#Lemans Engine

[visualvocabulary33]

[nighthaunting]

You ever have a moment where you reconsider something you thought a lot about in the past but then sort of turned your attention away from for a while, and your new perspective just blows the whole thing open?

Me thinking about russ and magnus during ATS/PB today after years of taking a break from HH/40K lore yielded one such series of revelations.

I was thinking about Betrayer and Russ' attempt to give Angron a lesson via the Night of the Wolf. I was thinking about Prospero Burns and Russ' belief that he's had a direct line to Magnus this whole time via Kaspar. I was thinking about that 'please'. And.

I know this is pretty much canon to the text but I've never before really Considered that one of Russ' motives in keeping this guy alive and sending him out on compliances with his Legion was (Russ believed at least) letting Magnus see the SW in action and hoping that this might influence him into trying to Avoid doing anything that might cause Russ to be sent after him.

In the past I've talked a lot about the SW keeping Kaspar around to see what would happen in terms of thinking the TS were up to something or going to do something to the Legion, which is very much the assumption the Chaos entity wanted them to make, but looking back I tbh think i slept on the concept of Russ, who canonically has taken out at least one of the Lost Primarchs in an event which is prefers not to speak (or at least the codex Strongly Implies that Russ has been used against another primarch before), and who also canonically went into the Night of the Wolf fully willing to die to make his point to Angron if only Angron could understand what he was doing.

I'm sort of compelled by the concept because in a sense Russ was letting (what he thought was) Magnus take a peek behind the barbarian mask he likes to put on, to see into a more genuine heart of his legion, letting his guard down a bit by allowing this obviously-compromised spy in. Much the same way he let the mask drop when he went to try and talk some sense into Angron, bringing up philosophy and reading and ideals that Russ' ignorant-but-noble barbarian persona would never admit to being interested in let alone reading.

And both times the gambit failed, in Magnus' case because it wasn't Magnus on the other end of the line, and in Angron's case because he was too far gone to really get what Russ was illustrating for him.

The whole thing was orchestrated so well, ironically giving the "proof" that Magnus was up to something via this sleeper agent spy that the SW were toting around with them, playing on Russ being curious enough to keep this guy around and connect the dots on the (false) links between this guy and the TS. I have this headcanon that Russ and Lorgar were actually fairly close, with Russ actually talking to Lorgar about Lorgar's writings, because he didn't seem surprised that Russ had read them and had thoughts on them in Betrayer, so I actually sort of like the idea that he had a hand in setting up the fall of Prospero? I like the tragedy of the idea that he at least had some input on the idea, being familiar enough with Russ to know he'd take the bait.

Which would make that a third time Russ got genuine with someone and had it either fail or be used against him...

[viper-motorsports]

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[nrspeculator]

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[frythebrains]

Primarch political marriage AU where the Emperor attempts to make the primarchs care more about humanity by forcing them to get married. Thankfully, they're allowed to pick their own consort and because Big E can't do anything without being extremely extra (and because it's an excellent way to generate a hell of a lot of good press), there's going to be an elaborate series of parties to display the best that the imperium can offer in the way of potential mates.

Feat.

- the entire Death Guard becoming the Mortarion Primping Squad (led by Typhon) in the hope that getting laid might cheer Mortarion up

-Fulgrim fully understanding the assignment and DOMINATING the entire first night. He really doesn't want to have to pick another wife, though.

-Dorn becoming absolutely fascinated with shapewear- he hadn't ever thought that clothing could be engineered like that before.

-Ferrus Manus trying to hide against the wall, since he has no idea how to talk to women

-Konrad Curze is strangely popular, and gets more popular after he starts predicting the deaths of anyone who dares approach him- the girlies love some fortune telling

-Bobby G calling his mom to ask for advice on how to woo women

-Magnus becoming dejected that women don't flock around him like Fulgrim and Sanguinius. He hasn't put it together that it's because he keeps being a giant nerd about magic and no one has any idea what he's talking about.

-Perturabo is determined to be married before Dorn, so he's brought in Caliphonie to help him pick what to wear. He proceeds to ignore her advice about how to actually win over women.

-Lion getting dancing lessons from Luthor

-the imperial press being flooded with augmented pictures and bios of the primarchs, all to make them seem like romantic heroes. The imperial press in general is just out of control the entire time...

-Malcador really wishing he told the Emperor that this is His worst idea yet

-the Alpha legion getting in a lot of cross-dressing practice.

-Leman Russ refusing to marry any woman who cannot wrestle him to the floor. He doesn't care that they're all baseline humans, any woman worthy of bearing his children should be strong!

-the Mournival taking bets on who's going to get married second (because obviously Horus is going to be the first)

-Sanguinius getting overwhelmed by the amount of attention he is receiving and cocoons himself in his wings at some point in the night. He refuses to come out, even for snacks.

-Lorgar doing well until he tries the whole 'God is telling me that you're my wife' line.

-Horus using the worst pickup lines imaginable and getting away with it.

-Vulkan being delighted by the chance to do something that's not war related for once. He has an absolute blast dancing, although he might be a little too enthusiastic.

- Corvus trying to escape and having to be dragged back into the party by the custodes (under the Emperor's explicit command)

-Jaghati showing up with a whole-ass herd of horses to prove his fitness as a mate

-Magnus is the sluttiest-dressed in the entire room, scandilizing Lion and Lorgar. He even pierced his nipples for the occasion.

[shiyorin]

Author's note: Come from my private au, has so many settings I am never said before but I think it is funny, must post.

Tumblr formatting sucks so I had to change it like this.

EXPOSED: 133 SPICY SECRETS THE IMPERIUM DOESN’T WANT YOU TO KNOW — WHAT THE PRIMARCHS REALLY DO AFTER DARK!

From kink collections to bedroom blunders — the juiciest, weirdest, and most heretical habits of the Emperor’s golden boys. You won’t believe #26… and #90? Absolutely illegal in 7 systems!

The Lion maintains absolute discipline even during climax, barely changes expression.

Has a secret passionate side that only emerges with you.

Silent hunter in the streets, vocal beast in the sheets.

Despite his serious demeanor, he makes cat noises when he comes. Not sexy growls, literal "meow" sounds.

Has never discussed his intimate life with anyone, total compartmentalization.

Possesses surprisingly detailed knowledge of ancient Terran tantric practices.

Watch you like prey before making a move, intense predatory stare.

Has a ritual of knightly "service" that leaves you breathless.

Fulgrim has tried literally every sexual practice in Imperial records.

Can delay his climax indefinitely through perfect muscular control.

His perfectionism extends to sexual performance, practices techniques alone.

Has a mirror positioned above his bed, claiming it's "for technique refinement."

Keeps a detailed journal rating every sexual encounter on multiple criteria.

Always smells like different exotic perfumes depending on his mood.

Perturabo pproaches pleasure like an engineering problem to be solved with precision.

Records biometric data during encounters to analyze optimal techniques.

His jealousy issues manifest as possessiveness in relationship.

He has body image issues despite being built like a Greek god. When you started calling his stretch marks "triumph lines" and his response was to short-circuit emotionally.

Surprisingly responsive to praise during intimate moments.

Despite his gruff exterior, he cries during his refractory period. Every time.

Has trust issues that translate to control dynamics in bed.

Jaghatai's speed isn't just for the battlefield, it can vibrate certain body parts.

Never stays in one position for long, constant motion and rhythm.

Has a thing for outdoor sex.

Braids his hair specially for intimate occasions, pulls it out after.

Makes a distinctive sound during climax that's become legendary.

Knows pleasure techniques from dozens of different cultures.

Sometimes recites war poems during particularly intense moments.

Leman's heightened sense of smell means he can detect arousal from across a room.

Growls during climax, not metaphorically, actually growls.

Has fucked in every environment imaginable, including in blizzards.

Gets rough during full moons without even realizing it.

His beard provides unexpected sensations that drive you wild.

His dirty talk is surprisingly poetic, often in ancient Fenrisian dialects.

Has a thing for biting, leaves marks that last for weeks.

Dorn approaches sex with the same directness as everything else, tells you exactly what he wants.

Has incredible endurance, can maintain the same position for hours without tiring.

He speaks exclusively in literal terms during sex. "I am now going to insert my penis into your vagina" is his idea of dirty talk. When you asked him to talk dirty, he told you about soil composition and drainage issues. Somehow, still hot.

