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5552 grabbed whatever supply that survived the fall then fled the area. She didn’t question why the Space Marine didn’t follow her, only watched. 5552 arrived to the dock, she covered her nose as she entered the office filled with pungent smoke of some fancy pipe.

“My lord, this is the supply that you requested for.” 5552 said.

“Carry that box to the Departmento Munitorum.” The officer ordered, he didn’t even bother checking.

5552 exited the office with another supply to deliver, meaning she has to stay longer in this bright incessant place. Her mind ran with all manners of panic beneath her indifferent demeanor. She was discovered, and in a time like this she thought she would be able to live peacefully. 5552 set the box of supplies then went to the opposite direction of the Dempartmento Munitorum. She needed to escape, fast. 5552 looked for the nearest exit, before she could enter a heavy metallic footstep followed, reminding her of the Men of Iron. It was the same Space Marine, at least she thought, they all looked and acted the same.

“Shit…” 5552 muttered.

>>73461308
oh, fuck a thousand sons

>>73461308
She's cute

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The hulking giant of iron walked up to her, a single glowing green eye staring down at her. 5552 heard of the Thousand Sons, it was said that they were capable of other wordly powers, basically space wizards in her own terms. There were no words spoken, instead, 5552 felt her arm twist like wet cloth being wrung. 5552 screamed in pain as her bone popped out of her arm. Her cry of pain didn’t echo, but sounded as if she screamed inside a cramped room. It was not long after that her arm healed as if nothing happened.

“What are you?” The cold voice asked. “You appear and act human yet you are not.”

“I- I don’t know what you’re asking about… master astartes. Just let me go please.”

The Space Marine’s hand glowed in ominous purple. 5552 tried to run to the other direction, only to run into an invisible wall. The Space Marine approached closer, glowing brighter than before, he grabbed 5552’s recently healed arm.

“Let go of me I haven’t done anything wrong! PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU!” 5552 begged.

The Space Marine dragged her to an arbites that escorted her to a small cell, smaller than her tiny room that barely fit the bedroll. 5552 looked up to the cracked ceiling, lying on the cold floor to find a silver lining in her situation.

“At least I don’t have to see that stupid gold castle for a while…”

Bumping your dumb story. You're welcome.

>>73466823
don't bump the story and let this stupid shit be dead we got enough stupid shit as it is

What happens next?

>>73461308
Get this thinly veiled quest off tg.

You faggot.

>>73467183
aren't there story threads on tg? this story is shit but it's not a qst

>>73466895
>>73467183
It's people like you why /tg/ is nothing more than recycled memes and generals.

Oh well, enjoy your local lord, how would X fare in 40k and ladyknight threads.

>>73467183
>>73466895
I hope you faggots rot in the joyless insipid hell you seem to want to create for yourself.

>>73467183
I had the same though at first, but whatever OP attempts is not a quest - there's no prompt for player interaction.
It's usual for sure, I mean who in this day and age takes effort to write down multiple paragraphs when the standard is single line of greentext. But it is legit.

>>73467228
>It's usual for sure,
*OUT of usual

>>73467238
you mean unusual?

>>73467183
Bro you just posted the big cringe

>>73467248
sure let's go with that

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(sorry for no art this time.)
She forgot how many times she had die of hunger and thirst, the only sensation that she felt was the creeping sensation of someone, or something watching her. The piece of stale bread and water did little to no sustenance. 5552 reflected on her life, or whatever fragments that was left in her deep void that she called it “memories”. 5552 forgot how many days it had been, she opened her eyes when she heard two distinct footsteps. There was no energy to stand, even to move her eyes. Whatever they spoke of went on to be mumbled.

“Are you certain she’s human?” A voice asked.

“There is no doubt.”Another voice answered.

The quaking footsteps followed after, growing closer and closer. She wasn’t sure if it was the same Space Marine, they all looked and sounded the same. The giant knelt, green cyclops eyes peering her closer. The creeping feeling came again but the sensation focused on her head.

“You have seen the growth of humanity.” The Space Marine said with a hint of astonishment. “Release her.”

“Are you sure Ahriman?”

“Yes, perhaps our Primarch will have a better understanding than us.”

>>73467817
your story is shit quit flooding the board with it

>>73467931
>one thread
>flooding

hey guys, I read some stories and wanted to try my own, sorry if it's shit

>>73468198
It's not shit, especially if you contribute original art to it like you are. This board has just been flooded with faggots for the past 5 or so years.

>>73467219
>Garbage writing is the core of /tg/ culture
Only real issue with /tg/ is the overwhelming number of generals and spamming. Ban low effort posters and generals and the board quality would include.

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>>73468198
don't worry about if its shit or not just give us more i desire to learn of 5552's background

>>73468198
damm and now he's been scared off, I wonder how many writefags have been killed in their infancy by whiny fagots

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>>73469020
Welcome to nu/tg/, now with 40% more whining!

