#traitor ferrus... traitor ferrus...

[moociaoafterdark]

Traitor!Ferrus in the role swap AU being a mechanical prophet and being really good at corrupting the members of Adeptus Mechanicus.

Traitor!Ferrus being offered blessings of flesh, but rejecting them, as absurd as it was. He didn't need flesh. Flesh is weak. Instead, he asks for secrets of the era long passed, the Dark Age of Technology, where a line between a human and a machine was practically non-existent, in the way that not even Mechanicus dreamed of. Ferrus granted with knowledge, with his sons and Dark Mechanicum by his side, creating the most unholy mechanical abominations the Galaxy has never seen before. Even the Traitors are afraid of what this mad man can do. They keep a close eye on him.

Traitor!Ferrus indulging in self-augmentation. Just a little here and there couldn't hurt, right? One more piece added to him. His inventions will never become more important than he is. He is his own magnum opus. One step closer to perfection, reveling in brief triumph before moving on to another augmentation in the never ending cycle.

Traitor!Ferrus being there and his daemonic technology weakening Loyalist!Magnus, so that Russ can finish him off. Ferrus was alerted of Father's plans for him. He tried to warn Magnus too, but, the scarlet fool refused to listen, refused to listen, still thinking their Father thinks of him as special. A mercy kill it is.

Traitor!Ferrus shedding tears, tears he thought he will never shed, when Fulgrim, dear beautiful Fulgrim, still held onto hope. Had this been the other way around, Ferrus was sure he would be livid and striking at Fulgrim with recklessness born of rage. But he holds back. Fulgrim always had a way with words, always knew a way to talk Ferrus into doing or not doing something. And even now, after everything that happened, he still clings onto hope he can change things. He can save Ferrus. Even as they fight, as Ferrus gets the upper hand, he never shuts up. He tries every manipulation in the book, tries every logical and sound argument. The perfect Fulgrim is reduced to tears and anguished cries when none of them work. When Ferrus breaks his legs, Fulgrim starts to beg. This isn't him. He can't do this. To this day Ferrus wonders if Fulgrim finally gave up on him the moment his skull has been smashed in two, or did he cling onto hope until his last breath?

Traitor!Ferrus never sleeping once in the past 10000 years. He changed himself so that he'll never have to, will never be able to. He can't handle the most persistent nightmare. Fulgrim's once beautiful face being smashed into a bloody porridge, with skin, bone, teeth, brains and teeth mixing into one single substance. This image replaced Fulgrim's face in his mind. No matter how hard he tries - he can't remember how Fulgrim used to look like while he was still alive.

Traitor!Ferrus being responsible for countless casualties in the Heresy. Feeling immense pride when the weak fell under him and his sons, especially when it is another Loyalist ship or planet. The only exception being what was once his home. Medusa's people were born for struggle, struggle that lead to strength. This is what Ferrus learned from it. So... Why did it fall so easily? It didn't even take a day for the planet to fall and get reduced to space dust.

[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.

[supercomputer-lizard]

Primarch and Astartes poll

Haha, daily poll bitches

[alamuts-lair-of-madness]

Tragic...

An illustration i made for @yurihasurunbara 's fanfiction :3 Happy Valentine's Day!

[taythecatfey]

I just gotta get up on my soap box here for a second.

Inhales

IF I SEE ONE MORE VIDEO OR THREAD ABOUT FULGRIM BEING WEAK AND PATHETIC IM GOING TO GO APE SHIT.

Fulgrim was given almost nothing to work with and then told go perform as good as everyone else. He saved his world with innovation, and compassion. He was a diplomate who was told he needed to be a general. He was told he's made for this so of course he can't feel overwhelmed and under prepared by his new task. He's gotta work twice as hard and fast to catch up with everyone else. He can't fail cause he can't afford to.