He has never once lied, which made "how was it for you?" a terrifying question until you learned to be more specific.

Never exaggerates or falsifies his reactions, 100% authentic responses.

Has an unexpected thing for bondage, loves testing the strength of different restraints.

Always keeps his word on promised pleasures, reliability is his hallmark.

If you want to peg him, he will provide a detailed structural analysis of your technique, complete with suggestions for improved angle of entry.

Konrad can see your deepest desires through his precognitive abilities.

Only has sex in complete darkness, says the shadows "speak to him" then.

Has a thing for fear, gets aroused when you are slightly afraid.

Never makes a sound during sex, total silence except for breathing.

Sometimes whispers your future to you during climax, usually disturbing stuff.

He's a little spoon who needs to be the big spoon until he falls asleep, then immediately reverts to little.

He keeps a "justice journal" where he ranks everyone's crimes and appropriate punishments. Apparently, your crime is "excessive smugness" and your punishment is "thorough pleasure correction."

Sanguinius's wings are erogenous zones, extremely sensitive to touch.

His beauty isn't just physical, emits a pheromone that intensifies attraction.

Blood rushes to his wings during arousal, making them flush visibly.

His enhanced hearing means he can detect the slightest changes in heartbeat and breathing.

You can feel a euphoric blood rush in his presence, possibly psychic.

Has a tragic fear of hurting you, requires absolute trust.

He looks like an angel but fucks like a demon. The dichotomy is disorienting.

He apologizes after dirty talk. "You're a filthy cockslut—I'm sorry, that was disrespectful.”

Despite Ferrus's gruff exterior, whispers surprisingly tender things during intimate moments.

Temperature of his hands can be adjusted for different sensations.

Always checks in verbally throughout, consent is non-negotiable.

Can go for multiple rounds with zero recovery time.

Has a thing for hands, loves both giving and receiving hand pleasure.

Contrary to expectations, Angron is extremely controlled in bed, afraid of hurting you.

His rage translates to intense passion when properly channeled.

The Butcher's Nails make his pleasure/pain responses unpredictable.

Requires specialized reinforced beds, has broken dozens.

Gets emotional after particularly intense sessions, sometimes even cries.

Prefers if you aren’t intimidated by his size or reputation.

His heart rate during sex would kill a normal human.

Guilliman approaches sex with tactical precision, maps erogenous zones like campaign targets.

Keeps a detailed spreadsheet analyzing performance and your satisfaction.

Actually wrote a private codex on sexual techniques, 500 pages, fully illustrated.

Always showers immediately before and after.

Has a thing for authority figure, ironic given his own position.

Surprisingly imaginative once he trusts you enough to relax.

Asks for performance reviews afterward, genuinely wants to improve.

Despite his appearance, Mortarion is unexpectedly gentle and attentive.

Has a breathing kink, loves controlled breath play.

His body temperature runs cold, creating interesting sensations for you.

Surprisingly flexible.

Has never been naked in front of anyone, always keeps something on.

His scarred skin is extremely sensitive, especially along his back.

Silent during sex except for carefully controlled breathing.

Prefers total darkness, claims it "equalizes the experience."

Magnus can psychically enhance your pleasure, making you feel everything he feels.

His eye glows brighter during arousal.

Can maintain an erection for days through psychic control.

Know exactly what you want before you do, mind reading has its benefits.

Has invented several positions that would be physically impossible without telekinesis.

Sometimes accidentally projects his orgasms psychically, causing everyone nearby to feel it.

His extensive library includes the galaxy's largest collection of erotic literature.

Has had sex while simultaneously reading a book.

Horus has a thing for power dynamics, he loves when you challenge his authority before ultimately submitting to him.

His stamina is legendary, often going for hours without breaks.

Gets incredibly turned on when called "Warmaster" in bed.

Has a secret collection of handcuffs from every world he's conquered.

That scar on his body? Extremely sensitive to touch, instant arousal trigger.

Secretly recorded himself with you, keeps the videos in a hidden vault.

Has a thing for doing it in war rooms, especially on strategic tables.

Lorgar treats sex like a religious experience, complete with rituals and chanting.

Has written erotic poetry that would make experienced courtesans blush.

Takes his time, foreplay can last hours as he "worships" every inch.

His voice alone can bring you to the edge, has studied sonic stimulation.

Maintains eye contact throughout, intensely spiritual connection.

Has a thing for confession scenarios, wants to hear your darkest desires.

Always burns special incense that heightens sensitivity.

Has sacred words tattooed in places only you discover.

Vulkan's body temperature runs extremely hot, like making love to a furnace.

Gives the best post-sex cuddles in the Imperium, like being wrapped in a warm blanket.

Has a surprising affinity for sensual massage, can work out knots you didn't know you had.

Laughs during sex, finds joy in physical connection.

Always focuses on your pleasure before his own.

His heartbeat is audible and hypnotic during intimate moments.

Corax can literally turn into shadows during particularly intense moments.

Has a thing for heights, loves balconies, rooftops, and flying vehicles.

So quiet during sex you sometimes forget he's there until he touches you.

Can see perfectly in darkness, knows exactly where to touch.

Sometimes sprouts shadow-wings during climax, startling the unprepared.

His voice drops to hypnotic registers during dirty talk.

Enjoys watching from the shadows before joining in.

You're never sure which twin you're actually with, sometimes they switch mid-session.

Can perfectly mimic the sexual techniques of anyone they've observed.

Keep a network of informants reporting on the sexual preferences of your.

Have developed secret pleasure points unknown to standard anatomy.

Sometimes speak in unison during threesomes, eerily synchronized.

Have been known to disguise themselves as servants to spy on people's sexual habits.

One likes to be on top, one likes to be on bottom, but they never specify which is which.

The Emperor's psychic presence intensifies pleasure to godlike levels.

Can appear differently to different, manifests as your ideal lover.

Time seems to stretch in his presence, moments of pleasure can feel like eternities.

His golden aura becomes blinding during moments of passion.

The Primarchs' various quirks are genetic echoes of the Emperor's own preferences, each inherited different aspects.

*******

You stared at the crumpled list in your hands, blinking rapidly as you processed what you were reading. The paper had been slipped under your door sometime during the night, the handwriting alternating between several different styles as if multiple people had contributed to it.

"What the fuck," you whispered, scanning the detailed, disturbingly detailed, descriptions of the Primarchs' supposed sexual habits.

This had to be retaliation for your artwork. Ever since you'd been caught sketching that sexual piece featuring Horus and Sanguinius in a rather compromising position, things had escalated into a bizarre war of increasingly sexual content between you and the Emperor's sons.

Your data-slate pinged with an incoming message. Seventeen new commission requests from seventeen different encrypted sources, all requesting artwork based on items from the list. Each offering payment that would make an Imperial Governor blush.

"Oh, it's fucking on," You cracking your knuckles as you reached for your stylus.

********

The first anatomical "reference session" was scheduled for that afternoon. Magnus had requested a private meeting in the Librarium after hours, claiming he needed to discuss "important tactical matters" with the remembrance.

When you arrived, you found the crimson Primarch sitting rigidly at a massive wooden table, surrounded by ancient tomes and scrolls that definitely weren't tactical in nature.

"I received your list," you said without preamble, dropping the crumpled paper onto the table between them.

"What list?" Magnus asked, his single eye widening with what appeared to be genuine confusion.

"The 133 sexual facts about you and your brothers," you clarified, watching his face carefully. "Rather detailed information about your... preferences."

Magnus's crimson skin darkened further as he snatched up the paper and scanned it rapidly. "This is—I didn't—" he sputtered, then paused, his eye narrowing. "Number Eighty-eight is accurate, though."

"Which one was—" you started to ask before catching yourself. "Not the point. Did you and your brothers create this as some kind of joke? Retaliation for my artwork?"

"I assure you, I had nothing to do with this," Magnus said, still reading the list with increasing distress. "Though I suspect Fulgrim or perhaps the twins..." His voice trailed off as he reached the section about himself. "That's... uncomfortably specific."

"So these are accurate?" you couldn't help asking, professional curiosity getting the better of you.

"I neither confirm nor deny," Magnus replied automatically, though his continued deepening complexion suggested otherwise.

