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Would you be so kind as to grace us with some headcanons about primarch body composition? Like who has the broadest shoulders, who's rockin the best tits, which one is sporting the fattest ass, etc? And maybe how they react to very direct compliments from us about each feature 😌

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CW: slightly spicy

Lion El'Jonson

Has a very nice back.

"You should be shirtless more often." You teased, running a hand up and down his back while he tried to get dressed, swatting his shirt away. Lion let out a small grumble, with a slight pink hue touching his cheeks.

"Control yourself. Was last night not enough?"

"Of you? Never."

Fulgrim

Incredibly soft skin

Fulgrim was partially asleep in your lap as you gently stroked his face. He cracked one eye open to see you grinning down at him.

"You have such soft skin. It's like silk."

Fulgrim grinned up at you, waking a bit more, and pulling you down for a smooch.

Perturabo

The best ass. Caked up on a Tuesday.

"Stop that." He scolded, his back turned to you.

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're staring again-" A firm hand landed on his ass. He groaned, attempting to swat it away. Face flustered, unable to understand your obsession with it.

"It's not my fault. It beckons me with its wonders." You reply, dodging his swats to get two playful handfuls. "I've never seen an ass so fine."

"You're lucky I love you." He mumbled, grabbing you and placing you on his workbench so you'd be out of reach.

Jaghatai Khan

Has gorgeous long hair

He takes it as the highest compliment when you begin to ask to braid his hair. You looked at it in wonder when he removed it from its ties, hands running through it.

"Jag, this is gorgeous. I wish my hair was like this."

"Thank you, my love, but I prefer how lovely yours is."

Leman Russ

Stomach

Leman knew true flattery when one of the few spots you could actually fall asleep on was his stomach. You loved how soft it was and kissed it gently before drifting off. He tried his best not to move for hours as you slept on him.

Rogal Dorn

His forearms.

Rogal had the habit of pushing up his sleeves when he was focusing on building plans, displaying those wonderful full arms. You told him over and over again how attractive they were. Rogal brushed the compliments off at first, but they did make his day.

Konrad Curze

Much to everyone's surprise, the softest hands

"Konrad, how the hell are your hands so soft?" You asked in wonder, running your hands over his. Konrad squirmed at the unfamiliar compliment. He had only grabbed you to move you out of the way.

He hissed at you in an attempt at intimidation.

Sanguinius

Long legs

You had a tendency to whistle when he walked by, as well as an exaggerated head movement. He always knew why. You had always been a fan of his legs.

"Long and lovely," you had called them, causing his face to burn a deep shade of red.

Ferrus Manus

Great shoulders

Ferrus had to temporarily ban you from his forge for a week. He had taken his shirt off while working on a difficult build, sweating up a storm.

One look at him and you turned into a hound. Touching and kissing his shoulders. Complimenting them. Little work had gotten done that day. Nor the next. Or the day after. He didn't understand why you loved them so much... He also wasn't complaining either.

The only reason he banned you was to get some work done. Granted, his sons did little to stop you from entering.

Angron

Hands

You always held them so gently in yours. Weapons of war and death. Yet you always treated them like the finest glassware. Kissing them gently when the nails weren't biting, whispering sweet tunes to him. Angron doubted you immensely. He also wasn't going to stop you either.

Roboute Guilliman

soft lips

You had found out the first time you two had kissed that Roboute had very soft lips. He hadn't understood why you were jealous! They never chapped or cracked. They were just in a constant state of softness.

No effort needed on his end.

The main benefit was the constant stream of kisses you supplied to him. Walking by? Smooch. Reading? Smooch. Roboute loved it.

Mortarion

has the best puppy/doe eyes

Mortarion often looked annoyed, his face constantly in a glare. You were very well aware. One day, in a moment of peace in his garden, he hit you with the softest doe eyes while showing you new growth. Soft and gentle.

It made you melt.

You made it your mission to tell him and boost that confidence. He doubts you every time, yet tries not to look as annoyed around you.

Magnus

His Biceps

Magnus flexed his biceps once for you. ONCE. A switch had flipped in you.

"I need you to do that again."

"Why?"

"Magnus, I need you to know how attractive that is."

"Nonsense."

He did lightly misuse this newfound ability, walking around sleeveless to catch your attention and draw you away from your work. It worked every time.

