blessed and cursed sanguinius?
Blessed: Sanguinius would always endeavour to be friendly and inclusive to regular humans, and went to significant trouble to learn human slang and cultural customs. Some of these he liked so much that he carried them over to his legion and even introduced a few to his brothers. Leman Russ was confused but delighted to learn how to do a proper fist bump, and Horus was known for giving Sanguinius the galaxy’s most gentle high-fives because the notion of being asked to slap Sanguinius horrified him to no end. Members of the Blood Angels would shyly request post-mission fist bumps from their father, who always acquiesced with a warm smile and informal enthusiasm.Cursed: The Emperor was forced to paint large, reflective stripes across many of the main windows in the Imperial Palace due to the fact that Sanguinius was highly prone to flying straight into them after they’d been freshly cleaned, whereupon he would slide down them, making a loud, drawn-out, shrill sound that can be replicated by dragging a damp cloth down a glass surface.
YOU.
I didn't get to tell you this while I still lived, so I'm going to tell you now. I'm proud of you.
Father might not be, but I am. Please don't let the horrors of history haunt you.
All the treasures on Baal could not match up to the worth of your spirit. You are loved dearly, brother. Don't forget that.
Brother..?
Where are you brother?
Can you come back?
Will you come back?
I come again with a Primarch headcanon that is based on literally nothing:
Primarchs, ALL Primarchs, are terrified of liminal spaces. I'm talking about getting reduced to a full blown panic attack, absolutely hysterical. They hate it, because they know it's because of the place they found themselves in, but they just... can't put their finger on WHY it makes them so fucking scared. And they HATE it. And they're SCARED. And Roboute wants his mommy back.
And before you ask, yes, that includes the Daemon Primarchs. Incomprehensible eldritch locations, that are literally just hell? Home sweet home! Backrooms? GET THEM OUT OF HERE. ANGRON IS CLAWING AT THE WALLS AND CRYING LIKE A CAT. FULGRIM NEEDS A BREATHING BAG. LORGAR REGAINED FAITH IN THE EMPEROR. KONRAD BEGAN A SURVIVOR LOG. MAGNUS IS CORRECTING KONRAD'S SPELLING MISTAKES ON TOP OF FREAKING OUT.
Mind you, Space Marines are unaffected. Average Imperium citizens also don't really care. Custodes also dgaf. The Emperor owns the dashcon ball pit. Yes, 'the'. It's the real one.
Someone has to keep an eye on Sanguinius because he's effectively a scared bird at this point having plucked some of his feathers in stress. That's not the bad part. The bad part is that he keeps lunging and biting people. Currently has bitten everyone at least once but keeps attacking Fulgrim (he's been bitten seven times snake meat is tasty). Also he's eaten at least one backroom creature and violently threw up which told everyone what they needed to know about them-
Mortarion is wondering if maybe he should have accepted the Grandfather's gift properly while Nurgle is...severely concerned as to how Morty got there-
Horus is there, and is not sure what is more panic inducing, Sanguinius or the actual back rooms. Both are pretty bad. (Horus has also been bitten several times, birb is very mad)
Leman is looking pathetic and keeps whimpering like a scared wolf pup. Lion, on the other hand, is hissing at everything and everyone like a kitten-
The only one who seems and looks fine is Rogal Dorn. Dorn is not fine. Dorn is trying not to scream. Dorn wants to go home. Dorn has fortified a room and has become terrified of the dark due to the Smilers.
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Sergeant Marneo was well built, even for a Primaris Marine. The Blood Angel was already a tall boy before the surgeries, and he emerged from them even taller. His brother Hadrian had joked with him that the apothecaries had switched Sanguinius’s gene seed for Vulkan’s during his surgeries. He was less than receptive to these jests. As Hadrian placed his hand on the console to open the door, he remembered those joking moments fondly.
Whatever jokes Hadrian may have made before, they were quickly put to bed by the sight that lay before him. His former Sergeant was chained to a wall at the far end of the room. Needles and tubes filled with various fluids and pharmaceuticals probed his skin in numerous places along his chest, upper arms, and thighs. Marneo appeared to be in a state of delirium, but the burning black eyes that stared at Hadrian betrayed that conception. What stared at Hadrian were not the eyes of some washed out drunkard, or half asleep vagrant, but the eyes of a killer overcome by rage.
As the door closed behind him, Hadrian slowly removed his helmet, and mag locked it to his side. The sound of the armor clicking into place caused Marneo to stir. His head rolled upwards, and his eyes narrowed at Hadrian. He said but one word, filled with malice and hatred. “Brother.”
If I ever share anything that was AI generated it is purely by accident. I hate that it's getting harder and harder to tell and it makes me want to never use the internet again. It definitely had its faults, but man I miss the internet of the 2000s so much.
older lotr illustrations sometimes depict éowyn wearing ridiculously small armour. apart from the problem general sexualisation of the only female character (who really does anything), there’s another hilarious thought:
éowyn pretended to be dernhelm, a man. to fit in, she must have worn men’s armor. so the armor in the illustrations is normal for rohirrim.
therefore, all the rohirrim rode to war just like that:
there’s a thundering sound in the distance as the rohirrim ride into war but rather than hoofbeats it’s the collective sound of all their cheeks clapping
the artist for this particular piece is Frank Frazetta and to be fair to him this is how he drew the orcs armor
so the rohirrim comment is probably not that far off
That’s a man who just straight up had a problem with the concept of wearing pants into battle, and I respect that
male or female
hero or villain
sea or land
even in the snow
I guarantee you Frazetta’s Rohirrim were 100% pants-free
Good Old Frank. That man loved bodies and hated clothes so much
Frank Frazetta was the reason He-Man was designed like that; the producers conduct a study to see what art appeal the most to children, and Frank’s work came out on top in popularity. So everyone in He-Man is dressed the way they are directly because of Frazetta.
That man gave us the gift of warrior thighs and tits for everyone.
Ah, it has been too long since I have seen the no pants post on my dash. And yes, this is a rare case where it wasn’t some sexist nonsense but an egalitarian No Pants Agenda.
Frazetta was in love with bodies in general, he had body builder friends and asked them to pose for him. So “No-Pants” in his art is like the baseline. Actually it was very oftne “nothing”.
I never saw this piece with Eowyn but well, I’m not sure I want to see Orc butts. Stil Frazetta offered us that.
Fic idea where Damian and Jason met in the league, and Dami doesn't bother keeping it a secret in Gotham. However, due to a series of misunderstandings, the batfamily all come to believe Damian is talking about a dog.
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how the fam find out Jason's still alive