"Right," you nodded, retrieving the list and tucking it away. "Well, regardless of its origin, I've received seventeen commission requests based on it. Including yours about psychic pleasure enhancement."

Magnus choked on nothing. "I didn't—"

"The request came from 'definitely_not_magnus@librarium.imp,'" you interrupted dryly. "Very subtle."

"That could be anyone," Magnus protested weakly.

"It was written in Prosperine hieroglyphics," you countered. "With annotations in a language that doesn't technically exist yet."

Magnus slumped in defeat. "Fine. I may have sent a... hypothetical inquiry."

"About whether I could accurately depict psychic pleasure transference in artistic form," you completed. "For which you'd need to demonstrate the technique. For accuracy."

"Precisely," Magnus nodded, scholarly demeanor returning. "It's a complex psychic phenomenon that requires direct observation to properly capture."

"Uh-huh," you said skeptically. "And this has nothing to do with item ninety-one on the list about you accidentally broadcasting your orgasms psychically?"

Magnus's eye darted away. "A preposterous exaggeration."

"So that didn't happen during the Ullanor campaign? Because I heard an entire regiment of Imperial Army suddenly collapsed in ecstasy during your private meditation time."

"A coincidence," Magnus insisted. "Mass hysteria."

"Right," you grinned. "So about this commission..."

********

The next morning found you in the training cages, ostensibly observing combat techniques for "assassinorum purposes" but actually gathering reference material for the flood of commissions that had arrived overnight.

Jaghatai and Leman were sparring, stripped to the waist, their compression leggings leaving little to the imagination as they grappled and threw each other around the cage. A small crowd had gathered to watch the Primarchs train, but you had managed to secure a front-row position with your sketchbook.

"Enjoying the view?" Torgaddon asked, sliding up beside you.

"Research," you replied without looking up from your rapid sketching. "Anatomical references for commission work."

"Uh-huh," Torgaddon nodded skeptically. "And the fact that you're focusing on their glutes and crotches is purely professional."

"The gluteal muscles are key to understanding proper movement dynamics," you explained with mock seriousness. "Also, item twenty-three indicates Jaghatai 'never stays in one position for long, constant motion and rhythm.' I need to capture that accurately."

"You actually believe that list?" Torgaddon asked incredulously.

"I'm verifying it empirically," you corrected. "Scientific method and all that."

Just then, Jaghatai executed a particularly impressive takedown that left Leman pinned beneath him, both Primarchs breathing heavily and glistening with sweat. They held the position a beat too long, eyes darting to where you sat sketching, before Leman growled something and they separated.

"They're showing off for you," Torgaddon observed.

"Of course they are," you agreed, adding detailing to your sketch. "And I'm getting excellent reference material because of it. Win-win."

"This is going to end badly," Torgaddon predicted.

"This is going to end profitably," you corrected. "I've made more money in the past week than in my last three assassination missions combined."

"Speaking of which," Torgaddon lowered your voice, "there's a rumor that the Emperor himself has commissioned you for something."

Your stylus paused momentarily. "Where did you hear that?"

"So it's true!" Torgaddon’s eyes widened.

"Neither confirm nor deny," you muttered, returning to your sketching. "Client confidentiality."

"By the Throne," Torgaddon breathed. "What did he ask for?"

"If—and I stress if—such a commission existed," you said carefully, "it would be for a classical portrait. Nothing more."

"Classical as in...?"

"Classical as in Ancient Terran style. Renaissance era."

"Nude?" Torgaddon pressed.

"Artistically draped," you corrected primly.

"The Emperor wants you to draw him like one of your Terran girls," Torgaddon marveled. "The actual Emperor of Mankind."

"This conversation isn't happening," you insisted, focusing intently on your sketching as Ferrus Manus entered the training cage, also stripped to the waist, his metal arms gleaming under the lights.

"Your pupils just dilated," Torgaddon noted.

"Lighting change," you dismissed, though your increased sketching speed suggested otherwise.

"Right," Torgaddon drawled. "Well, while you're conducting your 'research,' you might want to know that father is looking for you. Something about providing 'detailed references' for his triple-self commission."

"Already scheduled," you replied without looking up. "After the war council. He's bringing reference materials."

"What kind of reference materials could father possibly—" Torgaddon started to ask, then shook his head. "Actually, don't tell me. I don't want to know."

"Wise decision," you agreed, flipping to a new page as Ferrus began demonstrating a series of strikes that showcased his impressive torso musculature. "Very wise indeed."

********

The Emperor's private gallery was unlike anything you had ever seen, a vast chamber filled with artwork spanning human history, from primitive cave paintings to hololithic masterpieces that seemed to shift and move as you walked past them.

And here you were, presenting your completed commission to the Master of Mankind himself.

"The brushwork is exquisite," the Emperor commented, examining the large canvas you had delivered. "You've captured the classical style perfectly."

"Thank you," you replied, trying to maintain your professional demeanor despite standing before the most powerful being in the galaxy, discussing what was essentially an erotic portrait.

"The musculature is anatomically precise," he continued, "yet idealized in the classical tradition. Your understanding of chiaroscuro is impressive."

"I studied the ancient masters extensively," you explained, which was true, you'd spent three days in the Imperial archives researching Renaissance techniques for this commission.

"And the draped fabric creates just the right balance between revelation and mystery," the Emperor noted, his golden eyes studying the painting with the intensity of a sun. "Excellent work."

The painting depicted the Emperor in a classical pose reminiscent of ancient Terran deity portrayals, strategically draped fabric preserving modesty while suggesting the perfection beneath. It was tasteful yet undeniably sensual, exactly what he had requested.

"I'm pleased it meets your expectations," you said, feeling oddly nervous despite your training.

"More than meets them," the Emperor assured you. "I shall add it to my private collection immediately." He gestured to a section of the gallery that appeared to be accessible only through a psychically locked doorway. "Your compensation has been transferred to your accounts, with a substantial bonus."

"You're too generous," you began, but the Emperor raised a hand.

"I reward excellence appropriately," he stated simply. "And I understand you've been providing similar services to my sons."

You froze, unsure how to respond. "I—"

"No need for concern," the Emperor assured you, his perfect lips curving into a slight smile. "Creative expression takes many forms. And frankly, they've been more focused on their duties since your commissions began. Less... tension among them."

"I'm... glad to hear that," you managed, processing the fact that the Emperor of Mankind was essentially approving your pornographic side business.

"I would, however, suggest discretion regarding the list that has been circulating," the Emperor added, his golden eyes twinkling with amusement. "Some of those items hit rather close to home."

"You've seen the list?" you blurted before you could stop yourself.

"I see everything eventually," the Emperor replied enigmatically. "Though I suspect Malcador had a hand in its creation. He always did have a peculiar sense of humor."

Before you could process this revelation, the Emperor gestured toward the exit. "I look forward to seeing your future work, Remembrance. Perhaps we might discuss another commission at a later date."

Taking the dismissal for what it was, you bowed slightly and turned to leave. As you reached the doorway, the Emperor's voice stopped you.

"Oh, also? Item One-hundred-and-thirty-two is entirely accurate."

Your mind raced to recall the item in question, something about his golden aura becoming blinding during passion. By the time you turned back to respond, the Emperor had vanished, leaving you alone in the gallery with the distinct impression you'd just been teased by the Master of Mankind himself.

"What even is my life right now?" You muttered, making your way back to your quarters where seventeen more commissions awaited your attention.

[baldieboi]

I decided to try writing some Primarch x reader content. Here's my first try.

How each Primarchs would react when they hear about your (their wife) pregnancy?

Lion El’Jonson

The Lion would be stunned, his usually unreadable face betraying a flicker of disbelief. He’d question the logistics first. How could this happen, given his engineered nature? Once convinced it’s real then he’d become intensely protective, almost to a fault. He’d worry about his child inheriting his burdens (the secrets of Caliban, his own inner darkness).

He’d build a fortress of security around you, ensuring no harm comes to you or the child. He might struggle to express joy openly but late at night, he’d rest a hand on your belly, silently vowing to shield his family from the galaxy’s horrors. He’d also secretly dread being a distant father, fearing he lacks the warmth a child needs.

Fulgrim

Fulgrim would be ecstatic, seeing the pregnancy as the ultimate expression of beauty and creation. He’d view the child as a masterpiece in the making, a perfect blend of his and your essence and a testament to the heights humanity can achieve.