Horus Lupercal

Phenomenal thighs

You nearly went feral the first time you saw them. Horus' thighs were like sculpted marble. It took all your willpower not to try to bite them. You failed. You failed terribly, leaving markings everywhere.

And Horus? Oh, Horus loved it. Loved how you admired him.

Lorgar Aurelian

prettiest eyes

Lorgar had been talking to you about something probably important. Not that it mattered much anyway. The only thing that had your attention was his eyes. They shone like amber and honey in the light.

"Mesmerizing."

"War isn't mesmerizing, love."

"Not war. Your eyes. Lorgar, they're very pretty."

He flushed, and you remembered several of his sons stood around you as well.

Vulkan

Pectorals

He laughed as your hands found their way under his shirt again, rubbing up and down his chest.

"Dove, you're going to tire me out, or finally rip this shirt off of me"

"I can live with you being shirtless."

"I'm aware of that, but it would make it awkward for others."

"I can live with that too."

Corvus Corax

Soft hair

"I don't know how you get your hair so soft, Corv. It's wonderful." You adored him, running your hands through his hair. He had let you brush it out.

"It's nothing special." He mumbled. If this had been when you first started dating, he would've shunk to the shadows. Luckily, he stayed.

"I disagree. It's quite nice. I'd love to have hair this soft"

"Your hair is perfect, dear."

You beamed, leaning down, giving him a quick peck on the forehead.

Alpharius Omegon

Cute nose

You had both of them resting their head on you. One on your legs, the other in your lap. They lingered in and out of consciousness. You, however, had given up on knitting. Instead, you studied their faces. Their brows. Cheekbones. But you really enjoyed their noses, handsomely curved. It suited them well.

"You two have very cute noses."

"No," Alpharius grumbled.

"Agreed," Omegon spoke.

"I'm glad you agree with me," You replied, knowing damn well he was agreeing with his brother. They both rolled their eyes tiredly.

"You have bad taste."

"Apparently, I have great taste."

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HELLO THERE FRIEND!!!! I love your work!!! so I had an idea,,,, let's say a primarch has a crush. But oh no!! Someone tries to poison his lunch!! But good news, the poison wasn't enough to kill him. Bad news... The poison still affects him, makes him exaggerate all the romantic feelings he feels for his crush.

How do the primarchs handle this? Do they flirt? Do they scream their love from the rooftops? Do they snatch their crush from their bed the first chance they get?

(ps, if all the primarchs are too much, then just one or two is fine :))

Primarchs being dorks!

Lion El'Jonson

Lion takes hours to recognize his feelings for the reader until it hits him. He doesn't do anything to resolve those feelings. It's just the poison speaking. Shoves them deep down and hopes they go away.

They don't.

He just gets jealous of everyone around you until he can't bear it. Shows up randomly at your home and almost accuses you of being the problem. You're used to Lion and how he acts, so you call him out on his crap.

Lion then quietly confesses to you and asks you if he can start courting you.

"Lion. It's five in the morning. Yes, you can start courting me, but can we wait till I get a morning's rest?"

Fulgrim

It's everyone's problem. His sons had hoped it was just the poison speaking, but it started to feel heavier than that. Fulgrim was slipping up. Messing up his perfect paintings and looking frazzled. They don't even remember when he slept last.

They eventually decided to trap you two together. A dinner invitation forged (with the help of Alpharius) to look like both of your handwriting, making it look like you had invited each other.

You both show up and sit there awkwardly until Fulgrim finally blurts it out. He's had a feeling for you for years. It's unbearably adorable and heartfelt. How can you turn down such a perfect Fulgrim?

Give him a smooch, and he might melt.

"Fulgrim, all you had to do was talk to me; you didn't have to throw such an elaborate dinner."

"Wait, you invited me?"

You both turn to see half of his sons peeking out from behind a doorway.

Perturabo

Perturabo had killed his would-be assassin, but that didn't stop his terrible mood whenever you were around him. The complaints and comments were increased tenfold. You were the cause of this mess, he reasoned. He was a mighty man. He didn't need to waste his time thinking of what the two of you would be like together. Or how soft you looked. Or how you looked bent over his ben-.

This was nonsense.

At some point, you got fed up with the comments and finally had enough. You wanted to know why he had started to treat you this way. It was unfair and unjust.

