Apr 6
Quick baby doodle while I work through exams (I’m so close to graduating I’m almost done 😭😭😭)
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Quick baby doodle while I work through exams (I’m so close to graduating I’m almost done 😭😭😭)
I love your little primarchs ,it's so cute.
What about a Emps centric story about he being tired but still enjoying his little sons so much ?
"Perturabo, don't play with your food."
The child paused with his sculpture of meat and mashed potatoes. Then he slumped, resting his chin on the table.
"Awwww," he whined, now pushing at it with his fork.
Indignant screaming sounded as the Khan raced through the garden path, Horus chasing after.
"Give me it!" Horus yelled.
"No!" Jaghatai snapped back as he ran onto another path. "It's mine!"
Light singing drew closer, and the emperor glanced at another son.
Ferrus was picking up rocks and putting them in the now empty picnic basket. He sang a song of nonsense. Stating whatever type of rock he grabbed or what bugs he saw.
Fulgrim was just beyond him in the meadow, spinning in circles as he stared up at the sky.
Jaghatai and Horus ran behind him. The first of the two stuck out his tongue, and he held a ball above his head.
Two custodes stood guard near the playground. Konrad, Angron, and Corvus were climbing to the top where the largest slide began. As soon as they reached the bottom, they raced back up.
Roboute and Magnus were using the playground diggers to "dig to Terra's core."
"Can I go?" Perturabo inquired.
The Emperor glanced at him and his untouched plate.
"You need to finish your food."
His son pulled at his cheeks and flopped over on the bench.
Lorgar came running up and presented a crown made of dandelions.
"I made you a new crown!" He exclaimed, looking quite proud.
The master of mankind leaned down, allowing himself to be crowned.
The little boy hugged him and then skipped away.
He turned around and warned those who were climbing the tree, "Do not get stuck."
"We won't," Lion insisted.
"I am!!" Cried out a scared voice.
The Emperor stood and went to the lower branch. Sanguinius was clinging to it, one leg having fallen off.
"I'm stuck!" He claimed, downy wings trembling.
His father reached out and took a hold of him.
"I've got you," he assured.
His son moved his hands to grip his wrists. As soon as he was gently set down, the little angel was off.
He giggled happily as he joined Mortarion and Vulkan in hopscotch.
Four sets of hands hit his leg.
"Boo!" Shouted a voice.
Another followed right after, "Boo!"
He turned to see Alpharius and Omegon disappearing into the bushes while squealing.
Rogal called from above, "Branch!"
The Emperor reached up and caught the falling limb.
"Thank you!" Rogal called as he moved further up the trunk.
Jaghatai came whizzing past. Leman was now hot on his heels, giggling.
Horus was not far behind but out of breath. He leaned against his father's leg.
"I just... need a break..." He said as he caught his breath.
He reached down to pat young Horus' head.
"My lord," Ra called as he approached with two other custodes. "We are here to relieve you. The sigilite says you need your rest."
The Emperor smiled as he spotted Leman now with the ball and Jaghatai chasing him.
"Thank you, but I will decline," he said. "I am fine here."
made some more pathetic cat primarchs and also the god emperor
💬 0 🔁 20 ❤️ 98 · a little compilation of pathetic cat primarchs that the people from the wh40k discord asked me to draw next primarch to
heres a link to part 1!!
Should Vulkan from Warhammer 40,000 join the tumblr found family?
Yeah!
Nope
HI request for whenever u doodle next: the babies all climbing on vulkan from that last chapter bc it was so cute. thankie.
YES
Salamander Lord
Toddler Guilliman: The preferred choice
Even though they're tagged, not all the little primarch stories show up under #little primarchs. Such as the somewhat prequel to this one. But it is tagged under Guilliman.
Fulgrim leaned on the table, "Brother, that sash choice is interesting. It looks baggy but thick?"
Perturabo hummed in response.
Doors slid open to reveal their now toddler brother, Guilliman. He held Aeonid Thiel's hand.
"Hello!" Horus greeted happily.
"Come in," beamed Vulkan.
Roboute scanned the room, unsure of what to do. He was about to reach for his first captain to pick him up. Then, he spotted the grumpy figure at the table.
"Bo!" He exclaimed.
The toddler ran in and passed everyone else. He avoided any and all reaching arms.
Roboute climbed up onto the bench and leaned against Perturabo's arm. He hugged it.
The fourth primarch didn't react. Not even a change in his expression as he tinkered with the gadget on the table.
Roboute stepped over his arm and onto his thigh.
"Roboute," Fulgrim said. "Let's not do that."
The little primarch ignored him.
Perturabo grabbed at the sash he wore and lifted it out. Roboute climbed into the fabric and nestled against his older brother, head sticking out.
"Oh," the Phoenician gaped. "Did you make a sling for him?"
"He likes to be near, and I can't hold him while I work," the fourth replied matter of factly.
Lorgar came to the table, "We could hold you-"
Roboute eyed them, then shrunk into the sling, pulling extra fabric over his head.
Perturabo growled, "Leave him alone. He's shy and comfortable where he's at. You don't see him often, so he doesn't know you."
"And you do?" Horus questioned.
