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"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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Adora meeting the Emperor of Mankind(aka her "father")

Adora stood steadfast upon the grassy hill. To her back, the fighting force of Brightmoon's elite gaurd stood ready. To her side stood her friends the Princesses of Etheria along with master archer Bow and swashbuckler extraordinaire Seahawk. Upon her arm was her beloved, the feirce and formidable Catra.

They all studied what hung in the Etherian sky before them. It was what caused the call to action, what brought the entirety of the plantes' defences to this spot. A fleet of well equipped battle starships.

They hovered in Etheria's outer atmosphere. They had appeared two days ago. At first, they were specks on the horizon, but as they drew nearer, the Alliance of Princesses grew concerned. Entrapta and Hordak had engineered an "orbital scanner" to make out what Etheria was dealing with.

When they finally got a scan, a war council was called at once. Glimmer decided to ready her kingdom's forces and urged a preemptive strike. Adora quelled this idea at first but did ultimately decide to amass the armies. But they would only retaliate, not strike first. There was no way of knowing the newcomers' intentions. They could be friendly.

Adora thought back on her optimistic perspective. The imposing nature of these starships didn't exactly breed comfort for her.

She looked back on her troops, all awaiting her command. She then looked to her friends, who she towered over. It had been some time since the defeat of Horde Prime and the restoration of peace on Etheria.

In that time, Adora had begun to grow, and she grew taller, stronger. She found her form slowly evolving into a perfect mix of her shera form and her more casual Adora form.

Catra only came up to her waist, if that. Adora had begun to curse her matured size, but ultimately, right now, in the face of a probable invasion, she was thankful for it.

Adora's attention snapped back as bow called out a smaller ship desending from the sky.

It was an ornate ship, well crafted, and Entrapta swooned as it approached. It landed ceremonially a fair distance from adora and the front line. Glimmer gave the order to ready an attack. Adora held up her hand, belaying the order.

"Not Yet." She scolded her friend. " Let's see who or what we're dealing with first."

Glimmer pouted but complied, resending her order. Her eagerness to end a conflict fast and without considering the repercussions had burned her before.

A ramp descended from the ship. Out of the bowels of this magnificent beast marched two parallel lines of golden armoured soldiers, each one twice the height of any Etheiran. There were twelve warriors in total, each equipped with an oddly shaped spear.

Then He exited the ship.

A mountain of a man, dressed head to toe in the finest most meticulously detailed armour anyone had ever seen. Only his head was bare of any armour. His raven hair flowed like a dark river in the cool breeze. His face was structured like a statue. Every detail looked unreal. His eyes at first glowed with golden light but then softened as he approached.

Brilliant sapphire eyes met Adora's own. They looked familiar.

"Who are you? And what do you want?" Adora spoke plainly. She would not be disarmed by this stranger's show of strength.

The stranger did not speak for several minutes. He took in his surroundings, his assessed his potential advisories, and he gazed upon his...

"I am The Emperor of Mankind. And I am here to reunite with one I lost long ago."

He stared at Adora for an uncomfortably long moment.

"And who exactly are you looking for?" Glimmer broke the silence.

The Emperor, not even glancing at the small queen, answered. "I have travelled across the stars seeking that which was stolen from me. My daughter."

A quiet air conquered the space. It was interpreted by Adora

"Whatwasthatnow?"

The Emperor smirked. "I have come for you. My daughter. To reunite and bring you with me on my grand crusade to reunite all of our people. To save ourselves and create a new dawn for galaxy. One of peace and hope. Not unlike what you have accomplished here." He spread out his hands gesturing to the world around them.

All of Etheria stood confused. This was not what any of them were expecting. Adora was speechless. Her mind tumbled and turned at the revelation before her.

"Father?" Adora breathed to herself. "No." She said bluntly. Much to the Emperor's and everyone elses surprise.

The Emperor did not miss a beat. "I know how uncertain you must feel, but come let me show you." He extended a hand and approached Adora.

But before he got more than a few steps closer, Catra put herself between her dear wife and this giant golden lunatic. She snarled and hissed, drawing her claws, tensing her muscles for a leap.