He’d shower you with affection, composing poetry and music for the unborn child. He’d design an exquisite nursery, obsessing over every detail to ensure it’s flawless. He’d talk endlessly to the child in the womb, promising to teach them art, grace and the pursuit of perfection while ensuring your every need is met with elegance.

Perturabo

Perturabo would be conflicted. Part of him would be overjoyed at creating something not meant for war while another part would fear failing as a father. He’d overanalyze the situation, worrying about the child’s safety in a galaxy of conflict and whether he can provide the emotional support they’ll need.

He’d build an impregnable nursery-fortress, complete with defensive mechanisms (just in case). He’d also craft toys and tools for the child, wanting them to inherit his intellect. He’d be gruff but protective, awkwardly trying to comfort you while hiding his own insecurities about fatherhood.

Jaghatai Khan

The Khan would smile broadly, seeing the pregnancy as a new journey to embark on. He’d be thrilled at the idea of passing down the traditions of Chogoris, viewing fatherhood as an extension of his role as a protector.

He’d take you on gentle rides across open plains (if possible), wanting you to feel the wind as he does. He’d tell stories of his homeworld to the unborn child, hoping they inherit his love of freedom. He’d also craft a small talisman for protection, a nod to his cultural roots.

Leman Russ

Russ would let out a booming laugh, sweeping you into a bear hug (gently, of course). He’d be over the moon, seeing the child as the start of his own pack. He’d boast to everyone about becoming a father, unable to contain his pride.

He’d insist on teaching the child the ways of Fenris as soon as they’re born, already planning mock hunts and survival lessons. He’d be incredibly hands-on, always near you to ensure your safety, and would probably howl at the moon in celebration when the child arrives.

Rogal Dorn

Dorn would be quietly stunned, processing the news with his usual calm demeanor. Inside he’d feel a surge of protectiveness and purpose: he now has something more personal to defend than the Imperium itself.

He’d design the most structurally sound nursery in the galaxy, ensuring it can withstand any threat. He’d be a steady presence for you, offering quiet reassurance rather than overt affection. He’d also begin planning how to instill discipline and honor in the child, though he’d worry about being too rigid.

Konrad Curze

Curze would be horrified at first, fearing his child will inherit his cursed visions or dark nature. He’d struggle with the idea of bringing life into a galaxy he sees as doomed but a small part of him would cling to hope that this child could be his redemption.

He’d become obsessively protective, lurking in the shadows to guard you from any perceived threat. He’d whisper grim lullabies to the unborn child, torn between warning them of the galaxy’s horrors and wanting to shield them. Fatherhood would be a battle between his darkness and his desire to be better.

Sanguinius

Sanguinius would be overwhelmed with joy and sorrow. He’d see the child as a beacon of hope, a chance to create something pure, but he’d also fear passing on the curse of the Red Thirst or foreseeing their suffering.

He’d be endlessly tender, cradling you and speaking softly to the child about a better future. He’d craft beautiful things for the nursery, wanting the child surrounded by light. He’d also pray to the Emperor to spare his child from his own burdens.

Ferrus Manus

Ferrus would be conflicted: part of him would see a child as a potential weakness, a distraction from duty, but another part would feel a surge of pride at creating life. He’d struggle to reconcile these feelings.

He’d approach fatherhood like a project, ensuring every need is met with mechanical precision. He’d craft cybernetic toys (perhaps too early), wanting the child to be strong. He’d be distant at first but would gradually soften, especially if you help him embrace the emotional side of parenting.

Angron

Angron would be overjoyed in rare lucid moments, seeing the child as a chance to build a family he never had. The Nails would make him fear his own rage, worrying he might harm those he loves.

He’d be fiercely protective, vowing to shield his family from slavery or harm. He’d struggle to be near you at times due to the pain of the Nails but in clearer moments, he’d sit with you, speaking softly of a life free from chains for their child. He’d rely on trusted warriors to guard you when he can’t trust himself.

Roboute Guilliman

Guilliman would be thrilled but immediately start planning. Fatherhood would be treated as a new campaign and he'd want to ensure everything is perfect for you and the child from resources to safety.

He’d create detailed schedules for the pregnancy, ensuring the best medical care and nutrition. He’d read every text on parenting (even writing his own Codex Paternis). He’d be supportive but overly formal at first, though he’d melt when feeling the baby kick, showing a rare vulnerable side.

Mortarion

Mortarion would be quietly moved, seeing the child as a chance to defy the suffering of his upbringing on Barbarus. He’d view fatherhood as a way to create a life untainted by the horrors he endured, though he’d worry about his ability to provide a gentle environment.

He’d be a silent guardian, ensuring your health with an almost obsessive focus on cleanliness and safety, fearing disease or poison might harm you or the child. He’d speak little of his joy but would stand watch over you, determined to protect his new family. He’d plan to teach the child endurance, wanting them to survive any hardship.

Magnus the Red

Magnus would be fascinated and overjoyed, seeing the child as a new mind to nurture. He’d be thrilled at the prospect of teaching them the wonders of knowledge and the Warp, though he’d worry about the inherent dangers of psychic power influencing them.

He’d surround the nursery with protective wards and spells, ensuring no psychic harm comes to the child. He’d talk endlessly to the unborn baby about the mysteries of the universe, eager to teach them. He’d be incredibly attentive to you, using his knowledge to ease your discomfort.

Horus Lupercal

Horus would be elated, seeing the child as an extension of his legacy and a symbol of hope. He’d view fatherhood as another way to inspire and lead, thrilled at the idea of shaping a new life with the same care he gives his Legion.

He’d be a doting husband and expectant father, rallying his Luna Wolves to celebrate the news. He’d spend time with you, sharing stories of his campaigns while promising the child a galaxy worth fighting for. He’d want to instill leadership and courage in them, preparing them to stand tall among humanity.

Lorgar Aurelian

Lorgar would see the child as a divine gift, a sign of the Emperor’s favor. He’d be overwhelmed with emotion, viewing the pregnancy as a sacred event that reinforces his faith in humanity’s purpose and his own role as a spiritual guide.

He’d write hymns and prayers for the child, wanting them to grow up steeped in belief and reverence for the Emperor. He’d be endlessly devoted to you, seeing you as a holy figure for bearing his child. He’d plan to teach the child the power of faith, hoping they’ll share his vision of enlightenment.

Vulkan

Vulkan would be overjoyed, tears of happiness in his eyes as he embraces you. He’d see the child as the ultimate expression of humanity’s worth, something to protect at all costs.

He’d craft beautiful, functional items for the child: cribs, toys, even tiny armor. He’d be incredibly hands-on, always near you to help with anything. He’d teach the child kindness and strength, wanting them to be a light in the dark galaxy.

Corvus Corax

Corax would be quietly moved, though he’d worry about bringing a child into a galaxy of war. He’d fear failing them as he feels he failed others but he’d vow to protect them.

He’d be a shadow around you, always watching for danger but rarely speaking his fears. He’d build a hidden, safe space for the child, wanting them to grow up free from oppression. He’d teach them independence, though he’d struggle to open up emotionally.

Alpharius/Omegon

They’d react with calculated curiosity, intrigued by the implications of fatherhood. They might even question if the pregnancy is part of a larger scheme (paranoia is their nature). Still, they’d feel a rare personal attachment.

They’d ensure the child’s safety through layers of secrecy and misdirection, hiding their family from any threats. They’d be unpredictable fathers, sometimes distant, sometimes surprisingly involved. They’d teach the child to question everything, preparing them for a life of intrigue.

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Pontiac Tempest LeMans Sport Coupe, 1962. The LeMans was created in late 1961 as a top trim package of the compact-sized Tempest. The Tempest shared its Y-body with other GM brands which meant it had a transaxle gearbox providing 50/50 weight distribution (see cutaway). It came with a 3.2 litre Trophy inline 4 cylinder that was created by halving a standard Pontiac V8 block. It was also available with Buick's aluminium 215ci V8 but very few Tempests were ordered with the V8 engine, around 1% of total sales.

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How would each primemarch be if their wife is pregnant with their child?

