How clueless do you think Ferrus was when Fulgrim started hitting on him? I headcanon he was so clueless that Fulgrim eventually just had to
a) completely undress in front of him
b) grab him by the dick
C) both
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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How clueless do you think Ferrus was when Fulgrim started hitting on him? I headcanon he was so clueless that Fulgrim eventually just had to
a) completely undress in front of him
b) grab him by the dick
C) both
13 vs 7
Realized I never posted this here. It's an older piece from a few years back that I recently touched up. Inspired by ancient Greek boxer statues.
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‘You are injured,’ the primarch said.
‘A lucky hit. I was surprised.’
‘I will stay with you. Come.’
Sicarius meant to protest, but a look from the primarch silenced him.
‘What manner of father would I be if I willingly abandoned a son when he might easily be saved?’
Sicarius stumbled. Guilliman extinguished the fires of his father’s sword and locked it to his back. With his freed hand, he grabbed Sicarius’ upper arm.
‘Let me support you.’
The ship shook with a heavy impact. There was an explosion somewhere nearby. The sound of gunfire and screams was a constant undertone to the blaring alarms and crackle of firearms.
‘No. Leave me. Save yourself.’
‘How about I order you to let me support you?’ said the primarch. ‘I would prefer not to make my kindness a command.’
Sicarius nodded, and lifted his arm. Guilliman grasped it and dragged him on his way.
——The Silent King
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Actually, fuck it. You know what? This is my job and I gets to be stupid about it. You are stuck here with me.
Primarch, and their opinion about tax/tax season.
Horus: Tought that like. Tax happened to other people. He was his dad favorite lil guy! You wouldn't tax a lil guy like him, right?? Was eventually hit wih many years of late fees and unpaid taxes, and the fallout that ensued may have helped in the start of the heresy.
Sanguinius: His forms are always, always flawless. Not a mistake in sight. What people don't see is the absolute panicked meltdown that those forms create evey years. By the end he's a disshevelled mess and his room is covered in feathers, tears and blood, but the forms are done.
Vulkan: Give a good, honest try every year. Somehow always end up with a small return, wich makes him very happy. He actually has been making small mistakes about it, but it's within he margin of errors and the Tax Organisation gives it to him anyway.
Perturabo: Libertarian. Refuse to give taxes to the Imperium, insist he has a provincial local systhem that work beter and that HE can manage the expense for his legions through it. Forrix had almost a mental breakdown trying to fill it.
Fulgrim: Super torn. On one hand, he UNDERSTAND why tax are important. On the other hand... What's a little creative accounting? Some light embezzelling? Surely this won't blow up in his face, right?
Ferrus: Did not know that tax were a thing until Fulgrim told him. Asked him if he could do them for his legions, and his boyfriend accepted. He pays him back by spending a few days a year with him. In bed. He LOVE tax season.
Jaghatai: Does his taxes, but grumble every years that they are VERY frustrating for not accepting horses as a valid payment form! He even offered to give extra, if they just let him pay in damn horses! The conversion rate gives him headaches. Somehow always just shy of being late.
Alpharius & Omegon: win at taxes. Somehow get a returns that is bigger than their entire spending and earning combined for a year. They just hacked into the systhem and gave it to themself. They are not ready for the Horrors that will soon follow (a full audit).
Magnus: Insist that divination is a valid way to get to your tax statement. When it was refused, tried numerology. His forms spontanuously combusted when completed. He then makes Ahriman do it.
Mortarion: tried the first year to pay in a percentage of a grain harvest. It was refused, and he threw quite a big tantrum. Make the process as long and as painful as possible for whichever poor soul is sent to talk about his tax with him. Contest everything.
Rogal: Oh he fill them so, so good. Actually enjoy the process, it pleass his brain so fucking much. Fuck yeah, give him more tax papers baby! Sometime, if he's feeling spicy, he will intentionally put in a mistakes to see if the tax agents catch it. One time they even sent him extra forms to fill once it was spotted, and he was shaking in excitment.
