Люций для челленджа! Решила нарисовать Люция в ранние годы, что то вроде сцены перед предстоящим боем, мандраж и ожидание!
Lucius the Eternal for the challenge! I decided to draw Lucius in his early years, kind of like a scene before an upcoming fight, all the nerves and anticipation!
I don't know if you've ever heard of this song by Disturbed called You're Mine. But you should give it a listen cause it's so Guilliman x reader coded. It's so uncanny how spot on it is for your story. Great song too.
Oh my goodness. 🤯 You're absolutely right! That's perfect!
That's another song added to the Playlist, thank you!
You're being treated (or annoyed) once again today!
You had a love before him, but now your love is dead. How each and every Primarchs would react?
Lion El'Jonson
He will stand tall, voice steady, offering you quiet counsel and a hand to hold. He will not speak of his relief, but his eyes will soften when you mention the future, and his presence will be a shield around you.
Fulgrim
He will kiss your tears away, voice soft, calling your past a necessary step to this perfection. He will exalt you, and his joy will be woven into every word.
Perturabo
In your crisis Perturabo will offer you structure, plans, a future laid out in clean lines. He will not say he is glad you are now single, but his calculations will now include you as central, and his relief will show in the precision of his care.
Jaghatai Khan
He will ride close, silent, and let his presence speak. When you mention what comes next, his laugh will be lighter, and his pace will slow to match yours.
Leman Russ
He will sit beside you, beer in hand, and say little. But when you speak of the future, his grin will widen, and his hand will find yours, claiming you without words.
Rogal Dorn
He will offer you strength, a fortress, a future built on stone. He will not gloat, but his steady gaze will tell you that you are now his, and he is glad.
Konrad Curze
He will watch you from the dark, voice low, saying that the past was a curse broken. He will not claim you, but his satisfaction will show in the way he stays.
Sanguinius
He will defer to you, letting you lead, yet his wings will curl around you, and his quiet smile will betray the joy he feels at your freedom and ability to chose him.
Ferrus Manus
He will press his metal hand to your shoulder, voice rough but warm. He will offer you solidity, and his joy will be in the certainty that you are now his.
Angron
He will grip your hand, red eyes burning, and say nothing of the past. But his rage will quiet when you speak of the future, and his relief will show in the way he holds you.
Roboute Guilliman
He will be respectful, but a few days later Roboute begins to speak of legacy, of what you will build together. He will not say he is rejoiced, but his efficiency will shift to center you, and his relief will show in his care.
Mortarion
He will be cold aloud, yet his grip will not loosen. He will not speak of joy, but he will keep you close, and his silence will carry the weight of a secret thankfulness.
Magnus the Red
He will see the threads of fate snap and reform, and his voice will soar with the knowledge that you are now bound to him. He will call it prophecy, and his joy will be undeniable.
Horus Lupercal
He will smile, bright and radiant, and pull you into his embrace. He will speak of destiny fulfilled, of stars aligning, and of you finally being free to be his.
Lorgar Aurelian
He will kneel, voice trembling, calling your loss a divine sign. You are blessed with new beginning, pressed to his chest. All while he is weeping with the beauty of what is now possible.
Vulkan
He will hold you gently, tears in his eyes, and speak of healing and new life. He will not hide his relief, and his warmth will wrap around you like a promise.
Corvus Corax
He will linger in the shadows beside you, silent but ever-present. Corvus will not claim your grief, but he will let you know, without words, that you are no longer alone, and that the past is gone.
Alpharius Omegon
They will speak as one, voice single: "You are free. And now, you are with us." No more. No less. Their joy will be absolute, and their claim on you unshakable.
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Hey can I do another art request regarding Big-E? Its his soul in the warp trying to reach Terra so he can fix mankind again but the soul of Horus is holding him back even possesively.
God-Emperor: Please son let me come back to them. They need to flourish
Horus: You already failed mankind... let them rot.. and savor your failures
Then proceed to possesively bites his father on the neck while holding him more. (man I do kinda like semi incest-ish even with hate love going on)
I know this is not exactly what you asked for buuuut, GOOP MONSTER HORUS!!!!
Papa Dha'lok won the poll. Maybe you were expecting him to be sexier, but this little scene popped into my head. A bit of insight into what the group's dragon dad keeps inside. I hope you like it.
You had your great love, but Neoh has his design upon you -
"You cannot take him from me!! You are not allowed to take him from me! He is mine. Mine, you hear me? He is mine and he should stay by my side! Leave him be!"
"You will learn that this is not how it should have been. He was a distraction, a distraction that must now be removed from your side. I was content to let you have him for the time being. But now, now it's time for you to come back to my side. Yet you may grieve, for I'm gracious in allowing it. But you will ultimately be as I want you to be, as fate designs both of us to be. So weep your tears, but know this: I expect you to dry them by the time we reach Earth once again."
