#guilliman is missing excel

[iregulargremlin]

been working on this for a while

the toga was a pain in the ass to figure out how to draw but i think it turned out realy good and i cant be botherd right now to figure out a background so i just made it blue for ultramar

also the skin color is apears somewhat greenish yelow on my main monitor, i think it may just be my monitor not having that saturated reds but it looks okay on my Drawing tablet Screen so it may just be difrent color spaces or something?

Feel free to let me know if youre more informed on what could cause this and how i could fix it

Bonus: Guiliman taking up a stress smoking habit from the stress off attemting to fix the mess that is the adeptus ministorum

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

(I'm back with a second helping of Guilliman soup)

Terra was beautiful at night.

It was the curse of a historitor, you supposed, to know so many heartbreaking truths. The first time you saw a painting of the ancient oceans of Terra, long lost, you cried. There was so much the people of the Imperium didn't know, and perhaps never would. Maybe it was for the best, to never miss what you didn't know you had.

Either way, it was all in the past now. You weren't a historitor anymore.

And you were getting married tomorrow.

You glanced back at your regalia. It was a magnificent ensemble, gold and white, grand in the style of the old Imperium, but soft, warm. You hadn't had much of a say in what you were wearing. Or any of the planning, for the matter.

The more you reflected, the more you wondered how much of a say you really had in the whole affair at all. It might have been different, had you been marrying a normal man. But you weren't.

Throne, you were going to marry Roboute Guilliman.

A few months after the fateful confrontation in his office, the two of you had been sitting in his personal chambers, conversing late into the night over a bottle of wine, as had become your routine.

The courtship had been awkward, at first. It still was, in many ways. Despite your education, you were basically a backwater bumpkin who had stumbled into the right credentials and experience, and he was... A demigod. The age difference, too, haunted you a bit. But neither dissuaded him. He continued to visit you, to ask you to visit him, when there was time. You moved, slowly, from separate chairs to sharing the ottoman to leaning against each other. He was warm.

The bottle was nearing empty, and there was a pleasant buzz around your senses. You leaned against Guilliman's arm (though you called him Roboute, sometimes, intimately, Rob in private now.) And he stroked your shoulder, pulling you closer. He spoke into your ear.

"Marry me."

"No preamble? Should I be offended?" You chuckled and looked up at him. He wasnt laughing. You sat up. "Rob, oh, you... You weren't... You weren't joking, were you?"

"No. I am not."

"It's early. It's only been a few months, I don't think... Are you sure?"

"I've never been more certain of anything in my life."

You let out a long breath. "I'm... Can we even do that?"

"Of course we can." He added, more quietly. "I made sure if it."

You stopped, suddenly finding a fascinating pattern on the rug.

Roboute knelt in front of you. "I swear to you, not an ounce of harm will come to you as long as I draw breath. I will bring you stars in a gift box if you ask it. I'll lay worlds at your feet. Let me show you. All I ask is that you stand beside me. Think about it tonight, and give me your answer tomorrow evening." His eyes were alight, it took all your courage not to shrink. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, then left.

You didn't sleep that night.

When you told him yes the next day, the chamber bathed in the amber light of the Terran sunset, he swept you into into his arms and spun you around, the both of you laughing.

And now you were getting married, in possibly the biggest hoopla Terra had seen in centuries.

Roboute wanted a small ceremony, but the Administratum would hear none of it. After all, what better story to sell the people of the Imperium than a royal wedding? It made a nice reprieve from the military parades, at least, though your wedding festivities would involve enough marching retinues that it might as well be one anyway. In the week leading up to the wedding alone, you had attended so many events you were certain your face was burned into holo-vid players across the galaxy. You had quickly become a symbol to the people of the Imperium, the normal citizen granted such an extraordinary honor, to wed a Primarch. It was like a fairy tale. You were becoming an excellent propaganda piece, despite Roboute's efforts to keep you out of the public eye as much as possible.