You see his face turn a deep red, and he starts blaming you. He talks about how you're always distracting him. How he can't think of anyone else at times because of how much he cares for you. You stare at him like he's the dumbest, but cutest creature you've encountered.

"Pert... do you like me?"

".... Yes."

"You know you just could have said all this and not been a jerk, right?"

(Getting scolded like that by you might have awakened something in him, but he'll deal with that later)

Jaghatai Khan

Jaghatai flirts, but he's always been one to thin the line of flirting and joking. This was different flirting. More intense. Lots of eye contact. Lingering touches. He knows what this poison is doing to him, and he cannot keep hiding his feelings.

He comes clean to you. Open and honest. Jaghatai understands that if you turn him down, he won't treat you any differently.

"Jaghatai, I would love to enter courtship with you."

"Very well." He smiles.

Leman Russ

Leman is shouting it from the rooftop. Quite literally. He's on your roof, asking you out on a date while you're elbow-deep in your garden. Of course you'd go out with him! You've been trying to ask him for weeks! His sons start cheering in the background.

"Leman, you know you could've knocked on my front door, right?"

"This was faster, love."

Rogal Dorn

Rogal knows the poison and its side effects. He also knows this was a matter of the heart. Both cannot be ignored. He does try to ignore it for some time.

Rogal promptly stands up, confusing his sons (who follow behind him) and marches to your office. Asks you bluntly for courtship rights. When you say yes, he has a date planned. Sigismund has the details outlined on this tablet.

"Dorn, is that a blush?" You ask cheekily.

"No.... perhaps it is."

"Permission for a cheek kiss?"

"Permission granted."

Konrad Curze

He's like a cat. You wake up with several small corpses in your bed, with him standing there, proud. Doesn't understand your reaction. He's keeping you fed! And protected! Those could have gotten into your pantry!

After some shouting and pillows being thrown, Konrad finally admits his feelings to you.

"Konrad, all you had to do was ask! These are new sheets!"

"I can get you better ones."

Sanquinius

He woes over his love for you. How could you ever love him? Writes sappy poetry. Throws himself over sofas. Dante is five headaches into this mess. He's pretty sure the poison was only meant to last a few hours. It's been a week.

Dante finally has enough of his father and pulls you in to deal with this. You read the scattered poetry and brush off falling feathers. Your poor lovestruck sanguinius. You decide to ask him before he has a chance.

He wraps you in his arms and wings before applying a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Finally," Dante grumbles while walking away.

Ferrus Manus

Ferrus will grumble about it to himself. Constantly. Someone threatening his safety wasn't anything new. What was new was the obvious feelings he had for you.

You had walked into his forge during one of his grumbling sessions. You stop and listen, face turning flush. Ferrus freezes when he hears you clear your throat.

"How much of that did you hear?"

"All of it."

"Would you like to go out to dinner then?"

"Yes, please."

Angron

Surprisingly, he's very open about it to you. He can't handle dealing with these feelings and the nails at the same time. Maybe the poison was a help; who knows?

Angron summons you in one day and confesses right then and there. In the middle of the sparring room. He also gifts you a weapon.

"Would...would you allow me your blessings to court you?"

"Very much so, Angron... Also, this sword is the length of my body"

Roboute Guilliman

Roboute attempts to flirt because he needs this nagging feeling to go away. He does try his best, but it comes off as friendly conversation because he's not the best at it. Finally, he had had enough. You received a notification of a courtship form and guidelines. Five seconds later, you received a knock at your door. Roboute was standing there with flowers.

"Roboute, if you wanted to go out on a date, you could've just asked"

"Would you like to go out to dinner?"

"Very much so"

Mortarion

Mortarion ignores it. There's no way you could ever feel the same. It started to eat him up. He needed to find you and let you know. This was not just a poison.

You were settling down for the night when he knocked at your door. Mortarion was gentle but very honest about his feelings. He wished to court you, but understood if you didn't wish it.

Then tried to walk away before you answered, causing you to chase after him in your pajamas.

"Mortarion, I will go out with you. Just stop walking, you tall pain in the butt!"

Magnus the Red

Knew enough that this wasn't just the assassination attempt. He loved you. Always has. Magnus sends you a psychic message: "Do you like me? Y or N?" Which causes you to march down to his library and tell him face to face.

"It's a good thing you're cute, you know that, right?"

"That's good to know!"