On top of that he gets mocked behind his back and to his face by his brothers for what he loves. Even Ferrus put him down when he said he'd make the best weapon. Cause someone as pretty as Fulgrim surely couldn't know anything about working with their hands. How many of the primarchs actually know what hard manual labor is like? If I was put down and constantly stressed about not being good enough I'd be a massive bitch too! I'd go out of my way to prove I'm equal if not better.

And out of all the traitors who fell to Chaos, Fulgrim was the one that had to be driven insane to get him to fall. The daemon sword pushed every insecurity and fanned his ego. He is not mentally well in that book. He falls to Horus manipulation after being told the Emporers doesn't love him. When he wanted to speak out at what Horus was saying the daemon physically wouldn't let him. He's really only that creepy pathedic mess after he's returned from his torture session in the painting. He was been broken down and made ready for Slaanesh to rebuild as her daemon prince.

I think people see him as pathedic and weak because hes uncomfortably human. He such human flaws and fears the other primarchs don't tend to show to the same degree. The primarchs have demigod like outburst. Fulgrim is just always emotional like a normal person. He's insecure and thats why I'm so endread to him. He still strove to prove he could do anything that was demanded of him and sadly that's what ruined him

[thethronezone]

Listen, the Iron Hands don't exactly like you. Granted, you may be lord Ferrus' spouse but- No, scratch that, that's exactly why they don't like you. In their opinion, you're wasting their Primarch's time. You're just... unnecessary. Devoid of purpose. But the Iron Hands suppose that if you do bring their Primarch some comfort then they shall keep their mouths shut. Just don't expect them to suddenly care about you.

That being said, when you get stolen by Fulgrim after he kills Ferrus Manus, the Iron Hands are livid. The death of their Primarch already struck them deep, they are in mourning, devastated and furious all at once, but this just adds insult to injury. For reasons beyond their comprehension, you mattered to their Primarch. Ferrus treasured you, loved you. And Fulgrim knew this. It wasn't enough that he betrayed and killed his brother, he just had to kidnap his spouse as well? He's spitting on lord Ferrus' grave! Desecrating a grave that has yet to be dug! They have to do something!

The Iron Hands don't like you. But they do love their Primarch. And their Primarch loved you. That makes you important. Less as a person and more as a keepsake. A memento of a time where their Primarch was alive and happy. And they will reclaim that memory. They will save you from the clutches of the traitorous Fulgrim, in honor of their father and everything he stood for.

They don't like you but they refuse to fail Ferrus once again.

[fromcommorragh]

Now with additional feels

Female Ferrus Manus by @cnmbwjx on twitter

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

My understandings of what Primarchs are currently alive and dead, what their status' are: Loyalists: Leman Russ: Running butt ass naked in the Warp, if the armour if any indication. Probably a Wulfen and horribly mutated like Corvus. Possibly could be fine. Chances very slim for him not be a mutated wolf thing with viking braids. Anyway his sons are mildly disturbed by the armour they keep finding Lion: Alive and pissed. Commits so many war crimes behind Guilliman's back. May or may not be making it his personal goal to give Guilliman as many grey hairs as possible. Roboute Guilliman: Stressed and thinks humans can't rule themselves. Asshole. Needs a break and to actually spend time with humans and actually thinking about the fact it's been ten thousand fucking years. That's impressive for an empire. Corvus Corax: Fucked up bird man in the warp. Probably learning that feathers suck to get blood out of and questioning how the fuck his white winged brother kept his feathers so fucking clean even though said brother routinely caused blood baths in life. Has probably pecked someone to death. Vulkan: Probably alive. Somewhere. Might actually be in a volcano somewhere. His death goes against his lore so who knows what the fuck is going on here. Jaghatai Khan: Also in the warp, has no idea where the fuck he is and isn't stopping for directions. Honestly he's actually existed the warp couple of times he was going so fucking fast. Probably also slowly getting mutated. Might be fine though. Probably passed a naked Leman a couple of times and is really confused by the fucked up bird thing calling itself Corvus. Rogal Dorn: Could be dead, could have a sick ass prosthetic hand. No idea what's going on with him. Sanguinius: Incredibly dead. Probably a good thing that he is. Otherwise he'd probs be a traitor primarch too with the Imperium in its current state- Ferrus Manus: Also very dead. Probably was seething mad at being killed by Fulgrim. Very likely died seething mad. Traitors: Fulgrim: Is a four armed winged snake thing. Having mad sex and doing way too many drugs. Probably also eating a lot too. And then sleeping it off because snake. Has a chunky boyfriend if Tumblr is to be believed. Magnus: Trying to rebuild, also an arrogant prick. I support him even if he's a dick. If only because what happened to Prospero was a travesty of the highest order. You go my weird rainbow nipple horned demon prince. What is your obsession with titty horns??? Mortarion: Depressed but has family. Is infected with diseases that are probably not even invented yet. Probably also not a skinny rail of a man anymore courtesy of Papa Nurgle who is a better dad then the Emperor ironically. Probably can't stand to look himself in the Mirror. Angron: Angy, so very angy. And obsessed with blood. Even if he wasn't immortal by virtue of being a demon prince, he'd probably be too angry to die. Not entirely sure if this is actually better then being dead. Lorgar: Not entirely sure, but I assume he's somewhere in the warp spreading the word of chaos like some sort of messed up anti jesus or something.

