Just Wanted To Draw Two Old Lesbians Perving On A Hot Day.

This story was written by the super talented and amazing @utterimmolation

"A Chance at Redemption."

The first thing Horus noticed was the quiet.

The Warp whispered, barked, *screamed* to him constantly these days. It was harder to hear himself anymore. The Gods told him secrets and truths, but his own thoughts became quieter and heavier. He was so much more nowadays, but there was a tiny gasp buried deep within that dared to murmur that he had only diminished.

He's gotten used to pushing that doubt away. The Gods assure him of the righteousness of his path, his legacy, his drive to see the False Emperor dashed from his ostentatious chair.

But here, on one of Etheria's twelve moons, standing across from his lone sister, his head is shockingly, disconcertingly ~~mercifully ~~, *quiet*.

The siblings study each other in silence for several moments. This is one of the least developed moons of the dozen, which is no doubt why Adora had chosen it. He briefly wonders if she had rigged it to blow or perhaps intends to repay him and his Sons in kind for Istvaan but dropping nuclear armaments from orbit but dismisses the idea. Adora can be surprisingly ruthless, but she would not dare risk damage to the moons and especially not Etheria and its people.

It is a character trait that makes her predictable but dangerous, much like Vulkan: their love of mortals makes them easy to maneuver, but strikes against them must be fast, hard and final, lest they rise again with greater and overwelming fury and unfortunately, that last part has proven remarkably difficult to overcome.

"You know why I am here," he finally breaks the silence.

Adora's mouth twists. "I do," she acknowledges.

"And?"

Adora takes a half step forward, her honor guard shadowing her every twitch, like children hiding behind their mother's skirts, unwilling to let her be parted from them. He hears Abaddon scoff quietly, his First Captain disgusted at the weakness he perceives.

Horus sees what it truly is. Love, beyond reason or doubt, beyond sense. The Sons of She-Ra love her, with such intensity that to lose her risks triggering a fury to rival that of Angron himself. Of course, perhaps that is not so surprising. The Slave of Nuceria hated so much only because he had once loved so fiercely and completely that its loss had stripped him of all humanity and rendered him little more than a beast.

"You come to me with a proposition. Let me give one instead: turn away from your Rebellion. Disavow the Chaos Gods. Disavow the Emperor. Disavow the butchers and sadists and monsters you've aligned yourself with. And stay here."

Horus blinks, surprised beside himself. An appeal to him hadn't been unexpected. An opportunity to be granted asylum had. "You would welcome me to Etheria?"

"You would have to pay penance. To even *begin* to pay for the crimes you've committed, the atrocities you've done... would take millenia. But you would be free and protected from both the Warp and the Emperor. I would stand with you. You could find redemption. Could help me build a universe of connectivity, communication...love. You could find peace." The Princess of Power slowly extended her hand. "You need only ask."

The voice that has been silenced and stifled for so long under the burning Gaze of Chaos is screaming at him now, louder than it's ever been. He is abruptly aware, for the first time in weeks, how grimy and heavy his armor feels, how hungry and thirsty and tired he feels. He...he cannot remember the last time he ate. Slept.

He looks past his sister, up at the distant glow of Etheria, and remembers the peace of the world. The smiles of children. The brotherhood of Space Marines, learning, training...living. He remembers being...happy.

He looks at his sister's hand, and his soul screams at him to take it.

He swings Worldbreaker instead.

It meets her golden shield in an explosion of rainbow Warp energy, and both Primarchs are pushed back several feet. Their respective sons stumble, and many fall.

Horus looks at her and sees only sadness and pity, and he feels a hate to rival that which he feels for his very Father.

Abaddon must give the order, as the Word Bearer ships and that of Etheria's fleet begin to fire at each other. Adora has her sword now and she's coming towards him but he ~~doesn't want to fight her~~ can't waste time now, not when the Emperor's gaze searches for him and Ultramar's fleets grow closer to reinforcing Terra.

He presses the teleporter on his belt and slams back into his quarters on the *Vengeful Spirit* only to fall to his knees as the protective aura of Etheria's territory disappears and the God's Gazes return to him with renewed focus and force. They see his doubts, his fears and they sooth him even as they shred at him for his impudence.

He does not know how long he kneels in his quarters, body, mind and soul wracked by agony. He only knows his fury is incandescent when a Son arrives to inform him the World Bearer fleet has been defeated and they are in-route to Mars. He dashes the Marine and two dozen serfs against the walls before the rages abates itself even slightly, and as he makes his way ti the bridge he promises himself this:

When the Emperor lies dead at his feet, he will return, with all of his forces, and lay waste to Etheria, until its seas run red, it's sky turns black and Adora's wife is nothing more than a new carpet before his bed.