At the sudden threat, the golden solders all levelled their spears at Catra. In turn, the soldiers of bright moon readied their glaves, the Princesses each summoned up their elemental powers. It would be a massacre.

But then the Emperor held aloft his hand and halted the shedding of unnecessary blood. His custodians returned to a calmer state and lowered their weapons. He did this all while keeping his true attention on Adora.

"I will not fight you, daughter. That is not why I came."

Adora mirrored his motion to calm her friends.

The Emperor then shifted his gaze down to the felinid warrior who enterposed herself between the two of them.

"I came to broker peace and, in all honesty, to ask for your aid." his un blinking eyes never left catra despite still only addressing Adora. "I seek no ill will."

Adora's hand gently rested on Catra's shoulder, causing her to break her staring contest with the golden god. She looked up to her wife. No words were exchanged as Adora's hand raised to cup Catra's cheek. Catra reluctantly nodded, and Adora returned the gesture certain.

Catra stepped aside, but her cold killing gaze never left the exposed head of the Emperor.

Adora stepped forward. "Let's say I believe you. Let's say you really are my father. That doesn't mean I should trust you. Not yet, at least. You gave me up. You weren't there when i needed you. And now that I've found my own way. Made my own family. You come and ask something of me?"

Adora's expression hardened, "If you really are my father, why now? And more importantly, why the Battlion? You say you came looking for me to broker peace. But you come with soldiers and tanks? Not exactly the reunion a daughter would hope for."

The Emperor chose his next words carefully. "My daughter. Adora. These guns, these weapons, they are not meant for you or your people." He gestured to the armada, "The road to find you was treacherous. Among the stars, there are very few safe havens and many enemies."

"These weapons, like your own," he gestured to Adora's allies, "are for protection and justice. To free the oppressed and safeguard the weak. No more blood need be spilt than is nessasary."

Adoras' face slackened a bit, but the Emperor knew he had to show her first hand his vision.

He offered his hand once more, "Let me show you, please." His face was pleading.

Adora looked back a final time at her friends, each of them showing their disapproval and fear for her safety. She looked now to Catra, who stood ready should anything unexpected happen. Adora could practically see Catra daring the Emperor to give her an excuse.

Adora's eyes returned to the large outstretched palm, then to his blue eyes that she matched the ones she saw every morning in the mirror.

She took his hand like she was tearing off a bandage.

The visions came fast. Adora saw worlds in chains and the innocent slaughtered. She saw worlds on the brink of collapse, but then she was shown these same worlds transformed. Green pastures littered with cattle. Rebuilt thriving cities. Smiling children and hopeful parents.

The Emperor knew what to show Adora. He had specifically chosen the worlds that openly surrendered without much of a fuss. Worlds where diplomacy outweighed the wars that would have waged.

He had elected worlds brought to compliance by Sanguinius, Horus, Fulgrim, and Guilliman. He avoided the pitiful shrine worlds of Lorgar or the fear infested steets that Curze would leave in his wake. He also made desperately sure Adora never knew of the worlds drowned by Angron in their own blood.

He showed Adora the efficient system of Ultramar, the peace of Prospero, and finally, the jewel of the Imperium, Great Terra.

Then he showed her... the incident. Adora received flashes of the desert woman screaming, acting eradic. Adora couldn't hear anything, so she watched as the woman ranted and yelled. Eventually, there was a flash of light, and all the children and the woman were gone.

Then he showed her curated peaces of his own memory.

Adora saw herself and her brothers in test tubes. She watched the embrieos grow. She watched as they were all born. Swaddled by a woman wrapped in traditional dessert fashion.

The lab was in shambles, and scorchmarks stained the once muted chrome. It wasn't his fault. She betrayed him. She gave up Adora and her brothers. But he would find them and reunite his family."

Adora let go of her father's hand with a gasp. Tears followed down her face. She looked back up to the Emperor.

"You see now, Adora? I mean you no harm. I'm sorry I could not be there to hold you up. I'm sorry it took so long to find you. But I do want you to know how proud I am of you. You have succeeded where lessers would have failed." He made a grand sweep gesture.