Alpharius /Omegon: One's dead, the other is alive. Which twin died and which one is alive is a damn good question. Possibly neither are even dead. Absolute bastards (affectionate). Perterabo: Grumpy old man wanting to be left alone and forge. He yearns for it. Mostly content to just make stuff and burn his skin off. Good things he's a demon now I guess. Go make stuff, have a hobby that's kinda healthy. Sort of. Konrad: Pretty dead. Saw it happen and let it happen. Probably for the best because dear god this man as a demon prince is terrifying. Horus: Also very dead. Might actually be even more dead then Sanguinius considering Horus' soul was probably destroyed.

[meangreennunseen]

Lion, Dorn, Guilliman, Sanguinius, Russ, Khan, Ferrus, Vulkan, Corax: Loyalists

Horus, Lorgar, Fulgrim, Perturabo, Magnus, Angron, Mortarion, Curze: Traitors

Alpharius/Omegon:

[astriskssketchbook]

Some Primarch portraits:

Angron: honestly his butcher's nails should have been writhing snakes or something to really animate him.

Mortarian: a little older looking than I intended him to be but yeah Rotty mcsnotface should be that way.

Ferrus: The world's most beautiful "ugly" man. Like, BRUV.

Russ: I feel that for every normative looking Primarch with fucked issues there needs to be an aestheticly fucked looking Primarch who's genuinely a normal dude. I feel that there's a good chance the "remembrance" portraits the Imperium have are hired to make the Primarchs look as good as possible. Russ should look more feral.

Magnus: this is what id imagine him before his demon form. Maybe Horus convinced him to join the traitors so he can equally distribute his hair Idk.

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

To be fair to eat something seductively you first need to be able to eat the thing normally, and it is not just Curze who will fundamentally struggle with this.

Those with a feral upbringing like the Lion will just eat it whole. Peturabo will throw it into a blender to maximize efficiency. Fulgrim will whip out the fine dining set and insist of incorporating the fruit into a 5 course menue. Angron is a coinflip of either devouring it like a caveman or just throwing it into someone's face with lethal force. Neither Corax nor Alpharius like to be observed when eating (or to be percieved at all). Mortarion's fruit has decomposed in his presence before he even had a chance to take a bite.

Meanwhile Ferrus Manus just ate a rock that happened to be shaped like a fruit while he was not paying attention. He was a bit surprised at how crunchy it was, but just thought he had picked an unripe one by mistake and went on with his work.