Horus Lupercal

Horus is loud about it. Literally. You don't think Horus has an inside voice. He talks about it loudly to the mournival. All being a little hype squad to him, until they all turn and notice you standing there.

Horus takes your hands in his and seriously answers. You were waiting for a quiet moment between you two to ask him, so it all works out.

"They aren't coming on the date, are they?"

"Of course not!"

(They did indeed come, just in disguises.)

Lorgar Aurelian

Woes. Prays. Sings hymns about it. He thought he was being sneaky about it. You figure it out pretty fast. Especially when he sends you writing after writing about divine courtship and connection.

He finally comes clean when you walk into his office holding a stack of said writings. Lorgar cups your face gently. Take pity on him. You couldn't turn down a face like that.

"I'd love to start a relationship with you, Lorgar, but please stop sending so many papers over."

"Is voxing them over okay?"

"That's better."

Vulkan

Vulkan knows his feelings are the same with or without the poison. Will be loud and proud about his intentions. Asks you very forwardly about courtship with him. Gives you the best hug when you say yes. Salamanders are celebrating.

"Oh my beloved, I'm so glad!"

Covus Corax

Corvus sits with his feelings, long after the poison wears off. He needs to be sure before he does anything. When he's well or ready, he finds you and gently takes your hands. Corvus asks softly, wanting to make you feel at ease. You agree, gently kissing his cheek.

He accidentally shadows himself, but it gets a giggle out of it.

"Ah, you're cute. You know that, right?"

"The feelings are mutual."

Alpharius Omegon

They try to focus on other things until it slowly becomes obvious that they can't. You're always on their minds. With a nod to each other, they start their plans.

Alpharius shows up first and brings you flowers. Omegon shows up after bringing you sweets. To your surprise, they're both very honest with their feelings towards you. You've always had feelings for the two.

What confuses you is that you've never told them your favorite flowers or sweets... or where you live.

"Ah, the two of you are adorable!"

"Adorable? Us"

"Darling, that's a high form of flattery for us."

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Headcanons about Roboute Guilliman:

Found and rised by Konor Guilliman, a charismatic politician. Tarasha, his nanny, practically became his mother and still now write him letters trying to make him a nice well man. She had no succeded in her mission.

Konor had took him many times to soup kitchens and community centers. It helped him to realize what his father was doing and for what he needed to fight for.

Lost his step father in an accident that wasn't quite an accident at all. They tried to silence him but refused and witnessed against his killers.

Reunited with his real father ,he kind of sensed a bad vibe on him, yet decided to enroll in his accademy to gain a perfect education.

He was kinda happy to knew he had brothers, kinda sad when he realized that many did not liked him at all.

He do his best, he's just really good in studying and memorizing lessons. He kinda of gave the idea that he's swagger it but he's far more interested in helping in tutoring.

His favourite subjects are politics, debate and history.

Became student council president after Horus had his breakdown mostly because he was the only one capable to take on the task. He's regretting it, far too much work for himself alone and since He's kind of a Workaholic he tend to reach his limits quite often.

He's captain of the football team, how he can manage to make a balance between his duties as President and ad a player no one know.

His secret? He have a small patch for himself in the Gardening club. He likes to grow vegetables and flowers, he tend to it when no one is around. He like to pickles the cucumbers so he can eat them when he's in the office.

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Primarch posts:

Headcanon NSFW

Primarch Crush

Primarchs being grandparents

Primarch's proposals PT 1 / PT2

Primarch headcanon SFW only PT1 / PT2

Primarch Thights

Random Primarch thoughts and rambles Wednesday

Primarch Butt Slaps

Being Short with Primarchs

Primarch Anatomy

Stalking

Tall spouse

Pets

Big E's Perpetual buddy fic

Pt 1 / Pt 2

Tonyhawk / Vine / Emp throwing it back / Kids

Short Fics

No shenanigans (Horus and the mournival)

Dante, I swEAR (Luis Dante)

Aye (Titus)

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Sketch from tired tired tired really tired me

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Eeeeee! I see requests are open?!?!? How about Vulkan holding a bunch of guardsmen up like cats in a bear hug, cuteness aggression style.

Gotta keep them guardsman, nice and toasty thankfully, they have the mighty salamander Lord to keep them all warm!

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Awwww!

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There was always a moment of enlightenment for Guilliman during teleportation, when he hung in a state that was neither life nor death.