You tried not to think about how many people would be watching you get married. At least Roboute would be there. You were sleeping separately until tomorrow, of course. The prospect of tomorrow night had you blushing with excitement and shaking with dread all at once. You tried not to think about it.

You climbed into bed, sleep slowly coming to claim you. Tomorrow your life would end and start again.

You could only hope you made the right choice.

A wing over, Guilliman stared into his fireplace. Haunted by thoughts of you, and tomorrow, and tomorrow night. He was beyond pleased that you had accepted, he had worried when you hesitated he would be forced to use... Coercion. But there was no need, and your blooming relationship continues unimpeded. He just had to keep you close.

He relaxed on his massive bed, preparing to sleep. Despite his size, he couldn't fill it. Soon, it would never be lonely again.

(once again, no proof reading because that's work. I just shit this into your asks lol sorry)

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

Seloras Opinions on the Primarchs:

A thing requested by @psycherprince / @ask-ephraelrhiannon ! Seloras opinions on the Primarchs! Prepare for hilarity and a touch of heresy! Under the cut.

Horus: “That crazy ass motherfucker decided to listen to the other motherfucker- What was his name? Oh yeah! Erebus! And then he went batshit and stared the heresy. I’m STILL mad about it.”

Leman Russ: “One free wolf man. I didn’t dislike him, but I still don’t LIKE him either. Bastard disappeared into fucking oblivion. I hope he comes back at some point though, or I’ll hunt him myself!”

II and  XI Primarchs: “I dont know, honestly. I dont even think they were found. Or if they were, perhaps they told the Emperor to fuck off and got killed.”

Ferrus Manus: “His weapons were beautiful. I wish I could have snagged one of his knives at some point, but I was never able to. Its a shame what happened to him.”

Fulgrim: “You know, I appreciate perfection, seeing as how my Ember Guard strives to do the same. I don’t know where the fuck he is, last I heard he became a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh and disappeared into the warp. Can’t say I blame him with how fucked everything is though.”

Vulkan: “He was sweet. At least from what I remember, I only met him briefly when he was in a conference with Robute. That was probably my most pleasant experience with a Primarch I’ve ever had. I’m mad that he went missing too, though.”

Rogal Dorn:

“I have the strongest love/hate relationship with him. On one end, he was an excellent strategist. On the other hand that motherfucker took my son. So yeah.”

Roboute Guilliman:

“Hooo boy. He was the Primarch I served during the Crusades as one of his mortal Lord Commanders. The bastard stopped giving us instruction though. I’m still pissed off he woke me up from stasis. Especially into the MESS that is the modern Imperium.”

Magnus The Red: “WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM WAS FUCKED UP! The Council of Nikea was fucked, all of it was fucked. Period. Also, he has good taste in books.”

Sanguinius: “His wings always looked delightfully fluffy. I never saw him fly, but a part of me wishes I had. Still mad at Horus for killing him. He seemed so warm and wonderful.”

Lion El'Jonson:

“A mysterious motherfucker. I honestly don’t know much on him other than that he was the Dark Angels Primarch. Sooo...”

Perturabo: “Very angry. Not as angry as Angron. I feel like he was wronged horribly, however.”

Mortarion: “Three words. Promethium Grade Cleaner.”

Logar: “This motherfucker. I dont like him. HE helped with the religious bullcrap and I hate it.”

Jaghatai Khan:

“An astonding warrior. Let me tell you something, if that man EVER showed up to Ember while he was around the women there would have been all over him. Sadly, he’s missing as well.”

Konrad Curze:

“Thank the Throne he’s dead.”

Angron: “Angriest motherfucker in the Galaxy. With a side of EXTRA ANGER courtesy of Khorne.”

Alpharius Omegon: “Dude. He was a changeling or some crap I swear. Just like ‘oh no I’m Omegon wait no I’m Alpharius.’. I don’t like him, but what he pulled off was impressive.”