"You brought peace to this world. You healed it. You did what was necessary but never compromised the people you held closest. You chose to save them, and that is all I can ask of you."

Adora now looked to the Emperor with admiration. But she still had a few queries she needed answered. "I have brothers? What are they like? Who was that woman? Why did she do that? Why did you both make us?" She began to cry

Catra was at her side in a moment. "Hey, Adora. It's okay. Im here, breath." Bow and Glimmer were not far behind. Eventually, her whole entourage was with her.

The Emperor to his credit was far more intrigued by his daughters compaions than he initially been. They genuinely cared for her, and she held her position of power out of love and loyalty.

Adora wiped her eyes and steadied herself. She then took on her serious tone and spoke in no uncertain terms.

"I want answers to who that woman was, why she did it, who my brothers are, you get the idea. You will leave Etheria untouched and their government in order. Finally, my friends are coming with me. This is non-negotiable," Cheers and shouts of agreement come from the princesses and others. "We do everything together, and even if I tried to leave without them. Let's just say I wouldn't be able to.

"If I go with you, if I join in your crusade. If I go and help all these people who are hurting. I want three things in return."

The Emperor nodded. 'Finally,' he thought, 'the negotiations.'

The Emperor stayed silent for a long time, considering the wants of his daughter. He looked across at the mutated inhabitants of Etheria. Of the very warp Infested environment they stood in. But he did let Lorgar keep Monarchia.

"Your requests are reasonable. Each shall be granted so long as you forswear your loyalty to me and the crusade. That you will do what is necessary to save the worlds that need you. To bring peace, prosperity, and unity to this galaxy."

"Then I guess I foreswear it."

"Very well. I shall return with your legion in a fortnight," he looked to Adora then to her companions, "Ensure you are all ready by then."

He marched back to his ship, and Adora called one final question to him. "What do you mean 'my legion'?"

The Emperor stopped at the end of the ramp. He look over his shoulder, "I made each of my children a legion to aid them in this crusade. Made from your own genetic code. They are as much sons to you as you are a daughter to me.

Without another word, he casually ascended the ramp fallowed by his golden warriors. Adora and the others were left speechless and confused once more as the ship returned to the heavens.

( First, thank you for reading all the way to the end!!!!

I am super open to criticism, I know I'm not the strongest writer, and I hope I captured enough of each of the characters' personalities. Please let me know hat you think. In either a reblog or comments!!!

I wanted to age up the SPOP crew just a little and progress their individual lives some. Also, yes, I did take some liberties with Adora/She-ra's form .

Finally, I apologise if you feel I misrepresented either property, I love them both so much, but it has been a little bit since I've sat down and watched shera in its entirety. I prob am gonna do that soon, but who knows. Depression a bitch.)

Here is what I think Adora's relationships with each of her brother Primarchs is like...

Horus - so starting strong, I would think Adora would get along really well with Horus. Unfortunately, I believe that is more a testament to Horus' many masks skill. He would know adora values friends and assessing a situation from every angle of a situation while getting advice and others' opinions. I feel Horus would treat her very similar to how he treats Sanguinius or, more likely, Dorn. When it comes to the heresy, I see Horus going to her and promising her that if he wins, his Imperium will become far more tolerant to peaceful xeno races and reinstate the use of psykers, Adora won't buy it. She's heard these ultimatums before.

Sanguinius- I imagine Adora would be decently close to Sanguinius, but definitely not the closest. They are both decently kind, but I feel besides some tiffs and playful banter/jokes, they really aren't that close

Konrad- Adora despises him with all her heart. Ever since they met, adora wanted nothing more to put him down like a rabid dog. Adora fought for someone like Konrad she knew his evil, and she and her sons would not even dare crusade in the same systems as their maniac cousins and the Night haunter

Lion el Johnson- Adora would probably have a similar relationship to him as leman does. Definitely won't say anything against him but won't seek to spend unnecessary time with him.

Guilliman- Adora would like Guilliman, though she would find him boring. She can't argue with his results and definitely wouldn't mind being in the same room or fighting alongside him. Honestly, I can see Guilliman getting annoyed with Adora after a while.

