Keep Up The Amazing Work Because This Is So Freakin Cute!!!

Also, here is another older piece for your patience. My favourite m4m gay warhammer couple (sorry, Trazyn and Orikan)

I love Warhammer 40k female characters. That's it. That's the post.

Could anyone send something nice or cute or generally something that would help me distract myself from a shitstorm I was unexpectedly hit with today? Thanks in advance.

you found it disgusting and immoral i found it sexy and arousing that’s why i’m happier than you

For any wondering, here is the list I have so far for the fem primarchs and their monstrous transformations/"true forms"

Freya(Leman)- Wolfen

Atlantia(Angron)- Lioness deamon

Cora(Corvus)- Crow deamon

Mortica(Mortarion)-Insectiod (preying mantis, centipede, fly)

Hestia(Vulkan)- A giant salamander dragon (no wings)

Ferra(Ferrus Manus)-Necron reserected (biotransferance)

Sanguinia(Sanguinius)- Mantacore but snow lepord instead of lion

Fulgrim- Deep sea fish/siren

Kassandra(Konrad)- Vampire Bat

Magnolia(Magnus)- elder mummy litch or Owl+Peacock?

Jagathai- actual war hawk or cheeta?

Petra(Perturabo)- ?

Hathor(Horus)- ?

Renala(Rogal Dorn)- ?

The Lioness (The Lion)- Chimaera

Juno(Robuté Guilliman)- Bovine/Cow/Minotaur

Arellia(Logar)-?

Alpharia/Omega(Alpharius and Omegon)- ?

If you couldn't tell, this is not a complete list! And for the question mark ones, please feel free to submit ur ideas! (I am trying to avoid the obvious choices, i.e., The Lioness being a lion, but I'm open if you have a unique spin)

This project is a community share alike, so if u wanna use these designs in ur artwork, go for it! I really want this to be a group effort!!!

Oh yeah, here is my headcannon for Emps backstory. I always liked the thought that the Emperor, despite his secrets, was telling the truth. He was just a man. Born with emnse power at the wrong time. A babe in the wastes of Terra.

Basically, this is Alexander, a Techno-Barbarian Warlord fighting to persevere a semblance of the old world before the age of strife.

One day, while out scavenging, he finds a child untouched by the hostile and lethal radioctive environment of Terra. The child almost shines in the light of the late sun. Alexander, seeing the importance of this child, decides to raise him himself along with his closest friend/advisor.

He names the child "Arthur"

Arthur seems to be growing quickly and every day his emnse power shows. Healing the crops of their blight, burning out infection, but most importantly inspiring hope that their might be a better future.

Alexander worries, though. Arthur is growing up so fast, maturing at an unprecedented rate. On one hand, he wishes his adopted son might remain young for a time longer, so he might retain his innocence, if only briefly. But this might be for the best. The radiation of the makeshift cold fusion nuclear core in Alexander's armour is killing him.

Even with Malcador's help (though limited by the warp storms), he doesn't have long. Arthur still doest fully have a grip of his powers. (Too scared he'll hurt someone, he subconsciously gives himself limiters.) He wishes to heal his father but can't seem to do any more than Malcador can.

Alexander, knowing his time is near forges for his son, a might sword emblazoned with the iconography of his pet eagle whom Arthur was always close to.

Then the day came, when out helping a remote village Alexander and an almost adult Arthur are ambushed. The two fight hard, but eventually, Alexander is laid low. Arthur holds his father. Alexander looks to the unblemished face of his son and whispers his final words. The words that would guide Arthur down the long road yet to come.

"Remeber, my son. Humanity above all else is the way. Until all are one, none shall be whole."

Arthur cried then, he shook with guilt and rage. If only he could have been stronger, if only he wasn't so weak willed. If only these beasts would see reason.

The Warlord who had killed Alexander was still there, as we're a few of his men. They planned to kill this would be heir. But as the one approached a sobbing Arthur, preparing to execute him. The barbarian screamed in pain, and he became engulfed by golden flames

As the body chared to ash, Arthur was seen standing. The sword his father had gifted him now set ablaze in those same golden flames. His eyes two stars set in a frozen face of rage.

The other barbarians barely moved before they were each bisected. The Warlord fought as best he could, but his bullets melted before they even reached Arthur. Arthur strode forward, a terminator with one goal, "Vengeance"

The sword moved through the Warlord with barely any resistance. And as he gasped for breath as he struggled to breathe, he begged for mercy. He forswore his alicante and his army's. Arthur would not hear him.

Upon that final breath, Arthur made a vow. He would carry his father's dream. He would bring humanity back together, whether they wanted it or not. A grand Imperium.

"All will be one. I swear this to you, Father." And so The Emperor returned home. A long road lay before him.

Was kinda getting burned out a bit on Warhammer40k, for now, at least. So, I moved to my alternative hyperfixation.

I also just meant these to be sketches, but... whoops 🤷‍♀️

THIS! This is why we're friends @moociaoafterdark

Me trying to draw a basic looking anime twink vs me drawing a big beautiful man that belongs in the bara genre

In the modern AU, anytime MalcEmps do anything lovey-dovey infront of the primarchs most of them collectively groan, except for sanguinius who "Awwws".

Then Malc hits them all with the classic "What? Well, how do you all think you were made?"

Lowkey, surprised by how tender and loving MalcEmps are with each other compared to what I've seen them portrayed by the fandom (art and memes, fics were a different story)

The fandom, when I was just getting started half a year ago, gaslit me into believing the two were a dysfunctional relationship at best and were more like to co-workers that fucked each other sometimes.

Cue me reading books/short stories where the two interacted and now I can easily imagine them cuddling on the couch, while discussing the fate of humanity. I can easily imagine them making exceptions for each other, knowing things about each other no one else does (which is canon). I can imagine them doing simple domestic things in times of peace or maybe in something akin to a Modern AU. I can imagine them being lovey dovey and genuinely devoted to each other.

The two versions could coexist. And I'm not saying there isn't a certain comedic charm to the fandom version of their relationship nor that it shouldn't exist (because that would make me a hypocrite, I do enjoy that version to a certain degree and controlling how people engage with fiction is. Bad. Ew. No). I'm just laughing about the whiplash I got when I was introduced to the ship through the memes on Tumblr just to get to them in the actual books and find out that the two are genuinely peak queer romance to me.

We had an unbelievably shit day that left us in tears, bawling my eyes out. Then I saw ur post and tried drawing it to cheer myself up. Hope u like it

Consider the following: Carnívora titties on primarchs.

I used the order carnívora for this because well...wolves and lions are under that order but after that they branch out, I could've used "mammalian" but humans are mammals so....

Look, all I'm getting here is that either leman or lion (choose your pick) should have six rows of nipples that are all heavy with milk. Sore and tender. Oversensitive to the slightest breeze of fabric with every touch being a sensitive overload.

I swear I'm not slaneshi tainted, my time obsessing about ultramoorines and the possibility of them having udders that are bulging thanks to the human industrial need.

Good grief it's late at night to ponder this blushing heresy....