No real warnings for this one other than pregnancy Lion: He's as cool as ever on the outside but he's secretly a mess on the inside. The lion is not the kind to be very open with his emotions so to some (Of the few who actually know) it might seem he has no feelings at all about his wife carrying his progeny. However those who know him better notice how close he keeps you from the start. He's not going to allow anything to happen to his beautiful lioness. 2: Went out for milk and didn't come back. Fulgrim: "Oh have you heard? My darling wife is with child." This man could not be anymore different, he makes sure everyone knows and is appropriately excited. After all how could they not be? He was going to have a child that was truly his own. He parades you about in clothes that show your progressive belly and he makes a show of rubbing it in. Not even his most beloved brother Ferrus is spared. Well to be fair Ferrus is especially the target of the pheonicians excitement.

Perturabo: He is quietly delighted his giant hands have never been so gentle. His honor guard becomes yours for the whole duration, not that they weren't ordered to keep you safe as well, but now they are especially vigilant. He doesn't make a fuss about it outwardly but the nursery soon fills with tiny marvels of engineering for your future child.

Jaghatai: He's also quiet about it, but he's always been a bit aloof about his brother. But in private he is incredibly happy, practically worshiping your body. Making sure you only have the best food. He's a very dedicated husband and soon to be father.

Leman: Is boastful about it. But also very vigilant. He's not letting you out of his sight so long as you've got his pup in your womb. He keeps you warm on cold nights as he refuses to let his child be born anywhere but on Fenris so you do have to suffer the biting cold. Don't worry though, you'll have more furs than you can shake a stick at to keep you comfortable.

Rogal:

No one even knew you were pregnant until the kid came. Though their were signs, kinda, like every place you stepped foot in having even more recent additions to the defenses. His best sons being put on guard duty. A rare quiet smile on his contemplative face and stern face. His apothecaries are the only ones not completely shocked.

Curze:

Oh boy if he was a mess before?... Hes actually quite mellow for most of the pregnancy, of course that is once he's established paternity. It's not that he doubts you, it's that there are other men on his ship and he can't trust them. He holds you even closer now at night. Whispering feverish, yet loving inanities to you. His hard bitter laugh has a softer edge to it now. Could it be that he might finally have two good things in his life to bring his mind out of the darkness?

Sanguinius: I'm saying it now, he started trying early, as soon as the ring was on your finger. Sanguinius loves his sons and that love is only amplifies for the child growing in your womb. But along with that love is a terrible anxiety, what if the child is touched by his thirst, doomed to live with the curse as he and his other children are? He'll love them all the same absolutely nothing will change that. And he somehow loves you even more for this gift of life you are creating with him.

Ferrus: His massive metal hands hold you so gently when you give him the news. He has so much to do, and so much to be. Now he must also be a real father, not only to his astartes, but to a small bundle of life that will share half of his dna. Should he tell anyone? Fulgrim? His father? Ferrus feels very real uncertainty about it. He will tell no one, he decides and puts an even more robust guard around you at all times unless you are with him, in his arms. It becomes the safest place in universe just for you.

11: Went out for smokes and didn't come back.

Angron: How did this even happen? Most people assumed your marriage to this giant butcher was all for show. But no, he is your husband and despite his moments of temporary insanity at the clawing of nails in his brain, he managed to do it. He won't touch you unfortunately. Despite his general disposition about things he does not hate you, and his fear of the nails keeps his hands at bay. No matter how much you plead. He will not risk the life of his child. In his moments of clarity you hold his hand, and kiss it, he tells you he loves you. You alone in the universe as he twitches at the biting of the nails. Maybe he will go back to perturabo and finally allow his brother to aid him. For your sake and for your child.

Roboute: Also quite hush hush about the pregnancy, he journals the whole experience, and builds the nursery with his own hands, putting his own little touches on the place. His hearts swell with delight every time he thinks about it. He holds you in his arms as he picks the handcrafted animals that will go into the rooms. He thanks you softly for allowing him to have this experience. He also has the whole timeline planned out for the pregnancy, you let him have it despite knowing that these things hardly ever go exactly according to plan.

Mortarion: Is this even allowed? Is what he keeps thinking to himself, but he is happy. Fearful as well as you progress, what if he ends up being like the awful monster that raised him? Or even like his own father. He vows to not be those men, he promises to you over and over that he will be the best father. On his knees, he swears to you. He loves you so much and his love your child as well.

Magnus: As soon as you tell him that you're with child he begins divining. Looking into the potential futures to ensure his child's safety. He messages you with his collection of scented oils as he tells you of the endless futures he's seen. He loves to touch you, to feel the aura of his little one growing inside you. He'll know them better than even you by the time they're born. His sons are just as joyful about all this, but do come up with some wild concerns that you never even considered. Magnus puts all theirs worries and yours to rest, telling you hes seen what may happen and will not allow any negatives to come to pass. He is arrogant, for sure, but it does make your fears less.

Horus: He couldn't have kept it under wraps even if he tried. His sons soon learn from the mournival and now every lunar wolf is on high alert to keep you safe. Even Ezekiel, those that's on orders from his primarch. Horus spends as much time as he is able with you. He's glad to be a father, a true father, fulfilling his unspoken desires at long last. He treats you like a queen, and you are never far from his side. As he speaks soft words of love to you and kisses your hands and cheeks.

Lorgar: Lorgar looks at you as if you hung the stars yourself when you tell him. He dedicates himself to you throughout the whole process, at you beck and call the whole time. He acquires for you the most luxurious things he can to pamper you. Most of your evenings are spent with him massaging you with lotions or oils as her tells you tales from his compliances. He adores you so much. Vulkan: He is likely the most outwardly expressive with his delight. Not boasting or bragging but delightedly sharing the good news with his family. It's a nice feeling, to be so openly praised by a primarch. He, like many of this other builder brothers makes toys for his soon to arrive child. He's attentive, maybe even a bit smothering. But it's all to ensure that you are happy and well. His sons are also over the moon at the news, there much beloved legion mother carrying their brother or sister. You will certainly be very safe and loved, that's for sure.

Corvus: He might tell a few of his brothers and his father, but other than that he keeps it a rather private affair. He will of course keep you close and when he is unable will have a silent guard keeping an eye on your every move to ensure your safety. At night when he holds you, he will sing you to sleep with his soft mellow voice. His dark eyes scanning the shadows for any movement. He will keep you and his little chick safe in his nest. Alpharius/Omegon: The question is who's the father? True they are twins of a sort, technically two halves of what would have been one being. But still. Either way, no one but the three of you will even know until the baby comes and even then it's largely going to be a rumor. You are well cared for as you always are, but the two fathers will ensure that regardless, nothing happens and no one knows.

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Rhaaaaa the URGE to write a deep fantasy au!!! Where every primarch is a faction/race and the monarch of their faction!!!

Here is the primarch list pls take it and write it I don't need more WIP

Primarch, in a Fantasy AU

Mortarion: Fairy. But im the slightly mean, might steal your bones and eat your eyeballs way. Very close to nature and secretive, hard to see and talk too. Soft moth wings that can produce a dust that either heal or poison you.

Vulkan: Dragonborn from the montains! Very noble and adventurous, quite likely to go around and visit his friends. Less of a king and more of a "designated leader because he's so nice (and big)". Imvulnerable to fire damage.

Fulgrim: here me out- Drow. A beautiful dark elf, who helped save his world from starvation and ruin, and is slowly pushing to open up his kingdom to trades and diplomacy.

Ferrus: Orc! They qoek by a clan syathem, byt are actually skilled engineer, as rhey are nomadic and try to get all the info/knowledge they can before moving on. Some of the obly marksmen of the setting. Surprisingly friendly, they know they are strong and that messing with them would be UNBELEIVABLY stupid.

Magnus: spirit/energy being. King of Prospero, a desert city where everyone kinda became lowkey immortal, in a metapgysical way. People have shed their flesh body a long time ago and now mostly either wander the city around as spirits, kr by possesing objects like armours. Genies legend were based on them due to magical power, but no, they are NOT forced the grant wishes.

Leman: I mean. Wolfperson. He literally keep changing into a wolf half the time. Nomadic in nature, him and his people are the best hunters of the land, and often employed as mercenary.

Horus: Human. Just... regular ass human. Normal as hell. King of them, and very good at making alliance, very stable and prosperous Kingdom. Also very cosmopolitan, with all the races and factions bwing welcomed to walk through.

