💠🏛️🫐✏️🚼 YES, Girlyman gets TWO (a normal and a sexy drawing) and doodles with his mom because he Needs It
AND I MANAGE TO RENDER THE FRECKLES AND HAIR AIN'T THAT SO COOL?
Roboute Konor Euten Guilliman ( Imma call him dat, Fight me ), The "Avenging Son", "The Victorious", "The Master of Ultramar" and "The Blade of Unity", is the Primarch of the Ultramarines, The Blue Face of This Francise who recieve ALL The minis and attention, and for good reason.
And yes! I totally made an extra drawing Just to use as cover and APPEAR proper and decent, Why Thank You—
BUT WHO CARES ABOUT DAT? WE NEED MORE TARASHA, HECK YEAH BABY, ANNOYING SERIOUS PRIMARCH BULLYING MOTHER FIGURE, CALLS GIANT MEN " BOEH " KRATOS STYLE AND TELLS THE NIGHT HAUNTER TO EAT SHIT ( Someday Imma draw dat, AND Guilliman in the Freak on the Sheets thong, but not This time )
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These are 2250x3000 digital drawings done over pencil sketches etc etc Ibis Paint, Photoshop,
To make These drawings I stared at, sketched Tens of times on paper and digital, used, I LOOKED UP SO MANY OILED MAN AND BAKI PANNELS IT WHILE SKETCHING— traced and had a LOT of references and TONS of Help from Instagram and Tumblr, Specially on deciding How to make Guilliman sexy ( Not an easy task ), things like giving him freckles and body hair, The pose, The Always working vibe, etc. Never assume a drawing comes 100% out of My messed up brain, but know that there is Human touch behind Every pixel, line and blond Armpit hair on This Papa Smurf.
Sides you mentioning that it had rained about the whole day a bit ago, i now, in turn, turn to you with a topic of consideration sides your ladies:
Say, imagine for a moment that on a particular day, offical matters and whichever else duties they might otherwise have to attend to are mostly taken care of off, with there being some weather phenomenon about that would see each of them bound to stay both planetside and inside,
what might each of your ladies feel so inclined to occupy their day with?
(amount of words to say, your lot is due to the weather staying inside, and it's a slow, potentially rainy day, mayhaps some manner of holiday, but without that then nessesitating that they then go attend some manner of function
-hm, did just recall that VT tale of your's having a scene with a hurricane or some similar such, so for sake of argumet, at minimum cato too is stuck at home with her together for the day,
eh, what the hell, why not, say the respective beloved of each of your ladies too has to stay in [would be curious wether your lot could get felix and gulliman to actually enjoy a day off proppely]
Which, bonus question, have the impression that Vallabha might be inclined to bug cato, would she, and if so how'd she go about it?)
Do bid you a wonderful day for whenever you happen to read this, mate! 🌱
Oookay! Just so you know, your asks end up sending my brain into this "What-if" overdrive in the best of ways, @twentyplusinterestsinatrenchcoat!! And I am so grateful to you for it!!
For simplicity's sake, I am going to assume that all the OC ladies (Vallabha, Cassia, Samira, Anvitha and Noor) are all stuck in their own separate homes with their significant others somehow being stuck with them!
Now, let's get cracking on this ask, shall we?
Vallabha and Cato:
A rainy day stuck indoors with Cato Sicarius? Say less!
To her credit, she would begin the morning with the noblest of intentions: a warm breakfast, making sure the kitchens have everything they need to function properly enough to feed that beloved Astartes of hers who is presently pacing the halls, grumbling how Space Marines don't fall sick and that she shouldn't stop him from training in the yards just because the clouds have decided their particular corner of the galaxy needs some extra hydration!
Then, when he has finally settled in to his lot of relaxation, that's when she will start her campaign of "Irritate Cato Sicarius because the wellbeing of his household demands it!"
She would start small. Sitting beside him. Leaning into his side. Asking what he is reading. Then asking whether it is more interesting than her. Then stretching her feet across his lap with the innocent cruelty of a woman who knows he will begin massaging them without thinking.
When he will complain (without heat), that she is distracting him, she will simply bat her eyelashes at him and ask innocently if it is working.
She would bug him by stealing his stylus, sitting on his papers, humming while he tries to concentrate, asking him hypothetical questions like, “Would you still love me if I became a sea serpent?” or “If I were kidnapped by pirates, how many ships would you requisition?”
He would answer with horrifying seriousness. All while trying to read through the reports demanding his Grand Ducal approval.
By afternoon, she wins. They end up on the couch or in bed, wrapped in a blanket too small for him, her reading aloud or telling him gossip from the household while he pretends not to be entertained. There would be tea, fried snacks, maybe pakoras if the kitchen staff are feeling indulgent. Cato eventually gives up on productivity and lets her braid jasmine into his hair or beard for exactly three minutes before declaring this a violation of ducal dignity.
For all his bluster, the man hasn't attempted to remove said flowers from his person!
Cassia and Guilliman:
Cassia would love staying in on a slow rainy day, especially if there is a window, a writing desk, and nobody asking Guilliman to fix a civilization from utter ruin by lunch.
She would write, she would sketch. And given that the fortress of Hera is such a huge place, and Guilliman being the man that he is, it might be a rare instance where they are both in the same room physically (especially at the current juncture of their relationship). But if we imagine that they're on some random planet that they're visiting, and it is raining cats and dogs, and the Lord of Ultramar is stuck with her, I think she would show him in her own quiet way that he can relax and not worry about the fate of the Imperium for one single day.