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Sorry, I'm reblogling cuz I feel nobody saw this 😭

Some shitty sketches of Bovine Juno reunited with her ex lover/sister Atlantia Lioness of Khorne

Happy Valentines Day! I'm just gonna go buy some more minis and finish my fnaf marines, hopefully.

Grimdank memes are always more miss than hit for me, they act like they're the nlog of warhammer fans but they are so not that it's funny to see their "hot takes" 😆

And as for those selections, they half assed it hardcore, lol.

Like, where my fave stinky boy at?

Lmao

Primarch simps of Tumblr, what is your verdict? (No hate to OP, just poking fun)

I DID MORE!

Well, a little. I also want to draw her reuniting with her ex-lover/sister, Atlantia!!!

Okay had a pretty shitty day so I decided to focus on making Bovine Juno.

Guilliman was one I was really worried about for this series only because I had no idea which animal to link with her

After I saw the reblog from @moociaoafterdark That introduced me to the link/meme of Ultramarines and Cows. And then I imagined her being one of the few primarchs not to go completely feral after her transformation.

She still has most of her mind in tack and has the same attitude as regular 40k Juno/Robuté, she's just more cowlike outwardly.

And how funny would it be that this transformation happens while/after her fulgrim induced coma.

This leads everyone to expect a completely human-like Juno, (entire murals and renditions and myths) only for her to show up like this!

Age and beauty are not opposites.

Alejandra Bogue por Joel-Peter Witkin

Horus before the Heresy:

It was too hard to pick so Mizrak went for double: sleeping with a male vampire 🤷‍♀️

Can I really call myself a toxic yuri shipper if I dont ship Ochako and Toga?

Im starting to doubt the comic so I’m posting it before changing my mind

THIS!!! THIS IS WHAT I CAME FOR!!!!

A fair argument, a good supporting evidence, and a perspective I had not thought of prior!

And also sorry I can't spell!!!! Like at all!! Sorry

This is to go with my other post where I gave my shpeal on why Morty works so much better as a woman.

I didn't wanna add this to it/reblog it with this because that post was too long already, and the other post was more about how there should be more primarch moms.(adopted mothers of the scattered primarchs)

And this one is:

Which Primarchs work better as women/femme:

Putrabo

Konrad Curze

Mortarion

Jagathai Khan

Magnus

Leman Russ

Okay, now explanations (warning this is gonna be looonggg)

Also, this is just my opinion. Please feel free to change and argue why!!! I love in-depth literary analysis and debate!

So, fist off after that, yes, I feel a majority of the traitors would make more sense as women, specifically their storylines, seem to work well with women leads. And would offer a more nuanced reading. (Also, this would totally piss off those fucking anti-woke chuds)

- Perturabo(Petra)- I could have also made dorn fem but I like the extra dichotomy their relationship is given as a brother sister dynamic. Both are different sides of the same coin. Even more so.

She would also be underestimated and compared to her shining golden brother. Her hate is that of women just as qualified for a job getting skipped over for an equally qualified man. (Yes, I know Putrabo's made to know how to tear things down where Dorn is made to fortify. But again, it's allegorical, that extra layer)

-Konrad (Kassandra)- she'd be such a Bipolar queen. Okay, done... nah, I got a little more.

So I feel not much is different until u reach that adult phase, more so than the others. Her madness and lunacy are painted much worse, but she's still on business. She despises her father(Emps) but does as she says. She's the freaky screwed up daughter (very Jinx-like) where Sanguinia is the perfect daddy's girl, and it makes Kass sick.

Mortarion(Morticia)- please see previous post

Jagathai Kahn(Khutulun) - okay, little out of left field, and truthfully, I don't know enough about the cannon warhawk to justify saying that a fem Warhawk is "better" but I wanted at least one othe loyalist fem primarch. Also, this lets me keep the yuricest between her and Magnolia (Magnus)

Magnus (Magnolia)- speaking of the red cyclops, I think having the biggest primarch be fem is just phenomenal, also it adds a woman confidently attempting to uptain more understanding of the universe as a whole, being very scientific in her approach only to be called sorceress/witch in the persuit of knowledge. And in the end, only to be driven mad trying to get even the smallest bit of control.

(Also, as mentioned above, a huge bonus of it keeps my Khan x Magnus ship gay and better, yuri)

-Leman Russ(Freya) OK, so I feel Feya works better than her male counterpart only because it would be almost poetic. Having her raised by a mother wolf and so she takes that role over for her sons(legion).

Again, these are just my opinions, so if u disagree, that's totally fine! 😊 I love sparking discussions and seeing where other people's heads are at.

And sorry if this isn't really coherent. I'm kinda writing this sleep deprived and starving. 😅

Imma make ramen now 😆 🤣

A little character art for Returning to our Roots.

Debbie (the bunny girl) is the MC of the story, and the girl on her shoulder is Slackjaw, the most dangerous merc to ever live in New Bright City. And Debbie's girlfriend.

I imagine this selfie is from one of their first dates.