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"Sneaky midnight reel that nobody will see, just so instagram doesn't Exterminatus on me, but makes me happy because it contains some pretty #toxic men I have been drawing.
Gotta archive them somehow.
Best Higuruma Edit btw, Damn, seamless, damn, all credit goes to You buddy.✊🏾" — Might put It here Just aswell
I would love to see your write something with Guilliman and a FemReader. Can be fluffy, can be spicy, can be angsty. My one request?
A happy ending, please and thank you!
Courting Crushed - Oneshot (Guilliman x fem!Reader)
Masterlist Here
Yipppeee! Nothing feels more cute, fluffy and hopeful to me than a young Guilliman still untouched by 'The Horrors' (tm) coming to terms with his first crush... with a little help on how to be not quite so dorkish <333
“Roboute, my dearest son,” she starts, somehow still managing to give him a wisened, chastising look as though he was a toddler once more from many, many feet below him, “we need to talk.”
He takes a seat solemnly.
Tarasha was never typically this serious or frank with him, instead opting for a gossiping or political approach which had taught him greatly over the years, learning to search for the meaning in other’s words and such.
So, it must have been extremely serious.
Requiring of his full attention.
“I’m fed up, and as your mother I’ve had enough - you need to court that woman and you’re starting today.”
What.
How did she-
He can feel his face start to burn as he tries desperately to formulate a response.
It’s not as if he hadn’t tried to court you!
It’s just that every time he went to speak with you something in his brain stuttered that he couldn’t quite work past. He could not deny that you had optimal aesthetic attraction to him, but there were plenty of beautiful women on Macragge - it wasn’t that which had captured his attention.
You were confident, but you were not confident without competence. Suave, charming and charismatic without being cocky or completely audacious. You were a woman who knew what she wanted and exactly how to get it - and most refreshingly without being an obnoxious snob.
You were disastrously intoxicating.
He hadn’t yet found a way to broach the topic to his adoptive mother, and the fact she had instead noticed from his behaviour was even more alarming to him, his blush steadily spreading out to his ears.
Did that mean you had noticed too?
Tarasha politely sips her tea while he takes a moment to compose himself, allowing him to clear his throat before speaking, “I will admit I have attempted courtship… but have not been reciprocated.”
She hums to herself for a moment, setting down her cup.
“How did you do it?,” she questions slowly, “If you would humour me for a moment.”
Just when he thought he had recovered you fill his thoughts again with the way you looked the day he decided to finally approach you.
Beauty and grace as always, but with a hint of boldness. You’d done a traditional look as was expected of you but woven fresh blooms through your hair to create an intricate weave that was somehow delicate and brazen in its design. Rebellion against the gems and jewels that were expected of you and yet pulling it off flawlessly.
Not to mention the soft floral scent it gave you as you walked by…
He recalled the way he’s resolved himself to finally speak with you properly, not just passing generic conversation of work or politics in a formal setting but personally.
Theoretical: greetings, then appropriate and relevant compliment.
Practical:
“Salutations, the arrangement of your hair is aesthetically optimal,” he repeats back what he had first said to her, but for some reason this time it sounds wrong the second it leaves his lips - perhaps it was the disapproving look it made on his mother’s face?
She drags a hand down her face good naturedly suppressing her chuckles, “Ah, young love - it’s like you’re still just my little boy all over again, now let’s run through your etiquette.”
His second attempt at inviting you on a date is far more successful - after his mother’s tutelage of course, and evidenced by your acceptance of his proposition.
A private sailing trip, captained by himself, onto the Pharamis Ocean, not too far of course, but far enough to allow you both some privacy and a trip away from the hustle and bustle of life on Ultramar.
Tarasha had decided to personally pick out his dress for him for the occasion too - a quality, if simple, white robe accented with gold and blue trim, and simple sandals, with his hair laying in looser tousled curls. Tasteful yet still casual.
He’d tastefully decorated the boat too, with a little help once more, with the same fresh flowers he’d seen you wearing, light and gauzy coverings and even packing some refreshments for you both to enjoy while on the water.
The weather was perfect too, it was on a touch of the too high side of hot in the city, meaning the sea breeze would be perfect, and there was not a cloud in the sky for miles to be seen.
It also allowed him appropriate close proximity, though the very act of helping you onto the small boat was simultaneously exhilarating and daunting. You’d let him take your smaller hand in his and steady you aboard, affording him thanks and one of your winning smiles that made his gut flip.
Then you’d sat, lounged back with your legs crossed over and figure accentuated by the drape of your robes, looking across at him as he manoeuvred sails and pulleys to adjust course and start you out of the harbour.