I vaguely recall a discussion of what fruit would each primarch eat seductively

Pomegranate is for the Night Haunter

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Last Stand of Ferrus Manus

Ferrus was disgusted by Horus' betrayal, and came to blows with his close friend Fulgrim when he tried to tempt Ferrus to join the traitors' cause. In his haste to bring the renegades to justice, Ferrus, who had been granted command of the first wave of the Imperium's response, took his veterans and fastest ships and hurried ahead of the rest of the Iron Hands, which spared them when he was betrayed again during the Drop Site Massacre. Ferrus Manus was slain by Fulgrim during the Massacre, though some Iron Hands maintain that he somehow escaped death and will return to them someday.

By Jeff Porter

[moodymisty]

You’ve always had the hots for your brother’s wife but we’re unable to act on it? Well the heresy is the perfect time to do so!

With all the confusion, murder, and backstabbing going on, there no more opportune time to separate your brother from his wife and make off with her.

Fulgrim after murdering Ferrus decides to make the snap decision to then also take Ferrus’s darling with him. The maniac emotions he feels in that moment melding with the simmering feelings of jealousy he always held for Ferrus for having your love.

Perturabo diverting Dorn’s forces to attack his Eternal Fortress, while he and his iron circle then goes off and sieges Dorn’s stronghold, capturing Dorn’s beloved. Finally having her for himself and being able to rub Dorn’s face in the fact that Dorn’s stronghold couldn’t protect her.

Hell, this behaviour isn’t even restricted to the traitors, the loyalists can also get in on the action.

Vulkan taking Konrad’s beloved when he escapes him, because clearly you need to be protected from such a madmen. It totally not because he been planning to make you his legion mother for a long time now, absolutely not.

Corvus deciding to sneak in and steal Horus’s beloved. Both as payback for the sons he has already lost to Horus’s actions and also because he always wanted to feel that same sense of calm and love you gave Horus.

Just a bunch of ways to crank up the messiness and the toxicness of the heresy up by another magnitude. After all, the heresy was already the time and place when most of the primarchs were settling the old grudges they held between themselves. So what throwing in a little bit of wife kidnapping in there also.

I mean true, if there's ever a good time to steal their wife it would be while going to war and invading their planet. The heresy gets even worse when you add romantic jealousy into the mix.

[kit-williams]

No Longer You

The next part in the Legion Mother Lost in the Warp Series. One of his prophetic sons comes to the Iron Lord with worrying news while the Iron Mother receives worrying news as well.

Male Lead: Perturabo Female Lead: Penelope Song on repeat: Epic the Musical - No Longer You Cw: Song fic, pov switching

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

Perturabo went over her words again and again and again in his mind... his mind churning so much that his body destabilizes and he felt anger flare up at how worked up he was getting over a possible warp ghost or worse yet a trick. He buried that part of himself... buried all these emotions tied to her when he burned Olympia... when he killed Calliphone... when he needed her tender heart to hold back his wrath... a wrath that ultimately was tainted by his grief. His breaking down after Olympia was just as much of him mourning her death in equal measure to his regret bubbling up. Would she have agreed? Perturabo wonders as maybe she could have stayed his hand upon his sister... upon Olympia... he knows for a fact that he wouldn't have followed Horus as long as he did... Nelly wouldn't have let him.

Ajax was one of the few things he could hold over his brothers of something he had and they did not... hindsight either paints his thoughts or gives him insight into how certain brothers of his had grown far too interested in Penelope once she was carrying Ajax... and many of them had turned traitor. Perturabo pauses in his tinkering as he lets ancient thoughts return to the surface as he wonders.... what she would have said to get him to stop following Horus, if he ever started to follow him in the first place. He blames himself for her death, he called her to Olympia when he caught wind that the corpse that was once his Father and the frail Malcador had expressed interest in meeting Ajax... catching wind in wanting to summon her to Terra without him. Once more Perturabo lets his thoughts wander... what would have happened... anxiety flairs inside his gut at the brief thought of sieging the imperial palace and not knowing where she was... or even if Father would keep her alive for that long.