She will sketch him, when she thinks he is not looking. His hands in particular. The way they flex, the way they relax, the way they gently caress the screen of the data slate as he is reading the seventeenth report for the day.
Cassia would not force him into conversation. She would simply sit nearby, create a pocket of silence, and let him slowly realize that the world has not collapsed because he has been still for twenty minutes.
Eventually she would ask him to read something aloud. A poem, a historical passage, maybe something agricultural because the man secretly wants to be a farmer. His voice in a quiet room with rain outside would undo her completely.
The date would be understated: tea, books, a shared blanket, her ink-stained fingers, his large hand resting near hers, both of them aware that this sort of peace is rare enough to feel almost illicit.
Samira and Felix:
Samira would treat a day stuck inside due to the weather like a gift from the Emperor. Because, it means she doesn't have to do most of the chores that require a clear sky. But she would still strive to be useful because, what is a serf if not useful?
She would take up some small task or the other: mend fabric, make tea, organize something small, maybe cook if she has access to the kitchen. Rain would probably make her reflective, especially if it drums too loudly or reminds her of old fears (that I won't get too into lest I spoil my own story!), so Felix’s presence would matter.
Felix, like Guilliman, would need to be taught how to rest. His body would be indoors, but his mind would still be marching through duty rosters, reports, obligations, consequences.
Samira would coax him down without making it obvious. She would ask him to help her with something simple. Holding thread. Reaching a high shelf. Taste-testing food. Sitting near her because the room is “cold.”
The magic of them is that Felix would slowly realize the day has structure without command. Tea. Rain. Her quiet movements. The warmth of a lamp. Her shoulder near his arm.
And maybe, eventually, she would fall asleep sitting beside him. Felix would remain utterly still so he does not wake her, one hand hovering before finally settling around her with absurd care.
That would be his day off: guarding her peace until he accidentally finds some of his own.
Anvitha and Angron:
Who's bright idea was it to put Angron inside a room with another mortal being?! (I jest!!)
Angron would not settle easily into the coziness that comes with a day indoors due to adverse weather. He would pace the room like a caged beast at first. Say, for some reason, he cannot leave the room, he may start turning all that pent up energy inwards because by then, he knows and respects Anvitha enough even if he doesn't come about to "love" her.
Anvitha, being the wise, patient one as ever, would not expect much of him too soon. She would give him space. Food, warmth, a place near her without making it a tether or a command. Companionship freely given, with no expectations.
She might grind herbs, make salves from her world that are potent enough to calm a Primarch, read, or simply sit near the window, by a lit brazier. Eventually, she would request something small of him. Maybe help her crush some herbs? The scent they release, she knows, will calm him down. Or maybe something else that requires his hands be patient and gentle.
Maybe she tells him stories from Veylorn's Crown. Maybe he sits on the floor near her chair, massive and silent, while she oils his hands or touches his temples only after asking.
For Angron, enjoying a day off would look like this: he does not break anything, he eats what she gives him, he stays.
And that man, once he respects her enough, will strive to do anything for her... in his own bumbling way.
Noor and Sanguinius:
Alrighty! I know I haven't written/spoken much about Noor but, here's some info on her if anyone is interested!
Noor, on a rainy day would turn the mundane into sensual in the most effortless of ways: open windows, incense or perfume, soft fabrics, music, fruit, tea, maybe henna or jewelry laid out because beauty is something she makes even when no one is watching.
Sanguinius would be luminous and slightly melancholic in rain. I mean, come on! The man is basically a Renaissance artwork with trauma.
Noor would tease him out of brooding. She would make him sit with her. Maybe she would brush his hair or ask him to tell her about a place beyond the clouds. He would ask her to sing, and she would pretend to refuse before doing it anyway.
Their rainy day would feel like a painting: gold lamplight, dark weather, white wings folded close, her hand moving through his hair, both of them stealing peace from a universe that rarely permits it.
Sanguinius, leaving Signus behind: ‘My god, Horus has turned traitor, Lorgar too. There’s real, actual daemons out there that want us dead. This is terrible. Set a course for Terra!’
Astropaths: ‘Right, so there’s this weird glow we think is the astronomican, so-’
Sanguinius: ‘Yes, follow that.’
Roboute: ‘Welcome to Ultramar!’
Sanguinuis: ‘what’
Roboute: ‘The Lion’s here too.’
Sanguinius: ‘what’
Roboute: ‘So was Curze, but he fucked off.’
Sanguinius: ‘what’
Roboute: ‘And here’s Vulkan, but he’s dead.’
Distant chanting in Nocturnean
Sanguinius: ‘what’
Roboute: ‘And half of our brothers actually turned traitor.’
Sanguinius: ‘what’
Roboute: ‘And Ferrus is dead, and probably Corax.’
Sanguinius: ‘what’
Roboute: ‘Also Magnus. Don’t know where Russ is.’
Sanguinius: ‘what’
Roboute: ‘We’re about sixty-forty on if the Khan is loyal.’
Sanguinius: ‘what’
Roboute: ‘Oh yeah and we think Terra has fallen.’
Sanguinius: ‘what’
Roboute: ‘Which means Father and Dorn are probably dead too.’
Sanguinius: ‘what’
Roboute: ‘And you were guided here by a giant alien flashlight.’