Eyes glanced up from the gadget. He stared down the warmaster.
"Oh," was all that Horus could reply with.
"It's probably because we're in armor," Vulkan offered, trying to soften the mood.
"He's fine with armor," Perturabo interjected.
"Your armor?" Fulgrim asked with intrigue. "How so?"
"Sits a top the hood and pauldrons."
Horus laughed, "I don't believe you."
"I've seen it," Magnus added. "Show them even if you're out of your armor."
The fourth primarch set down his tool and scooted backward.
He pulled the toddler from the sling and tossed him in the air with a spin. Roboute giggled as he was flipped forward and caught with practiced ease. Perturabo lifted him high and sat him on his shoulders.
"Again, Bo! Again, Bo!" The toddler cheered.
Perturabo pulled him down and threw him in the air with a spin and catching him several more times. Each time was filled with giggling before setting Roboute back onto his shoulders. The older primarch began working on the gadget again.
The toddler rested his head upon the many cables protruding from his older brother's scalp.
"S'ank you, Bo," Roboute said.
"You are welcome," Perturabo answered.
All the now children primarchs have discovered the wonders of minecraft.The Emperor being now forced to be the moderator and peacemarker after six differents fight involving buildings being destroyed , the ownerships of the wolves and the distribuation of the ore.
Okay, for context: since there's 18 of them, I think they'd have a room set up with a screen for each of them to use, and they'd play on a server together. So big E can see all their screens at once, too.
He wished Malcador had not brought the game up from the vaults.
Leman and Magnus had gotten into a screaming match over who the dog belonged to. Perturabo was raging over his base, getting blown up with TNT. He insisted it was Dorn.
Corvus was guarding the chests Vulkan used so others wouldn't steal his hard earned ore.
Fulgrim and Lorgar were trying to stop Konrad from killing any villagers he found. Lion would hunt his brothers down.
He had warned them that if this continued, he would ground them and take away the server.
He finally realized he'd have to teach them how with the final straw.
Angron came into his office, bawling. His brothers were constantly "griefing" his house and making fun of it. In a rage, he'd thrown and broken his controller. After that, he burst into tears and came running.
The emperor picked him up and headed to the game room.
Angron hadn't calmed down, "I-I-I like building wi-with dirt! I like the-the grass, and I w-w-wan-wanted to plant flo-owers on top of it! But-but they keep des-destroying it and calling it a-a-a t-toilet house!!"
He rubbed his sons back, "I won't let them do that anymore. You'll get your garden house."
When he entered the room, Roboute was yelling as Omegon lit his house on fire. Mortarion was being mobbed and killed from his spawn point over and over again by Horus and Sanguinius. Something about their cows.
"Enough," the Emperor said. "Sit down, all of you."
It grew silent, and they did so.
"I am taking away the game," he informed then.
Ferrus folded his arms and folded in on himself. Vulkan started to cry.
"Unless you can show me you can be kind and work together," he finished. "I am going to stay in here as you learn. There will be no griefing. No stealing. No killing. No, making fun of each other. You are better than this."
Shame covered their faces.
"Where is Angron's controller?"
Lorgar spoke up, "It's broken. He can use mine. I like the keyboard better."
The emperor wiped Angron's cheeks and set him down. Lorgar hugged his brother and gave him the controller.
It was dead silent as he sat down and they played.
"Corvus, come to the nether with me," Vulkan said excitedly. "You don't need to guard the chests anymore."
"But they might still come take it," Corvus said.
"I am watching," the emperor told his sons.
Lorgar asked, "Can I come?"
"Yeah!"
"I have too much stone," Fulgrim announced.
Dorn said he'd take it.
Konrad was diving into water and looking for drowned to take out.
"A wolf!" Leman yelled. "I need bones!"
"I'm coming," Mortarion said.
Angron had stopped sniffling and had a pleasant smile on his face as he collected various flowers.
"Jaghatai, where are you?" Alpharius questioned. "Are you lost?"
"Look up," The Khan replied.
Alpharius moved the camera to see his brother in the trees above him.
"Oh," he said.
"Help me get apples," Jagh requested. "There's a herd nearby."
Lion and Horus were competing on who could kill the most monsters.
Sanguinius was building rafters when he fell off and into the ravine he was next to.
He sighed as he respawned.
Roboute helped Dorn with his fortress. Ferrus was mining for Perturabo. Fulgrim was building with Redstone.
"What's this thing?" Lorgar asked.
"No, dont!" Vulkan yelled.
Lorgar had piglins on his screen and hit one. He began screaming as all the piglins began attacking him.
"They're killing me! They're killing me!" He yelled.
"Don't fight back!" Vulkan insisted. "Hit one, and they all come after you! Let yourself die, and we'll get your stuff - no, no, no, no!"
Lorgar ran and fell off the ledge unto the lava below.
"We can't get your stuff now," Corvus told him.
Lorgar was mostly in shock at what had just happened.
"Father, come see my house!" Angron called out.
The Emperor stood and came over to Angron's screen. His dirt house was built into a hill. Flowers and a few other plants covered it.
"I used bone powder to make them grow faster!" Angron explained. "Isn't it pretty?"
"It is," smiled the emperor.