In those moments, when his soul straddled two worlds, he knew himself for what he truly was: not a being of matter alone, but a creature of both realities. And in those moments, he was convinced – no, he knew – that he was spun from warp stuff and matter both.

- Dark Imperium

Don't question the magenta blueberry

I wanted to play with extreme color contrasts. it just ended up very pink as pink and purple are the colors I associate the most with the warp

I play Warframe a lot, This is what you are is a pretty infamous theme for reasons I won't get into but idk I had a vision and may or may not have achieved it I dunno

Nano out

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This hurts MY soul. So beautiful

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The Pied Piper of Ultramar - Gulliman

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The Pied Piper of Ultramar - Gulliman

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In the end, you will realize that no matter how hard you try to hold on, everything you hold dear will be gone forever, never to return: your memories, your ideals, your pride,your humanity.

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Imperium secundus 2: Electric boogaloo

It is the 41st millennium.

Guilliman needs a break, Sanguinius is having an identity crisis, and Lion is surprisingly well adjusted.

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Roboute and his sole daughter, I’m crying😭. She’s absolutely his pride and joy!!!

REAL!! Ik bro is one of the proudest father ever 😭😭

Yall have this doodle cuz they're taking a nap

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Whatever he becomes, he will be of use.

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Why Sisters of Silence choose to cooperate with Guilliman instead of Dorn in Ashes of the Imperium?

(This post was removed from Reddit because of spoilers, so I'm putting it here.)(now with art！)

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At first glance, the decision by the Sisters of Silence and the Custodes (effectively acting as one entity, the Talons of the Emperor) to reveal the critical status of the Golden Throne only to Guilliman seems straightforward.

On the surface, the reasons are obvious:

1. Guilliman brought a fresh, massive fleet capable of retaking Luna.

2. He is a statesman capable of wrangling the mortals.

3. Unlike his brothers, he didn’t endure the Siege of Terra; he lacks the PTSD and is arguably the most clear-headed.

4. He held the logistical keys to the Imperium. It seemed there was “no other choice.”

But was there really “no other choice”?

If we look closer, those obvious reasons likely weren’t the deciding factors. We have to remember a crucial detail: The people who knew the Emperor‘s secret—the Custodes, the Sisters of Silence, and a select few mortals—share a common trait: They do not trust Primarchs.

And among the untrustworthy Primarchs, Guilliman was the least trusted. He was late to the Siege. He held a massive independent army. And everyone was vaguely aware of what he did in Ultramar (Imperium Secundus).

So, if they were acting solely on the “obvious” reasons listed above, telling the most ambitious, potentially secessionist Primarch that the Emperor is effectively dying would be suicide. Guilliman already controls the grain and supply lifelines of Terra. Are the Talons really so helpless that they would hand the ultimate leverage to someone they suspect of empire-building?

Think about it from the perspective of the mortals and the Talons. The absolute worst-case scenario for them isn’t a single rogue Primarch.It is the Primarchs forming a united, cohesive front,again.

Even if loyal, the whole HH series(and all the lore around this era) highlights a key theme: The post-human logic of Primarchs and Astartes is alien to mortals. They are difficult to control and almost impossible to constrain. If the remaining loyalist Primarchs formed a solid, agreed-upon ruling council, mortals and the Talons would lose all agency. The Imperium would be ruled by a group of irritable, impulsive demigods who are unable to control themselves.

So, handing this secret to a widely beloved, trusted Primarch (Dorn) would be dangerous. That Primarch could rally his brothers, unite them in purpose, and retake Luna. But then? You have a united brotherhood of demigods running the show.

This is where the genius of the decision lies.

While the Talons and mortals distrust Guilliman, the other Primarchs also distrust Guilliman.

He is the most powerful Primarch militarily, but the one with the least moral authority among his peers. He is capable of retaking the Black Ships to feed the Throne, but he cannot rally his brothers into a unified political bloc. He cannot form a “super-council” of demigods because his brothers won’t listen to him.

By revealing the secret to Guilliman, Sos created a specific set of outcomes:

1. The Usurper Scenario (Unlikely): Guilliman uses the secret to seize total power. However, even if he had the ambition, he has no motive to let Terra burn. Without the Throne, there is no empire to rule. Retaking the Black Ships is his priority regardless of his ambition.

2. The Failed Diplomat Scenario (Likely): Guilliman tries to tell his brothers the truth to get their help. But because he is distrusted, they question his motives. They think he is lying for power.