Angron: All tax forms of the WE are redirected to Lotara. She send them back with a red scribles "FUCK OFF" and a pile of teeth. It's marked as paid.
Lorgar: Does his tax very well! On time and everything!! But his papers keep having the most unlucky bullshit happen to them. One time they were literally dropped in a lake. Constantly has to redo them, and its stressing him out!!! The chaos god are in full effect to garante that hr never has an easy tax return.
Leman: is "conveniently" unreachable every tax season. Constantly on the move in random corner of the galaxy for it, and laugh nervously when tax are mentioned. Actually does not know what tax are and at this point he's too afraid to ask.
Konrad: Insist that he made proper payment, and that his tax are ABSOLUTELY exact, without a single fault or flaw, because that would be a Crime. The fact that he paid in humans skins and organs, corresponding to their exact monetary value, is disturbing.
Lion: Stare at the paper. Stare at whoever gave him the paper. Make a simple grunting noise, and slides all the paper toward Luther. This was the start of the deterioration of their relationship.
Corvus: Tax are good. Tax are greats. She love and respect an equal tax burden, and will publically respect a good tax burden. In private tho, she bitch and moan about her tax funding things she hates. Daydream about witholding them, but never do so.
... And Roboute: The one that instaured the tax systhem in the first place. Know every single rules, regulation, and how exactly to break them. Unwilling to admit that the entire database is staying on a house of card that are 3 excel sheets. He has one machnicus guy keeping it alive.
Bonus round:
Malcador: Has been doing the tax for Terra, some-fucking-how. He actually just imput bullshit numbers and people assume that he did the calculation correctly, because there is no way that they are doing the 3 millions page audit.
Emp: has not paid his taxes since the time he was a simple copper merchant who DEFFINITLY was selling quality goods and totally didn't burn down his house to hide the evidence. Rob is on the case tho, and the Emperor is starting to get nervous...
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Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Warhammer 40.000, Warhammer 40k (Novels) - Various Authors Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lion El'Jonson/Roboute Guilliman Characters: Lion El'Jonson, Roboute Guilliman, Merir Astelan, Gallan Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Domestic Fluff, Fake Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Lion El'Jonson tries to act human Summary:
A story about lies, radishes, weaponised turtles, a plastic doomsday device,and the terrible power of accidental domesticity.
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A kiss.
Babymarch Roboute💙
Babymarch Lion💚
I kove your art !
Does the baby primarchs are proud at their adult forms, specially Lion?
Yes, I think so too!
Lion always wants to be Papa's loyal knight. Baby Lion is in such a hurry to grow up into an adult lion, but he’ll need to eat well and sleep a lot to get there…
…maybe for about 10,000 years!💤🤭
Thank you so much for loving my art and for the ask!🥰
A Lion/Roboute fanfic idea by my friend 徵羽:
The Lion was teleported back to 30k to stop the Horus Heresy, but in doing so, he would lost forever the future Guilliman whom he loved. The young Lord of Ultramar was not his Roboute after all.
I love this story, even though it was very sad.
Also it was Guilliman who sent the Lion back in time, and he lied and didn't tell the Lion that it was a one-way ticket. He just gave half of his ribbon of laurel to Lion as Lion's hair tie, hoping it would make his brother remember him. It was probably the most willful act Guilliman could ever think of.
So when the lion succeeded in changing the future, his hair tie disappeared. He knew that he had successfully prevented the most terrifying future, and also that his Roboute was no more.
Once again, the Lion was not a fan of Macragge's style of clothing.
Welcome back Lion
All the merch I made recently:
lenticular postcards of Lion and Guilliman
postcards:
Roboute sticker & pendant keyring
Black card of the Lord Regent
Acrylic stand(Lion & Guilliman)
Acrylic brick(the Lion & Guilliman & M'kia)
Transparent card (Guilliman,so he could keep working everywhere)
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Macragge
The lord of Ultramar just posed for his new marble statue, which would be placed in the hall of the Fortress of Hera in the future.
....And the Lion was not a fan of the 'Heroic Nudity' of Space Rome.