Sanguinius: I mean........... Vampire. In the noble, aristocratic way. He has a very impressive and spooky castle that people get invited too for fancy bit vaguely spooky dinner. Very polite, doesn't hide his nature here, but is constantly trying to maintain a tight control on his vampires subordinate.

Lion: He is TOTALLY a Normal Human of a Normal Human Kingdom. Not a Changeling from the magical forest at all. What's that? Watchers? Totally normal people too, not at all gnomes and kobolt and korrigan who also consider him their king...

Roboute: Prince of a human kingdom... But he's actually an adopted half elf!! Constantly at war in his soul between the two part of his being. His kingdom is the largest human kingdom, but constantly has to deal with difficult political intrigue and threat of invasion.

Lorgar: Naga. His tattoo are actually gold scales glittering all across his body in an hypnotic patern. His people are semi nomadic, they have multiple rock city across the desert that they migrate between every 10 to 20 years.

Jaghatai: ....... Centaur. Like. I just couldn't. Nomadic step people, smart, amazing archer, they often also run huge trade carravan between the various kingdom and are, honnestly, filthy rich. Having a centaur offer you to ride on his back to a non-centaur person is basically a marriage proposal.

Rogal: Dwarf! But from nordic, snowy montains. Very good craftsman and engineer, very used to nordic winter with 3 months long night. Best friend with Roboute, travel in giant steam ship.

Angron: Elves! But he was captured as a child and almost turned into... Something else. However, he led a rebellion, and went back to his kingdom. They are very warry of outsiders, and his kingdom is composed of a notable portion of those "changed elves". Yes, I mean Uruk-Hai

Konrad: Vampire but in like. The creepy way. They are kimda more goulish, cannibalistic, who live in creepy osolated town and scare away travelers. Terrible assassins hired by other kingdoms In reality, while him and his people ARE some kind of creepy blood sucker, they just want to live their isolayed life.

Corvus: the BIRDY people. Probably a race that get a variety of avian features, some have bird heads, some wings, some feets, some are fully antro... Corvus can fully shift between giant murder raven and human.

Alpharius and Omegon: Shapeshifter. Less of a tribe/kingdom than a secret society of shapeshifter who infiltrated more or less succesfully all the other kingdoms. They have a good time of it.

Perturabo: Minotaur of a distant montainous kingdom. His Kingdom is actually a mix between minotaur and humans, living in a tense mixed society. He rule with his sister/totally not wife Calliphone, who is a human. Yes, he is gigantic at her side. Yes, she is smug about it.

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Headcanon: What subjects would Primarchs teach in high school?

(Based on subjects I had in high school or am familiar with)

This is my first Warhammer 40k headcanon, I hope you like it :'3 It comes with some quick sketches

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Roboute Guilliman – Economics/Business Administration He is usually strict because it is his duty but he helps his students from time to time, everyone loves him

Vulkan – Civics and Ethics His class focuses on kindness, responsibility, and community service. Everyone gets an A, but he expects you to do your best.

Konrad Curze – Student Supervisor (Hall Supervisor/Dean of Students) No one dares break the rules when he is around. His office is dimly lit and no one knows how he always catches the students before they even think about misbehaving. What could you expect from the Night Haunter?

Corvus Corax – Physics He would make any class interesting, he is sad to fail students and he loves them like they are his children

Lorgar – Religious Studies Somehow, every lesson becomes a sermon and 20 ways to pray to the Emperor

Mortarion – Chemistry The lab always smells funny. An expert in handling toxic gases, the students suspect he is immune to all dangerous substances. Strict

Leman Russ – Physical Education "You're not tired! You're just weak! Keep running!" Gym class is less about fitness and more about survival.

Fulgrim – Philosophy Every discussion ends with an impassioned monologue and the students leave questioning their entire existence thinking what perfection really is. Typical handsome but ruthless teacher

Perturabo – Workshop The assignments are almost impossible. If your project isn't reinforced with adamantium and designed to withstand artillery fire, it's not good enough.

Jaghatai Khan – Biology He loves explaining evolution and animal physiology, he likes to talk about horses a lot, he would be a very funny teacher.

Rogal Dorn – Law/Government Studies He follows everything to the letter, very calculating and always remembers everything he and his students say in every class. Every assignment must be structured like a legal document.

Ferrus Manus – Engineering Very practical. "If you can't build it with your own hands, you don't deserve to use it." Students who present blueprints without actual prototypes are judged harshly.

Angron – Math No one understands why he is so angry when explaining basic algebra, He throws chalk at students who can't solve equations fast enough, don't blame him deep down he is good.

Magnus the Red – Psychology He knows what you are thinking before you say it. "I understand your trauma better than you do" he says. There are very intense debates in class and to calm them down the students leave with mild headaches.

Horus – Language and Literature (English/Literature) Charismatic, good, helps his students and motivates them to be better every day, everyone's favorite without a doubt.

Alpharius – Substitute teacher for any subject "Wait, weren't you teaching biology yesterday?" No one knows how many of them actually exist, I'm actually Alpharius

Lion El'Jonson – History Classes about wars always have a suspicious lack of details about his own past. "We don't talk about certain events. Let's move on…" he doesn't stop talking.

Sanguinius – Fine Arts Every class feels like a divine experience. Students often leave inspired… or in tears. No one wants to disappoint him, he always strives to make his classes relaxing, stimulating and creative for them, he would spend all night cutting out paper flowers to hand out the next day.

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1972 GTO 455 H.O.

1972 GTO 455 H.O.

1972 GTO 455 H.O.

1972 GTO 455 H.O.

1972 GTO 455 H.O. in Anaconda Gold. GTO sales were still strong in 1969 with 72,287 GTOs sold, but in 1970 just 40,149 GTOs were produced, then in 1971 sales took a nosedive with just 10,532 units sold. For 1972, Pontiac decided to move the GTO nameplate from being its own separate model to just being an option on the LeMans. The muscle car era was quickly dying out and only 5,807 1972 GTOs were produced, just 645 of those received the 455 H.O. engine option.

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The SD-455 engine was originally earmarked for the 1973 Formula, Trans Am, LeMans, GTO, Grand Am, and Grand Prix. As the model year began, hundreds of orders were taken for SD-455 equipped cars, but due to delays certifying the engine for emissions, by March 1973 not a single SD-455 order had been filled. Pontiac thought about simply killing the project entirely and taking the loss, but enthusiastic engineers and marketeers suggested that since SD-455 engines had been built, it was more cost effective to sell them instead of scrapping them.

By February 1973 there were 673 outstanding orders (483 by customers) for SD-455 equipped cars. Pontiac conducted a survey to determine the status of the orders :

• About 50% of the customers stated the reason they ordered their Pontiac in the first place was for the SD-455 engine.

• 198 customers were still waiting for their order to be filled.

• 145 customers bought the same model, but with a lesser engine (almost all opted for the 455).

• 52 customers bought another car (21 were Pontiacs)

• 78 customers cancelled their order

• others did not reply

With a limited supply of engines, in March 1973 Pontiac announced the cancellation of the SD-455 for all models except Formula and Trans Am. By year end, 43 Formulas and 252 Trans Ams received the SD-455, and there was one 1973 Grand Am SD-455 built as a pilot car.

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Today I brought you the content that only caters to me, a The Elder Scrolls fan of almost 10 years.

What races Primarchs would be on Nirn

Beware of the lore

Lion El Johnson — Colovian Imperial. Imperials are a mix of classical western and greco roman aesthetics and cover three subcultures with two of them being more prevalent: colovians and nebenese. Colovians are closer to classic European fantasy. Their style is more modest than nibenese and their temper is stronger.

Fulgrim — Altmer. An equivalent of Tolkien's elves with a side of fascism. No doubt, if there's a race that can be considered THE beautiful one, it's probably altmers. They also have a thing for perfection and superiority.

Perturabo — Dwemer. A disappeared technocratic elven race whose inventions keep working hundreds of years after their disappearance. Dwemers didn't worship gods, and tried to build their own mechanical god powered by severed heart of a dead god. Pretty much rhymes with demon powered engines.

Jaghathai Khan — Orsimer. In latest iterations orsimer aesthetic pretty much inspired by Mongolians and their lifestyle appears to be nomadic. Their culture revolves around power and warrior's honour.

Leman Russ — Nord obviously. Fantasy equivalent of Scandinavians and vikings. Not much to add.