3. The Lone Operator Scenario (Optimal): Guilliman keeps the secret to himself and acts alone. This is the best outcome for the status quo. Because his brothers suspect him, he faces opposition. To overcome his brothers’ obstructionism, he must rely on the High Lords and mortal institutions.

Because Guilliman is isolated from his brothers, he has to empower the mortals to get things done. He has to give mortals weight, attention, and authority to counterbalance the other Primarchs.

Furthermore, to justify retaking Luna without revealing the Throne is failing, he has to push the narrative that “Chaos is defeated” . Even if he knows the Warp is still a threat, he has to lie. Later, when the Warp threat returns (as it always does), Guilliman is proven “wrong,” his credibility would take another hit, and his legitimacy would shrink further ensuring he can never be an absolute tyrant.

The Result:

* Guilliman and his brothers remain divided.

* Guilliman does the dirty work of saving the Throne (retaking Luna/Black Ships) but gets hate for it because he can’t explain *why*.

* Mortal power rises.

* The “Primarch Threat” is neutralized by their own internal friction.

Why did Guilliman accept this role?

Guilliman isn’t stupid. He could have foreseen this. He could have chosen the path of transparency: reveal the truth to his brothers, force a consensus, and use his charisma to win over the populace. This would have solidified his power and mended bridges with his kin.

But he didn’t.

1. Just like hiding Sanguinius's death from the public, Guilliman likely believed the truth of the Emperor's condition would break the Imperium further. He couldn't risk his brothers falling into a "revenge frenzy" rather than a tactical recovery.

2. Guilliman shares the arrogance of the primarchs. He looks at his brothers—Dorn (broken by the Siege), Vulkan (traumatized), Khan (wounded),Corax (missing),the Lion and Russ (brawling)—and decides that only he is sane and smart enough to handle the truth. He doesn’t trust them to be rational any more than they trust him.

‘He thinks he is right. About everything. And he’s impatient. So that‘s actually two flaws.He orders others to perform a task, he’s not satisfied with how it‘s done, so he’ll seize control to do it himself. You might not like this, but thinking like that can lead only one way. I won‘t speak it out loud, but you know what I mean.’

--Archmagos

3.It has been said that only Horus and Guilliman were true political animals among primarchs, but in different ways. Horus understood Astartes but refused to understand mortals. Guilliman can manage any mortal, but struggles with his brothers. He knew that aligning with the mortals was the path of least resistance to getting the job done efficiently.

Thus Guilliman accepts the role of the liar which he hated because he thinks it is necessary. He doesn’t do it to be loved because he knows he will not get love anyway.

There is a poignant exchange in the Ashes of the Imperium between Prayto and a dying Son of Horus:

‘I find I pity you, brother,’ he slurred, beginning to lose consciousness as his body finally shut down. ‘They’ll never love you. One day you‘ll see that.’

The Librarian finally withdrew his sword, caked with boiling blood. He stood up, shoulders back, a vision of rectitude.

‘If that is all you care about,’ he said, ‘then you deserved this fate.’

This mirrors Guilliman‘s entire existence. He is the one chosen to bear the secret because he is the one who puts necessity above all else. Whether he suffers internally for deceiving his brothers and isolating himself is irrelevant to the survival of the Imperium,and Guilliman tells himself it is irrelevant, too.

It reminds me of that passage from Belisarius Cawl: The Great Work:

‘Are you sure this is the only way?’ Roboute Guilliman said in despair. ‘Are you sure?’

Then the primarch, poor Roboute Guilliman, stood over him, ten thousand years ago and not so long ago, always serious, always worried, no joy in his life of duty.

But he did it anyway.

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(commissioned art！)

Strange beings.

They appear like enormous blueberries, clustering around and following Guilliman.

Because Guilliman lacks psychic ability, he can neither see nor sense their presence.

He only occasionally feels a faint sense of nostalgia.

As if those he parted with ten thousand years ago were still by his side now.

The Librarians can perceive the aura around Guilliman, yet since these creatures show no hostility and merely wish to stay close to their father, they choose to ignore them.

Some of the blueberry spirits have even smugly crawled atop their father’s head.

Where they came from remains an enigma indeed.

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Roboute is on vacation!

This is a commissioned piece; the artist is noirsheep.

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Here is the Lion