He exhales, his nostrils flaring like a grox-bull's, as he focuses on melding the metal in his hands; Ferrus was always better at making the metal into surprisingly delicate shapes... when he wanted to. Perturabo looks at the metal in his clawed hands as it is another shell... to replace the one that had fallen into disrepair from his neglect over the millennia. A rare smile flutters across the lord of Iron's face as he looks at the iridescent metal shell. His eyes flick over to a screen as there was a rare thing... someone that was not one of his warsmiths was requesting an audience... His tongue moves over the fangs in his mouth, reminding him of his brothers Leman and Konrad with their fanged maws, as he thinks and looks at who dares seek an audience with him. One of his Sorcerer sons... Tiresias Korpanos... the Korpanos were a rare set of psyker twins that had survived the trials of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo remembers telling Magnus of his sons and how excited the Sorcerer king had gotten. Psyker twins were always more powerful together but he remembers that the twins willingly separated as his brother... Morpheus went with Penelope.

Though Tiresias had grown wildly eccentric in the millennia that had followed their damnation. His nose wrinkled at the thought of dealing with this gibbering sorcerer or at worst would be speaking in vague poetics. He was feeling nostalgic today as he could remember Nelly listening to the prophets poetics with baited breath and always trying to decipher what they mean or the look in her eyes when she realized some portion of the vision had come true. He could stomach Morpheus' presence and she liked Tiresias but alas their loyalties were not to be... it must have been nostalgia guiding him as he accepted the request.

Penelope looked away from the curly haired Ajax in her lap shoving a bright yellow toy into his mouth as Antioch had told her of his reservations to allow Morpheus Korpanos to see her. He insisted his reservations were only as Morpheus was uncertain of the message he was delivering and as Antioch passed along it was 'vague and ominous'.

"Well, I am not Perturabo who only demands certainty." Penelope said before kissing the young Iron heir as she handed him to one of her handmaidens.

"His message sounds like it comes from a hermit oracle." Captain Antioch said.

"Pity then as I enjoy the old stories," Penelope smiled as she sat in her seat with learned authority, "I will see my son Antioch."

"Yes Legion Mother."

Tiresias twitched at unseen shadows in unreality as they were simply the immaterial tendrils of his genesire drawing far too close for comfort. The Lord of Iron looked at him with a loathsome look in his glowing eyes that flicked between a fiery orange to the icy blue that his eyes were in life. Perturabo was as deadly as any warp predator and perhaps even more so. His genesire simply gestured and so Tiresias began, "I am the prophet with the answers you seek," Perturabo frowns at that, "I see past and future running free... there is a world where I help her get home... but that's not a world I know."

"What?" Perturabo's voice was harsh as he did not like the oracle like delivery but Tiresias was tied to the warp and he remembers how Magnus explained that sometimes delivery would sometimes be roundabout.

"I see a song of past romance," Tiresias said louder and more confidently, "I see the sacrifice of man!" His voice swelled, "I see portrayals of betrayals," There was pain in his voice, "And a brother's final stand..."

"I see you on the brink of death," Morpheus says somberly, "I see you draw your final breath," he says as if in pain from what he sees or feels, "I see a man who gets to make it home alive," His conviction returns, "But it's no longer him."

Penelope sits there surrounded by her iron honor guard as there is concern on her face as she looks at Morpheus. She could see why Antioch was so displeased with Morpheus' revelations. Antioch clenched his jaw at the revelations made as it was his and his brother's duty to guard the Iron Mother, even more so now given what Lord Guilliman had told him about the Lord of Iron.

"I see your palace covered in red... Faces of men who long believed you dead..."

Tiresias voice was quiet and fearful for the next part of his vision would surely displease his genesire, "I see your wife with a man who is haunting," The room became painfully silent as he could see the immaterium condense into a point, it was as if Perturabo had pulled his entire demonic being back into this room and focused his entire being onto Tiresias, "A man with a trail of bodies..."