Rogal Dorn — Colovian Imperial. Despite having some greco roman influence in his aesthetic, Dorn is more suitable for being a colovian. Colovian culture bears nordic influence due to geographical neighbouring and historical ties.

Konrad Curze — Dunmer. Dunmers are ash-skinned elves with fire eyes who come from a province with a big volcano in it's heart and very aggressive environment. Dunmers are extremely diverse as warriors. Their skillset includes stealth. They can be pretty cruel as they're very proud race whose subjectivity was and stays in danger. In the first years of the 4th era the biggest part of their home province was destroyed (reminder what happened to Nostramo) by eruption of the volcano, turning the survivors into refugees, and for multiple provinces not much welcomed ones.

Sanguinius — Blank space here. I probably will not assign any of the TES races to the vampire Jesus as there's just no such race that could be considered as good guys enough to fit Sanguinius. The only race that comes to mind is tsaesci, ONLY because they're vampire race. But that's all.

Ferrus Manus — Orsimer. Orsimers are rough people, with one of their strong sides being blacksmithing. In the past they had unpleasant reputation of uncultured barbarians, though this sentiment isn't true. Orks are a race magically changed from another race through divine involvement.

Angron — Nede. Either a proto human race or a term covering multiple human races. Notable part of nedic history is their cruel enslavement by elves ayleids that ended with a huge successful rebellion.

Roboute Guilliman — Nibenese Imperial. Nibeneans are closer to Mediterranean style. They're sophisticated and philosophical subculture of imperials. Diplomacy and politics are Imperial's forte. Their long hands are stretched all around the continent HEAVILY influencing every province.

Mortarion — Argonian. Race of lizard people from a province literally called Black March. They're strong fighters immune to poisons and able to breath underwater.

Magnus The Red — I think he also can take the dwemer nishe. If we interchange magic with technology we are pretty much getting somebody like Cagrenac level who got too close to the sun dooming himself and everybody around him. Also could be a khajiit. Catfolk race from desert lands. Their appearance is very diverse in it's shape that depends on the phases of the two moons on the day of their birth. Khajiit are masters of taming nature. They have unique fighting styles. Also their fashion is colourful and flamboyant.

Horus Lupercal — Colovian, i guess. What could be told is already told.

Lorgar Aurelian — Chimer. One of the races that no longer exists, but they instead turned into a different one, dunmers. All the not-so-deep lore of chimers is tied with gods and divine. Their transformation into dunmers is a direct result of pissing off a goddess. Their king, according to some sources, was also a child of one of their gods. In short, their whole history was pretty much playing games WITH gods AND playing gods.

Vulcan — Unexpectedly, i would personally assign him a Dunmeri race. Mostly based on aesthetics. Dunmers are not famous for being kind whatsoever, but they also have their history of resilience. If getting deeper we're probably dealing with ashlanders, oppressed and genocided folks of nomadic tribal lifestyle valuing their tribes the most.

Corvus Corax — Bosmer. Forest elves are people of simple lifestyle living close to nature rejecting sophistication. They're short, fast and stealthy. Bosmers posess chameleon-like ability to hide in the forests.

Alpharius Omegon — Breton. Bretons are descendants of both humans and elves and getting to experience the best of two worlds as both talented magicians and diplomats. They're universal race that succeeding in all fields. But they're also overlooked and at times even despised as not fully belonging neither to elves nor humans.

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“All right, everyone!” Roboute Guilliman said. “I’d like to call this meeting to order!”

“Of course,” Lionel Johnson agreed. “I agree with that. I’m very loyal.”

“You keep saying that,” Vulkan complained. “Can you say something else?”

Lionel shrugged.

“Isn’t someone missing?” Sanguinius asked, turning around to look to his left, and Vulkan ducked. Then he looked the other way, and the massive wings on his back clobbered Ferrus Manus and knocked him to the floor.

“Ow!” Ferrus protested.

“Huh?” Sanguinius said.

“Yes, I know Corvus is missing,” Roboute said. “We can tell him what happened later. But if you can please come to order?”

Ferrus Manus looked suspiciously at Sanguinius, then got back up again.

“Woof,” Leman Russ said, bravely.

“Thank you, Brother,” Roboute said, with a regal nod. “Now… Jaghatai?”

“What?” Jaghatai replied, defensively.

“Do you have to be on your bike during a meeting?”

“It’s my bike,” Jaghatai sniffed. “I don’t see why I should get off my bike when Rogal is standing on the table, anyway.”

“Get off the table, Rogal,” Robute requested.

“No,” Rogal replied, even more defensively than anyone else.

“There you go,” Jaghatai said, folding his arms. “If he’s not getting off his table, I’m not getting off my bike.”

Up in the rafters, Corvus Corax remained silent, but he did move to where he could see the paperwork Robute was holding.

“What’s the point of this meeting, anyway?” Sanguinius asked, turning and hitting Ferrus Manus in the face with his wings again.

“Ow!” Ferrus complained.

“We are trying to organize our strategy to defeat the traitors, of course,” Robute said. “We have no idea what plan they could have.”

“I certainly don’t!” Lionel contributed. “I’m loyal, after all! Like a lion!”

“Are lions known for loyalty?” Ferrus Manus asked.

Sanguinius turned around. “Well, I don’t- wait, who said that?”

“Ow,” Ferrus mumbled, on the floor, then picked himself up again. “Can you stop doing that?”

“Doing what?” Sanguinius replied, confused.

“Woof,” Leman Russ contributed.

“I did try to call this meeting to order,” Roboute said, a bit more insistently this time. “All right. So what exactly are the traitors going to be trying to do?”

“Don’t ask me-” Lionel began.

“I wasn’t,” Roboute replied. “Jaghatai-”

“Yes?” Jaghatai asked, revving his motorcycle.

“...no, never mind,” Roboute decided, and looked around for a saner brother. “Vulkan, what do you think they’ll do?”

“Well, if it was me, I’d be aiming to construct some kind of superweapon,” Vulkan said. “Something to use to destroy the Imperium, one planet at a time or all at once.”

“Do you think that’s possible?” Sanguinius asked, sounding horrified, and Ferrus ducked before the wings could knock him off his chair again.

“Well… I could do it,” Vulkan said. “But I don’t think any of them could do it, so no.”

“I’d build a fortress!” Rogal said.

Roboute nodded, slightly, then looked thoughtful.

“Maybe that’s it,” he said. “Maybe that’s what they’ll do! They’ll try to destroy the most important parts of the Imperium, to win the rebellion!”

There was a loud cracking sound overhead, and they all looked up just before the rafters collapsed.

Corvus Corax landed directly on top of Vulkan, driving him below the table, and there was a messy sort of noise.

“Arf!” Leman warned.

“Corvus!” Roboute said, shocked. “Vulkan, are you all right?”

“I’ll help!” Jaghatai volunteered, revving the engine on his bike, and drove over to the site of the impact.

Corvus dove out of the way in time, then Jaghatai looked down.

“...oops,” he said.

“What happened?” Roboute asked, his voice hushed.

“Vulkan’s dead again,” Jaghatai said. “And I’ve got to clean my tyres.”

“Well… do it somewhere else,” Roboute requested.

Sanguinius jumped up on the table, to get a better look, and managed to hit both Rogal and Ferrus with his wings that time.

“I wonder if Horus is having this much trouble?” Robute asked.

“So, my plan,” Horus began.

“What’s that?” Fulgrim said, staring into a mirror. “I can’t hear you over how fabulous I look.”

“This is a planning meeting,” Horus complained.

“And I’ve got a mirror,” Fulgrim countered. “I think we both know which is more important here.”

“Should I kill the mirror?” Angron asked, eagerly.

Horus glanced at him, tempted, then shook his head.

“Not yet,” the Warmaster replied. “As I was saying. My plan is-”

“Before we begin,” Lorgar interrupted. “I wanted to ask. We have done the bit where we do a benediction to the Ruinous Powers, haven’t we?”

“Yes, we have, you daft idiot,” Magnus rumbled. “You’re the one who did it!”

Lorgar frowned.

“I don’t think so,” he said. “I would definitely have remembered it.”

Magnus glanced at Alpharius. “You remember it, right, Alpharius?”

“I’m Omegon,” Omegon replied.

Magnus rubbed his eye.