Leman- I totally see them being very close! Honestly, they he might be her favourite brother, at first anyway. They have very similar demeanour, they both prefer to fight to settle an argument, and they both enjoy cracking jokes as much as cracking skulls. I also feel they would be the ones to spar the most, though not with swords. I see them taking quick jabs and headlocking each other. Though, after Prospero burned, Adora would feel truly betrayed for she loved Magnus as well. She could never look at leman the same way again. She won't turn to Horus' side, but now she keeps leman at arm's length.

Mortarion- Another she would hate. Not as much as Konrad, but still. Morty is too bitter, and his unter vitriol towards psykers goes completely against Adora's close ties to magic, and the sorcerers of Etheria would put her in uter opposition to anti-psyker rhetoric.

Magnus- Magnus would definitely be one of the brothers she sees the most. But not due to their closeness. Magnus would be most fascinated with Etheira's understandings of the warp and would most likely have long deep conversations with head sorceress Castaspella (Yes, that is her name live with it) and Queen Glimmer. Adora would side wholeheartedly with Magnus during the council of Nikea. She would rage against her Father's blatant hypocrisy. And she would try to comfort Magnus in the aftermath.

Lorgar- Adora may be put off by Lorgar's fanaticism, but she wouldn't outright hate him. Just be kinda uneasy around him. She would feel pity for what happened on Monarchia but not truly grasp it. She would be more upset at her father than she would weep for Lorgar

The Twins - I honestly think these two just don't interact much. Adora is a very straightforward and most times brash. Alpharius/Omegon just wages war and behaves so diametrically opposed to how Adora and her crew do those things. Honestly, their nature might remind Adora of Double Trouble and the manipulations of Shadow Weaver.

Corvus- Another I think they would get along fine, but I feel Corvus would deem Adora a little too optimistic. (To be fair, I don't know enough about Corvus to make a statement on this, sorry 🥺)

Dorn- utter ambivalence. She literally has no real opinion on Dorn. Besides, he is good at what he does, and his dry sarcasm goes right over her head.

Perturabo- She would start by seeing Purty as a victim of their father's plan. they wouldn't really interact much, I think. Adora is not a crafter. She's a fighter, a leader, a symbol of unity. She is quite good at making battle plans, but she isn't really a super tactical genius or anything. Eventually, she'd see perty as the spiteful man-child who she just pities.

Angron- She fears him. Maybe if they had met before the nails, it would be a different story. But I could also see an interesting dynamic instead. Adora's powers encompasses the ability to not only heal but restore. She restored life to the Fright Zone and purged Horde Primes' concensus. She brought Catra back to life. So, while I don't think she could heal Angron but I bet she could sooth his pain. Give him relief. It might then cause a very toxic codependency, but I'm okay with that. Cause tragic grimdark.

Vulkan- Another of her favourite brothers, his kindness, and humanity would truly link them. Joking with one another and enjoying life! Their love of their sons. Truly, I think they will get along with each other swimmingly.

Fulgrim- Fulgrim is too fancy for Adora. Adora is not a formal or dressy person. She doesn't really get art. She does value combat and fighting, but she was taught to fight dirty. She isn't one for fancy words. Honestly, Fulgrim's search for perfection and flowery words would remind Adora too much of Horde Prime, in my opinion. I feel a perfect example of this is the Princess Prom episode.

Ferrus Manus- eh, I think this relationship is the same as dorn. They don't really have a lot in common from how I see it.

Jagathai- I feel they would get along decently, but same as Corus, I don't know enough about the Khan to really even make an educated guess.

I'm open to any opinions or your takes! I wanna see if people agree or, at the very least, have their own perspectives!!!

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It was such an honour to have my first ever art trade be with you and draw your Khorneate Magnus!

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I feel like not enough of the primarchs really have memorable mothers

Like I can only really think of, Guilliman's mom, Leman's Wolf Mom, and kinda Putrabo's sister(not a mom but still very prominent/memorable woman related to a primarch)

Like I get it, give them Daddy issues before they meet Emps, and then they get to have real daddy issues, but still.