"Ẃ̸̠̞̆͑H̷̳̩̻͚̀͒͋O̷͇̾͂?"

Perturabo bellowed as the Lord of Iron was done with this game. His claws reached out into the aether and grabbed a part of his soul.

The twins screamed out in utter agony as they could feel their souls being pulled back from their form... they were being ripped open slowly. Antioch and the rest of the maternal guard sprang into action as he gathered Penelope into his arms and rushing her out of the room and away from the potentially unstable psyker; Tiresias could feel his twin and still chose to bear the brunt of what their genesire was doing. The warp began to bend like metal and crack like glass and yet as the Primarch pushed and from what his brain could interpret... it liquified around Perturabo. They could feel the burning of claws sinking into their souls and the burning pressure of his gaze on their souls and the writhed in agony. But, Perturabo finally got to what he was looking for and was assaulted with images that Tiresias had seen but was unable to directly say.

~A song of past romance...~ Violet eyes looked into his own icy blue eyes... Fulgrim in all of his depraved glory grinning at him as in two of his arms he cradled a broken body like a perversion of a lover as he drank the soul right out of the defiled thing... perverse pleasure and so much pain came from the writhing mutilated thing in his arms... Perturabo felt something sick gather in his chest as it looked like Curze had gotten a hold of it... gotten a hold of her as it she reached out to him with a broken, bloody, mutilated hand... all the while Fulgrim was slowly drinking her soul away leaving poisoned and acid filled kisses on ruined skin... that gloating look in those violet eyes as he ripped his eyes away to meet the thing's gaze in his brothers arms... it was Penelope.

The vision mercifully shifted... ~ the sacrifice of man... ~ Roboute stood in front of Penelope as she was holding Ajax in her arms, his brother looked so tired yet there was a hopefulness in his eyes. He could tell years dragged by in this vision and he watched how over this vision of twenty years how the Lady of Iron's heraldry was replaced... the yellows, blacks, and iron colors were slowly replaced piece by piece with gold, white, and blue... the Iron Warrior heraldry replaced with the omega. The sad look in her eyes as Perturabo glanced seeing Ajax shift from an infant to a man... her hair with streaks of grey as Roboute returned to the forefront and he watched his brother drag touches against her skin. Gestures becoming far too intimate as he cupped the side of her face and once more the warp around him became sharp and angry as he watched Robute trail kisses from her ear to her-

Perturabo felt rage. Perhaps a fraction of what he was told of the rage that Sanguinius carried. How dare Roboute touch his wife... his Penelope... his Nelly! How dare he raise his son! As his form churned the vision blurred... ~ portrayals of betrayals... ~ His anger became frozen as once more his gaze met the dull eyed gaze of the corpse of his wife. Her outfit stained red as she laid in a pool of blood. Perturabo looked up seeing Magnus looking down at Ajax in his arms as the cyclops' gaze returned to the body and there was a look of pity and sadness for a moment before he vanished in a whirl of magic.

Before he could finish processing it his icy blue eyes met forest green eyes... Lion's eyes... ~ and a brother's final stand. ~ He glowered at Perturabo as his sword was held to the side, blood dripping from the blade... and by the blade tip curled protectively around a bloody body... Distress crawled over the Primarch as not only in this vision his wife was dead but also his son... Despair and anger fills him as he watches a phantom version of himself charge the "eldest" Primarch...

"Morpheus!" Penelope cried out.

Perturabo exhaled once more hearing her voice, his eyes darting to the tether that linked the twin souls and as much as he could use it to appear to her to be there once again... Perturabo removed his claws from their souls. The Lord of Iron needed time to prepare... time to prepare a place for her... to prepare to bring his wife home. The twins collapsed as blood wept from their eyes and noses. Tiresias took the brunt on his soul gaining new mutations as his left hand was clawed and he could feel a mouth press against the body glove under his right arm. Morpheus was relatively unscathed minus his teeth all being sharp and the new eye on his right cheek... but those could be taken care of.