It was an easy conversation for the ride out to the spot he’d picked out prior, a route he knew easily now from his practice runs. He could partially busy himself with the physical aspect of sailing too, having something that needed doing a calming balm to his racing mind and trembling hands.
It was something to look at that wasn’t into your electrifying eyes that always seemed to paralyse him.
Still, you lead the conversation while he works, but he contributed easily too, coaxing laughter and more as the docks grew smaller and smaller until they arrive.
“We have arrived, it’s the ideal location to settle - geometric views combined with calm waters and superior privacy.”
The ocean is spread wide before you now, endlessly blue and sparkling in the sun like millions of crystals, framed with perfect rays of light. Fresh spray mists the air around the boat. It was completely perfect, and all that was left was for your approval.
“I must admit, the view from here is absolutely phenomenal," Guilliman sighs a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding, “… and I suppose the scenery is lovely too.”
There is no dignity to be found in the sounds he makes when his brain catches on to your words, following the exact trail of her gaze he’d been too focussed to notice before.
Words are stuttered as his brain freezes - you were, you - he -
Then somehow you were in front of him, stepping up from the seat and swaying slightly with the bob of the ship, looking up at him like you’d decided something.
He gulps, wondering when the sun had become so hot on his face.
“You are many, many things, Roboute,” you start, “kind, intelligent, handsome, cute - but you aren’t particularly forward, so I suppose I will have to decide these things for the both of us.”
You finish by reaching up to grab his toga and pulling him down to meet you, claiming his lips still parted in surprise.
This kiss was soft and sweet, not too chaste but not too long either, just enough for him to get a breathless taste of you before you pulled away.
It was shattering to him - utterly addictive.
The taste of you slightly tinged by the salty sea air and breeze.
Then he kisses you, sweeping down from where you’d pulled back to capture you in return, but this time you deepen it, allowing a swipe of his tongue before pulling back for more air.
“Your romantic assertiveness is greatly appreciated,” he murmurs as he leans in for another one, already hooked on your taste from a single kiss“and your suggestion of further activity is accepted with enthusiasm.”
Telling someone about some media he likes, then deciding to himself that by successfully talking them into reading Hamlet, it means the conversation is now over and just starting a new task without saying a goddamn word.
And, by the way, he's using a desktop computer made for a baseline human, so now I'm picturing him concentrating on jabbing at a keyboard with two big index fingers and hitting 3 keys at once every time
I received quite a few of those, so I'm combining them (sorry!)
Let's say that the Primarchs had one stand and then after some time they found out they were dads. How will they react?
There are those who will treat you with suspicion, needing to see the indubitable proof that the child is indeed theirs. Those are Lion El'Jonson, Corvus Corax, Perturabo, Mortarion, Angron and Alpharius and Omegon. Yet, once the proof is presented to them, they will change. You are to be venerated in a way that's hidden to the outside eyes, but obvious to those who are somehow closest to them. Your child will be trained in their ways and, well, perhaps he will be present for the next one.
Oh, this is a divine sign, a providence, a prophecy come fulfilled for him to have an heir. Of course he will embrace it, and you, with open arms. How beautiful this little family of his is now. And those are Lorgar Aurelian, Horus Lupercal, Magnus the Red, Vulkan, and Fulgrim. Come, dearest one, be venerated in his arms. Be exalted and be beloved. Your shared child will know nothing but joy, and hopefully some siblings will come around.
Yeah, you know that, this tracks. That's just how he is, so it might as well have happened. And those are Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan. He is still slightly suspicious, because others in the past have claimed to bear the fruit from his loins, but this child has displayed nothing but his own traits, so he is here to accept it. And if you are amiable to it, he is hopeful that you will accept him as well. Yes, he was not present for those arduous months of your life. But! He is present now. And if you are once again amiable to it, he will be present for the next ones.
This is unexpected, to say the least, though kind of comical given who they are. But perhaps they simply never looked in this sort of future. And of course I'm talking about Sanguinius and Konrad Curze. But now the child is here and so is the mother. So he will for once defer to you on how you would like to act on this one. If you want him gone, so be it. But if you wish him close, he will make sure to cement himself in your life for years, if not centuries to come.
How could this be? He was careful, he was calculated, he was, well, himself. Yet the truth is before his eyes. There is a child, there is a mother, and he must take, well, the responsibility for what has happened. If you are agreeable, he is happy to have you by his side, perhaps not as his lover, (unless of course you want it) but as a matron. These are Rogal Dorn, Roboute Guilliman, Ferrus Manus. If you wish nothing to do with him, he'll still make sure that you and his child are provided for, no matter how much it costs him personally.
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I love how Guilliman is one of the ones who not only will take responsibility and provide, but respect the mother of his child's choices and preferences.