Corvus Corax:

“His poetry was beautiful. I still find myself reading some of the books that contain snippets of it. He disappeared, though. Which is disapppointing.”

[warsofasoiaf]

All this talk about Warhammer makes me wonder where to start? A quick glance tells me there are several dozen novels. Is there a logical order to read them in other than release date?

I would recommend picking a favorite character, legion, xeno species, or plot arc and following that. A lot of the Black Library guys are very “rah-rah” for their protagonist side and fan favorites, it isn’t always that both sides are presented well (though when they are, they tend to be excellent reads). You could also instead pick a favorite author and follow their own books. Dan Abnett is probably the best author that Black Library employs. Sandy Mitchell is great for his lighter shade of grimdark novels and his quirky characters, particularly Ciaphus Cain; you can tell from the book that he has a lot of fun writing them. Graham McNeill is good, though he can be a hit-or-miss writer. Aaron Dembski-Bowden is a fantastic writer though he’s a huge Chaos fanboy (and I’m not, it should be noted, I admit my own biases freely). James Swallow is one of the few I trust to write the Sisters of Battle well, his Fire and Faith and Hammer and Anvil made the Sisters retcon some of the worst of their fridging by Matt Ward while being awesome when they do it.

I combine the two when it comes to the Horus Heresy. Again, to admit my biases, I’m a filthy Loyalist, so I like the stories where the Loyalist legions are the stars of the show. The Prospero storyline is excellent because two of the best authors Black Library has write the Burning of Prospero from their own perspective in the novels A Thousand Sons by McNeill and Prospero Burns by Abnett. Both books give lots of personality to their respective legions, such as the term “murder-make” by the Space Wolves (and since the Rout are Worf’d throughout the Heresy, I’d better appreciate where they get their victories). Scars, by Chris Wright, only continues the excellence by characterization of Jaghatai Khan and bringing back the plot threads of Mortarion all the way from the Council of Nikaea to take center stage in the Khan’s epic takedown of the Death Lord. When it comes to the Traitor Primarchs, Abnett crushes it with the Horus trilogy, and ADB does very well in his prequel pieces The First Heretic and Betrayer, the latter of which is one time where ADB portrays the World Eater’s fury and the Ultramarine’s discipline well, fairly portraying both sides to their strengths while also giving Angron some of the best characterization in the whole series. Speaking of the Ultramarines, while I’m not always the biggest fan of Guilliman, Abnett does very well with Know No Fear and did an intelligent thing in the “Mark” system to firmly establish a chronology of the battle. Fear to Tread gives Sanguinius a chance to shine, and The Outcast Dead is a surprising tearjerker. While The Unremembered Empire has a lot of plotholes HERESY (having Vulkan win against Curze’s torture and keep his sanity only to go mad afterward undercuts his victory in Vulkan Lives), I understand and sympathize with Abnett’s intent. He had a lot of plot threads to converge which makes it difficult to craft a story, and I appreciate Unremembered Empire because it actually went out of its way to show the Legions working together and showcasing the honor and brotherhood that we saw with characters like Saul Tarvitz and Nathaniel Garro have for each other on a larger scale; small things that show the humanity even of these transhuman supersoldiers. Imperium Secundus I also respect for Abnett trying something different, showcasing Guilliman’s flaws in a very real way, even though it creates a serious continuity snarl that we have yet to take care of: how did Sanguinius make it to Terra if he and Guilliman were in the same place, and how do the Lion and Russ make it to Terra before Guilliman but after Sanguinius. I accept that it might be explained in another book, though I hope we do not get another heroic sacrifice like in The Path of Heaven, not because I don’t like heroic sacrifices, but Yesgeui’s sacrifice was awesome, sad, and awesomely sad that I don’t want a lazy rehash for the Blood Angels. And of course, because I’m a sucker for Rogal Dorn, Praetorian of Dorn is a great read.

Anyway, those are my recommendations for Horus Heresy books.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King