Captain Antioch walked over to the entrance of the Librarium as Brother Chaplain Achilles walked out, a sigh leaving the vox on the skull helm. "He continues to say disturbing things Brother Captain," He paused for a moment looking at the hard gaze that Antioch was giving him, "things about the Legion Mother's survival... things about Father. Antioch how much stock do you put into his vision?"

Antioch looked at the grim specter that was Chaplain Achilles, "Father is a monster now. As far as I am concerned we are all that is left of the legion."

Achilles hummed, "Lady Penelope is adamant that she spoke with Father. To a pitying degree..."

They were silent for a moment, "There are creatures that can mimic voices," He says knowing what to tell the Iron Mother in her inevitable desperate plea, "we must get her to safety."

"Agreed. She and Ajax must survive lest the morale of our brothers crumble." Achilles tone is firm as a decision has been made.

Castor watched the protective shielding peel back with a thunk as layer upon layer revealed more and more of the starlit void as they left the warp. Olympia floated in the distance... still a dead world thanks to the Primarch of the Dark Angels. But, he was not here to be sentimental about home no he was here for something else. Screens and images flickered to life as in the green light the Gloriana was brought into view. The Iron Amarantos draped in the heraldry of the Iron Warriors and in the unique heraldry to denote that it was the Iron Mother. For the veterans it was as if they were looking into a time capsule, for the Amarantos was a flower compared to the brutal ships they were use to... it was a piece of art.

Castor grinned at ship on his display as he felt as giddy as a Scout again. The memories of the Legion Mother were still clear in his mind as her warm smile was a balm... she was the heart and the hearth of the legion and he felt joy that she was still alive! The ship shifted to high alert as the Amarantos' defenses kicked in as their machine spirits were probing and starting their attacks to cripple them... already locking on to their position but they had the proper codes to feed to the ornery spirit and assuage its demands.

Father had demanded that confrontation was off the table... and rightfully so given there was around five thousand Iron Warriors aboard the vessel and countless security measures all handmade by Father to protect Mother. Castor had to approach this situation delicately but he could not deny the desire to see Mother dearly... to feel her warmth again... the feeling of her hand on his head... and the softness of her voice. He missed the warmth of the iron hearth and would not fail Father.

[supercomputer-lizard]

Which primarch is the most fuckable?

Most of the people who have seen the other two polls for the traitor primarchs and loyalist primarchs probably already know who won both rounds. This is of the top three of each just because

If you don’t know, in most to least fuckable order, here:

The traitors: Magnus, Fulgrim, Horus, Konrad Cruze, Alpharious/Omegon, Mortarion, Lorgar and Perturabo (tied), and Angron

The loyalists: Sanguinius, Rowboat Girlyman, Vulkan, Jaghatai Khan, Leman Russ, Corvus Corax, The Lion, Rogal Dorn and Ferrus Manus (both tied for last place)

here is the link to one of those polls. Why one? Because it has the link to the other one

I also have one for the lost primarchs soooooooo. Here link

[wyn0rrific]

thinking about the irony of the Fulgrim short story, Imperfect

like every attempt at cloning Ferrus was deemed to be a "failure", but in reality every single clone was considerably a success due to the fact that each Ferrus clone remained loyal to the Imperium, resulting in dying just like the original Ferrus Manus did.

fabius' creations were technically perfect, it just- wasn't Fulgrim's definition of perfect. and i feel like Fulgrim knows this.

he knows that Ferrus will never be a traitor.

he also knows that he's spiraled too far downhill that there's no turning back, and yet he finds a sort of comfort in being corrupted.

and based on the dozens of dead clones that surround Fulgrim, he's willing to let himself be emotionally hurt over and over again even though he knows that there will never be a "perfect" version of Ferrus