I feel that's such a missed opportunity

Like give Angron a warrior mom who survived years in the pit because she had to be strong, but something in Angron unlocks a violent maternal instinct she thought she would never feel. It's not the usual "motherly instincts" but more like a lioness'

Or give Logar a priestess/holy mother nun, someone to foster his love for the religion, encourage his blind worship and devotion. And thinking him a gift from the gods.

Like, I'm not saying replace every dad with a mom, but I feel like an even distribution would give more narrative creativity!

That's also how I ultimately feel about making some Primarchs into Fem Primarchs. I feel they should have had, let's say, half the cannon primarchs be their fem variants. I feel that for some, it would have fit their storylines better.

Like ngl, Morty is my favourite, but hot take...

I feel his story would hit so much better if he was fem.

Cause one thing I picked up on is not a lot of 30k/40k fans like mortarion, or they just find him boring. (Im saying most people i have encountered and also pretty much every 40k youtuber I've seen), but i feel if he was Mortica, something might click.

It would hit different cause now u have a girl being used and abused by her toxic father, and then her vengeance is stolen from her by a man she doesn't even know. She is constantly trying to become more resilient, turning her resentment into bile.

It changes the meta-context and the readers perspective. Sure, 40k is so far in the future that gender and sex don't matter, but us as outside observers would then think and discuss Mortarion/Morticia's position with the very raw reality of how a majority of women/fem people are victimised irl.

And when they overcome it, they're hurt, they're changed and far less willing to be corjal with people. They have every right to be mad, to be hurt, but society sees them as jaded, as "a cold hearted bitch" and "just broken"

And it's this meta text being super imposed from real life experiences and knowledge that makes Morty more relatable.

Especially to a fem audience. She would then feel like the definition of female rage; quiet, intense, lured hate, all hidden behind a mask. Despite most knowing what she has gone through, they still feel uncomfortable being around her. Thinking she could be nicer, she should be sweeter and bounce back like she was designed to do.

But she can't. She's been tortured, her only vengeance taken from her. All by men, all by psykers. She loathes them all. She's traumatised and has built emotional walls so tight, not even Putrabo(who I also feel would be fem) could crack them.

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Just for fun I wanted to see what would Traitor Primarchs be like if their Chaos Gods were swapped

So…. Nurglite Fulgrim anyone? Slaaneshi Morty?

I’m also working on Tzeench Angy and Khorn Magnus

I just think it would be funny seein them fall not to the Chaos God who “fits” them, but something so contradictory to their very nature that it could actually balance all the ways in which they are damaged… or at least, that’s what they would think.

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Fulgrim by HEIZ

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!

Mortarion scoffing when you first offer only for him to grab you and hold u up to his rank pussy.

The boy stank is so bad ur eyes water, and he says he won't let you go till u get him off. Dosent sound awful until your jaw is sore, your eyes are burnt, and he says he's not even close.

You think you lost your sense of smell, and so you started to think this was manageable until

*Ppppffffftttttt, Bbbbbbbraaaap*

A new toxic smell completely overtakes you, and Morty shoves you even deeper with his tummy gurgling...

Everyone talks about how the Primarchs would eat pussy (myself included,) but how would you eat Primarch pussy?

Fulgrim fucks your face, holding you in place while you eat him out, moaning about how good you are, how sweet you are, and how hard he's going to peg you later.

You insist on Sanguinius sitting on your face on the pretense that you don't want his wings to be uncomfortable. His strong thighs shudder on either side of your face as you eat him out, struggling not to put his full weight on your face.

For you 40k fans, you offer Roboute Guilliman some stress relief from running the Empire. After a full-body massage so he's relaxed and loose, you get under him and eat his pussy until your jaw is sore and he's sobbing with gratitude.

maybe it's the furry in me but I love the comedy of Primachs having mild animal instincts bc Big E was a lil to creative with DNA in the gene lab

Leman and the Lion carrying their Astartes by the scruff of the neck and moving them around in the middle of the night because they heard a noise and got frightened

Sanguinius going broody and sitting on top of Blood Angels, sleeping in a nest lined with his own plucked down feathers

Corax stealing particularly shiny items and generally being a nuisance around the palace bc there is so much fucking gold

Vulkan temperature regulating by lying in volcanic craters