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Mecha i made for Comiday this july
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✨Dedicated to our beloved Lord Guilliman✨
Hi everyone, I'm quite new to the Warhammer universe, and this is my illustration of Guilliman. I incorporated some of my own redesigns into the character's details. I've uploaded the high-res image to my ArtStation, so feel free to head over there for a closer look. Hope you all like it, and thanks for the support!
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Dilectissimo Domino Ultramaris
Inspired by the famous Napoleon as Mars the Peacemaker.
Their sins.
“Hateful art for a hateful time.”
“The light went from the cherub’s eyes. It flew off, motor buzzing. The primarch watched it go back to its roost with critical eyes. The wings were more than adornment; from the sound of it, there was not enough lift in the gravity impeller to keep it aloft. The machines of this millennium were crude. The engineers among his brothers would probably have caught the thing and rebuilt the motor; he was close to doing so himself. Either that, or tossing it out of an airlock into the void and replacing it with something less ghoulish.”
——Dark Imperium
You’ve inspired me to draw again, your art is so lovely !!!!! And your writings and AUs are so intriguing.
Thank you somuch!!😍😚😚
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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.
Looks like i missed world hamster day, so i decided to post a little dump of my past Guilliman hamster commissioned art. all art is by 里斯—huge thanks to her for always drawing the guilliham so incredibly cute↓
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Saw people bitching on Reddit about how it's implausible for the Primarchs to be so emotionally immature as 200 year old genius war veterans. They even went so far as to cite it as an example of bad writing.
And like...that's wild to me? That anyone thinks emotional maturity is just a thing that happens if you wait long enough? Or that being hyper-intelligent guarantees emotional intelligence? Have you even met people before??
The Primarchs reached physical maturity at a rapid rate, I think the time frame spans anywhere between 1-10 years. So there were Primarchs being treated as infallible demi-god kings after only being alive for three years. They are not having anything CLOSE to a normal childhood.
With normal humans, there's a noted phenomenon where the emotional development of celebrities is often stunted at the age they became famous; if you skyrocketed to stardom at 16 years old, you'll likely be walking around in a 40 year old's body but functioning with a teenagers maturity level. It's because their ability to grow into healthy emotional maturity is disrupted by trauma, a lack of normal social development, intense pressure/responsibility, etc.
Most of the Primarchs grew into 9ft toddlers overnight and then no one had the balls to tell them "I think you're acting like a dumb bitch, actually" ever again. Most of them, from the jump, were taught the entire world revolved around them. That is TERRIBLE for you.
And then there's the fact that a fair share of them had traumatic, abusive childhoods. One of the hallmarks of a traumatized kid is a certain degree of age-inappropriate maturity, like a 12 year old who talks and operates like a grown ass adult. But what people tend to forget is that while traumatized kids are hyper-mature in some areas, they'll also be extremely immature in others.
As a former traumatized child, I had adults remarking on my precociousness all the time when I was a teen; I had a very world weary outlook, I understood and could converse about adult topics, I was extremely self-sufficient...but I'd also have fuckin tantrums over minor inconveniences. I couldn't regulate my emotions even if you'd paid me. I was self-centered and petty and volatile as hell.
Dang, sounds familiar.
The Primarchs who do have some semblance of emotional maturity? Guilliman, Dorn and Khan: three guys with stable, loving family units. Guilliman also had a mom there who'd call him out on his bullshit, he had someone to hold him accountable, he wasn't allowed to be an infallible demi-god. This makes a difference.
And cognitive intelligence really means fuck all when it comes to emotional intelligence. My mom's dad was a mathematics professor at Yale for a bit, but he quit his position because he could not fucking handle students correcting him sometimes. My mom had to grow up in poverty because her dad would have a massive self-destructive crashout and quit a job anytime someone said "Well actually--". He'd grown up being told he was a special infallible genius by a coddling mother and it fuckin destroyed him, it made him insufferable.
Once again: sounds familiar, yeah?