“What are you all talking about over there?” Mortarion called, from the second table. “I can’t hear you!”

“We’re talking about whether Lorgar did a benediction to the Ruinous Powers!” Magnus told him.

“Guys!” Horus said, to absolutely no avail.

“I wouldn’t know, would I?” Mortarion shouted. “Can’t I just move back to the same table you’re all at? Konrad’s hiding under the table, there’s got to be room!”

“It’s not about having room,” Horus replied, with a sniff. “It’s the smell. Stay over there, Mortarion.”

“Should I kill him?” Angron suggested.

Horus shook his head. “No.”

“You always say that!” Angron shouted.

“You could always kill Horus-” Perturabo suggested.

“No!” Horus snapped. “No, no, no! No killing me! You can go and kill the Loyalists-”

Angron cheered, and ran out through the wall.

“...later,” Horus finished, lamely.

“I am the night,” Konrad said, from under the table.

Horus kicked him.

“Ow!” Konrad said, his voice muffled.

“Omegon,” Horus resumed. “Is there any news of-”

“I’m Alpharius,” Alpharius interrupted. “What were you saying?”

“I was asking what the plans of the Loyalists were,” Horus said. “Since we’re apparently not going to get to my plan, that is.”

“I suggest we destroy every planet we reach, one by one, to make sure the enemy isn’t present!” Perturabo opined. “Otherwise the risk of the enemy hiding out underground to retake the position after we depart is far too great!”

“That would take at least twenty thousand years just to reach Terra,” Magnus the Red said.

Perturabo shrugged. “So?”

“So, we wouldn’t reach Fenris to destroy it for far, far too long!” Magnus protested.

“Well, they’re having a meeting,” Alpharius said. “Trying to decide what to do to stop us.”

“Aha!” Horus declared. “Then all we’ll need to do is to attack that meeting! Fine work, Alpharius!”

“I’m Omegon,” Omegon protested.

“Shut up,” Horus said, his expression and pose not changing one bit. “All right, everyone, ready to move out!”

“Really, darling, you can’t expect me to go out looking like this, can you?” Fulgrim asked.

Horus glowered at him.

“Who’s the Warmaster?” he said.

“You are,” Magnus said, helpfully. “In case you’ve forgotten.”

Horus put his head in his hands.

“We are the Traitor Primarchs!” he said. “We’re objects of fear across the galaxy and the destroyers of worlds! And I would really hope that we could at least get on with the whole treachery thing, guys!”

His tone gradually went from grandiose to whining. “It’s not like I’m asking a lot! Just for you to each go out and kill off one loyalist legion, and then I’ll kill the Emperor too, and be the Emperor, and nobody will have to tell me what to do!”

There was silence for several seconds.

“...so, which of the gods is this plan from, exactly?” Lorgar said.

“I still can’t hear you!” Mortarion shouted.

“Does this mean I’ll have to come out from under the table?” Konrad said.

Magnus raised his hand. “When do we get to kill the Space Marines in this scheme?”

“What about if we just blow them up with really big guns?” Perturabo asked. “You haven’t been addressing that problem.”

“Red dye or purple?” Fulgrim inquired.

“Perhaps-” either Alpharius or Omegon began, then the wall crashed in as Angron ran through it and stampeded the Primarch of the Alpha Legion.

“FOUND PRIMARCHS!” Angron shouted. “KILL PRIMARCHS!”

Horus held out a leg and tripped him over, as the rest of the Traitor Primarchs scattered in panic.

“Why am I surrounded by idiots?” he complained. “What did I ever do wrong?”

The Ecclesiarch looked up from the script of the latest Mystery Play, his attention turning implacably to the scriptwriter.

“And I was thinking we could do the burning of Prospero with an actual dog, carrying a flaming torch in its mouth,” the scriptwriter went on. “And maybe do a scene with the Emperor’s Children spending so much time doing their hair that someone has to come in and tell them the battle’s already over.”

The Ecclesiarch looked down at the script, again, and made his decision.

“I. LOVE. It!” he said. “Add a bit where that Guardsman, Ollanius, where Horus has to beat him about six times and he keeps getting up again, more dazed each time. That would be perfect!”

[shiyorin]

What do you think it would be like if primarchs used social media?

Lion El'Jonson:

Private account, doesn't accept follower requests

Rarely posts, usually just sunset or forest photos

Uses emojis sarcastically in replies

Has 20 followers but thinks it's way too many

Fulgrim:

Aesthetic pictures pose artfully depict exotic hobbies and runway couture 

Filters all photos to perfection  

Constantly debates high art vs pop culture 

Thirst traps cause monthly massacres

"Like for a follow back 🔥" 

Perturabo:

Photos are exclusively poorly-lit fortress blueprints 

Bio is 25000 character treatise on siege tactics

Follows exactly 12 history scholars 

Hates everyone and everything on the site 

Actually ran some incisive political commentary bots before being banned

Jaghatai Khan: 

Only posts the sickest motocross and extreme sports clips

Videos have insane views but no captions 

Fans think he's a cryptid until rare livestreams 

Hijacks Fulgrim's comments to hype rad stunts

Leman Russ:

Changed his name to 'Wolf Daddy 🐺'

Shirtless hunting/drinking photos get 10K likes

Roasts everyone in comments but they love it  

Followers think he's a viking hipster meme page

Follows biker gangs, sled dog accts, scholars of old Terra 

Rogal Dorn:

Only posts are architectural blueprints and records of fortifications

Gets into epic debates about structural principles in comments  

No one knows if he actually loads new content or just archives old

Somehow gains tons of followers thirsting for DILF

Konrad Curze:

Pure darkness and screams in hazy JPEGs 

3 followers and they're all bots

Posts disturbing ‘prophecies’ and murder puzzles

Under investigation for doxxing

Sanguinius: 

Angelic selfies bring all the followers to his page    

Flowing locks and golden abs get 20K likes instantly   

Quotes poetry in every reply but no one understands 

Only follows animal shelter and children's hospital accounts

Ferrus Manus:

Only follows engineering/robotics pages

Posts heavily filtered machine shop mini-documentaries 

Photos of custom machines that make engineers weep

Comments are unintelligible techno-babble  

Somehow gains huge gym bro following thirsting for muscle

Angron:

Gets banned monthly for graphic content and abuse

Posts angry rants about society in broken caps

Got suspended after sending death threats to Guilliman

Only follower is Khârn who comments 'THIS' on everything  

Roboute Guilliman:

Shares updates on the latest Codexes 

Only follows serious history/philosophy lecture pages

Posts long analyses of governance strategies 

Constantly lectures others in comments

Has blocked half his followers for trolling

Mortarion:

Aesthetic is grimy gas mask selfies in back alleys

ONLY reposts plague doctor memes from 2003

Bio is endless copypasta about essential oils

Gains cult following of goths, metal heads and preppers

Magnus:

Endless livestreams talking about theoretical magic at 3AM with 2 viewers. 

Tries making TikToks explaining sorcery but the videos are an hour long each.

Overexplains memes and emojis in long-winded threads

Memes and facts threads blow up as the most esoteric

Horus Lupercal:

Selfies showing off abs get him 50K followers in a week

Posts stunning photos from across the Imperium with #blessed captions

Fan club is half the mankind 

DMs from people asking for selfies blow up his notifications  

Lorgar Aurelian:

Aesthetic is dark robes and candlelit monasteries

Constantly reposting zealot sermons out of context

Accidentally starts wars of faith whenever he livestreams

Got suspended for uploading hardcore Slaneeshi hymns

Still has 10 alt accounts all named Brother [REDACTED]

Vulkan:

Only follows puppy accounts and craft bloggers

Posts Happy Holiday baking tutorials and dad jokes

Likes and comments positivity on everyone's posts

Followers think he's the nicest DILF ever online

Secretly the biggest wholesome meme page

Corvus Corax:

Only darkness, shadow puppets and cryptic poems

No one knows if he's real or a myth on the deep web

Internet detectives can’t trace his true identity  

Only sends encrypted coordinates in mysterious DMs  

No one has any idea what he's trying to say  

1 follower is Alpharius who only replies 'No, I'm Alpharius'

Alpharius/Omegon:

Constantly pretending to be other online  

No one knows their true forms or agenda 

Takeovers of government sites spark conspiracies

Leaves clues implicating everyone else’s schemes