the Emperor leading up to the Heresy. Man really thought genocide was the answer to everything-

[thatguywhodoesstuff]

Horus Sets The Record Straight

(Original art by Johannes Helgeson)

[sculptorofcrimson]

Tyrant’s Lullaby

Once upon a time, there was a glorious, terrible man. He built horrors. He built wonders. He brought monsters up from the deep. He took a child from the arms of a horrified, weeping family, and raised him not as a boy but as a general. He took a child and ruined his future, He took a child and made him a king, a pet, a dog. He marched armies over the face of the ravaged earth, and trampled all that did not kneel before the weight of the storm. He burned tundras to ash and shook the mountains until they crumbled, He boiled the seas to mist and the skies to charcoal. And when the scouring was done, and the earth was entombed in ashes, He turned His dreaming, endless glare upon His own. 

He strangled the thunder that had bore Him a throne, He sent the golden, the children stolen from their cradles, to plunge down long knives into turned backs raised so fervently before His regard. With their blood they had built Him a kingdom, and with their bones He crowned Himself a throne. And when Terra knelt, cowed, battered, in awe and in fear, He turned His gaze skywards.

And the stars felt His benevolent wrath. 

He bore twenty sons, two of them sacrificed, and He unleashed them upon the earth, the skies, the stars. They hunted for Him, they loved Him, they adored Him, yet some had strayed too far from His light, some had gazed upon the man that would be a god with sullen, hungry eyes, doing His bidding, and knowing His wrath. They are those who were there when affection curdled to treachery.

There was no peace among the stars, no mercy, no rest, simply a slow, heartless drowning as the gold claimed them limb by limb, inch by inch, and swallowed them into the endless light. 

And then war. Treachery, when the stars themselves were swallowed. When brother turned against brother, and father against son. When the Phoenix cleaved the Gorgon’s head from his shoulders, and the Immortal bashed in the Haunter with a hammer, when the Angel fell to the Traitor and He stained the Palace’s stones red with His son’s blood. When Horus burned, when the Angel shed his wings and the golden were shattered upon the anvil of betrayal, the Father fell to His son. 

He was buried upon a rotting throne, screaming hollowly into the fading dark, the stars basking in His rage, His pity and His wrath. He was buried alive in a tomb made from gold, ashen bones ruling a decaying kingdom from the grave, dreaming forever of brighter days. Dreaming of His sons, and how He betrayed them first, how they betrayed Him, how they abandoned His bones. And finally could the golden rest, bathed in the heart of their greatest shame, enshrining the decaying dust of a master they had failed, in an empire He had forsaken. 

That man was the Emperor. That corpse is the Emperor, golden, glorious, and decaying just like the slaves.

Do not think your bones different from a slave's. When you rot, your corpse will be indistinguishable from those of your servants.

[fromcommorragh]

Female Perturabo by @cnmbwjx on twitter

[toto-the-cactus]

Dont think about the primarch-turned demon lords, in their own corners of the warp, having small shrines to their spouses and children. Not even the gods darw touch these small memorials to families they will never see again.

Ayo, I posted that lil story with Perturabo angst and forgot to answer this ask. Call me dumb of the ass because hot damn I am an idiot.

Too late, head full of thoughts about some of the most emotional Primarchs having these little vaults or rooms where they keep things that used to belong to their daughter when they were babies (Mortarion- who kept the crib he made for his daughters and stares at it with grief, Angron- who kept the bloody blanket that was used to cover his daughter when she was born, Lorgar- who has built a literal shrine with either pieces of clothing or trinkets that help him remember them, Magnus- who kept the favorite book of his daughter that she always begged him to read).

The poor mew-mews.

[awesomelyanon]

Horus Lupercal and his gang of problematic bachelors 

[raouwul]

It’s time for silly

Anyway I don’t make fanart a lot but I thought it’d be funny to share how I thought Corvus and Konrad were the same guy in 2020-ish for an embarrassingly long time… it’s hard cause they are both smelly greasy white boys.

I only watched tts at that point! I swear I’m trying to read the books ☹️ I know how to read I swear

[magnifigal]

SFW version of the Konrad Curze Pin up. HE IS CERTAINLY HANGING IN THERE HAHAAA