And I shouldn't even have to explain why "if you live long enough, you'll eventually become emotionally mature" is ridiculous, we all know boomers who act like annoying toddlers. That is...insanely common.
Like it really shouldn't be hard to conceptualize why someone who's been denied ANY shot at normal human emotional development would act like a 13 year old boy at 200 years old.
I'd also like to add two reasons why Guilliman turned out a bit more balanced and stable compared to the other Primarchs. First, he experienced a much longer childhood than the rest. He didn't physically grow into a giant until he was about twelve years old. Before that, his father sent him to a military academy, which gave him the chance to interact with ordinary humans and society on a relatively equal footing. Second, he possesses no psychic abilities or innate, intuitive knowledge. He actually had to study to grow intellectually. This taught him his own limitations and helped him recognize that others could excel past him in certain areas. This trait is evident later on when the Ultramarines continuously adopted tactics and knowledge they deemed useful from other Legions. While this upbringing didn't necessarily cure his arrogance, it at least gave him the capacity to admit his mistakes, reflect on them, and course-correct.
‘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
Commissioned art,the artist is SunnyClare.
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...
no wait this is such a coincidence bc i was just conceptualizing this exact scenario:for the last 10k years guilliman didn't have to pay taxes bc he was legally a corpse, right? but then he resurrects. and going from a corpse back to a living person legally proves he wasn't actually fully dead those past 10 millennia. which means, according to the very tax laws HE HIMSELF WROTE, he was liable for taxes this whole time. but he didn't pay them. AND he never filed for a tax exemption.
so Roboute Guilliman the lord of Ultramar himself has been committing tax evasion by playing possum for 10,000 years straight, and the accumulated late fees and fines over a literal eon mean the absolute second he woke up he was instantly and utterly bankrupt😋
Modern AU.The bodyguard.
Lion is an ex-special forces operative forced into early retirement after his ruthless and brutally efficient methods on a previous mission drew too much unwanted attention. With his savings completely depleted, his standard of living took a rapid plunge. When his fixer Malcador suggested a job as a personal bodyguard, Lion initially scoffed at the idea. However, Malcador bluntly pointed out that the only other option was taking shifts at a local cat cafe. Facing an empty wallet and a desperate need to survive, Lion reluctantly accepted the offer.
Guilliman was born into immense wealth as the son of the late Senator Konor. Now a rising corporate star, his aggressive business expansions have made him plenty of enemies, particularly drawing the hostility of the Word Bearers Corporation. Supremely confident and intensely controlling, Guilliman always viewed security details as a severe waste of resources. His stubbornness lasted exactly until he survived a third assassination attempt in a single week, an ordeal he escaped mostly through sharp intuition and sheer luck. At that point, his adoptive mother and chief advisor Madame Euten issued a strict ultimatum, threatening to quit entirely unless he hired protection. Guilliman was forced to compromise, demanding a single bodyguard who was expressly forbidden from disrupting his daily schedule.
And so, Lion and Guilliman found themselves face-to-face in Guilliman's penthouse office. They instantly despised each other. Yet, after a brief exchange to test the waters, both begrudgingly concluded that the other was highly competent, even if their personality was absolute garbage (while secretly admitting to themselves that the other wasn't too bad to look at, either). They signed the contract.
They would both eventually come to deeply regret that decision.
A happy ending.
The story behind this:
Guilliman was slain. The Lion was blinded.
Knowing that Chaos coveted the corpse of a primarch, the Lion staggered onward with Guilliman' s body in his arms, groping for a way out.He did not dare let go because if he did, his brother would be gone forever. But Chaos never ceased whispering to the sightless Lion. It spoke to him in Guilliman ' s voice, telling him both the things he longed most to hear and the things he most feared to hear. It conjured illusions of touch as well: at times making the Lion feel as though Guilliman still lived, still breathed, his heart still beating; at other times making him feel that Guilliman’s body had already begun to change.warping into some rotten, terrifying thing he could no longer recognize.
To resist the temptation, the Lion could only repeat a single sentence over and over in his mind.
Roboute is dead and I am alone.
I am alone.