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5552 slowly came to, somehow feeling less tired and much more rejuvenated. There was a musty smell of parchments and ink, like the Administratum. Yet, there was that same creeping feeling but it led to this one giant ball of that sensation. 5552 looked up to follow that said sensation, there was a man in what she could call a throne with piles and piles of books surrounding it. Amongst many Primarchs in the Imperium none could be more obvious as Magnus the Red, given the color of his skin. There was a something that she innately feared, the unsettling instinct of being overwhelmed in sheer power.

“So, you’re the child that Ahriman told me of. Tell me, what are you?”

“I’m a just a human, my lord.” She Answered.

“No human merely stands up from injuries, child, and no human lives on for millenia.”

5552 wanted to scoff at the very words, if not for the fact that despite many years of her life living on Earth she hasn’t matured at all. She would live life to life, usually leaving one country ti another every five years or so. Any wisdom she have would have was a speck of dust compared to them.

“Tell me then.” He leaned, resting his chin on his hand. “Why should I release you?”

>>73468198
It's been so long since I've been given a cool /tg/ story, I'll take literally anything

>>73471064
I hope you will enjoy. Thanks to everyone that's kind to me. I read stories from /tg/ and wanted to contribute a story of my own. I hope you guys can enjoy it.

The questioned surprised 5552. Release her? What would be the point of locking her up? 5552 turned toward the giant double door only to see it shut with an audible thuum. Any windows or opening was too high and too narrow. She was trapped. It wasn’t death she feared, she died more times than she ate. It was the consequence.

“Why would you contain me in the first place?” 5552 asked.

“You are an anomaly. If it wasn’t for you unable to resist my sons of your custody you would’ve been killed immediately.The only reason you are standing unshackled is because I willed it.” The Primarch spoke with an air of superiority. “So, what is your answer, abnormal child?”

5552’s eyebrow twitched in slight annoyance. 5552 thought of a thousand of answers. In her life she never met royalties before. She has seen them but never came face to face and certainly not with psycher powers.

“How do you want me to prove it?”

The crimson Primarch pondered, then answered with a small grin. “Tell me the earliest memory you have.”

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>>73471146
I'm interested in seeing where this story goes, ignore the negative twat featured knob jockeys.

>>73468198
It's nice, ignore the screeching retards.

>>73471146
it's a nice story, keep writefagging.

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>>73467183
>thinly veiled quest

>>73471146
Keep on writing my dude, disregard the nufaggots

>>73471146
Please do continue, yes. You have my interest.

>>73472095
Still better than jumpchain and chyoa

>>73467183
How is this a /qst/?

>>73475253
there is a school of though on /tg/ that all original creative content should be moved to /qst/ leaving just generals, troll threads, whining threads, lore threads, and art threads

>>73475850
That is just sad.

>>73475850
It’s not only them. They’re backed up by insecure tourists that think any OC is the devil

>>73461308
Not bad I guess, but I think the presence of TS Marine (not being a Rubric) on Terra itself seems pretty impossible. Maybe on any other planet it would make more sense.

Also, I think you could use writing threads to post your works like this one. People around here could probably help too.

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Thank you for the kind support everyone


Emotions are an anchor. The most sorrowful day she witnessed was the death of Jesus. She’s seen death, she didn’t remember any but assumed of it. Death by torture was the first. A man who wanted to do nothing but help was unjustly killed. For what reason? Because of faith? Differences? Someone that dies while begging for forgiveness for others even while being tortured. A man of true kindness, a son of God. Ever since Jesus Christ promised to return, she’s been waiting since. She still waited for him. The last hopeful day being his resurrection.

“So you have witnessed the folly of religion as my father have then, if he was truly the son of God he would’ve been saved. It is absurd to worship what is not real.” The Primarch said. “For your sake you better discard such thoughts.”

“Not anymore, but I do not believe religion is root of all problems, it is ambition my lord.” 5552 said. “History has proved it and I have seen it.”

“Do you deny the Imperial Truth?” The Primarch’s voice slightly rose.

“I do not deny it, but it is not the whole truth. I am just a human, but I have walked with history. I am not here as a threat and only wish to live a peaceful life, if you will permit it so.”

Magnus the Red did not react but merely listened. Eventually, 5552 was released with no words of what her future will be.

>>73478355
>A perpetual told the primach about JC himself
I can't wait to read about her, telling Abaddon about Caesar's assassination or anything like that...

>>73472320
I refuse to acknowledge their existence
>>73478355
Ah shit

bump

>>73461308
This is pretty neat.

>>73478355
keep going OP

bump

>>73478979
I'm pretty sure Emps have seen JC too

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>>73471146
I am liking the story keep it up

How many days until Kikebeardia has his mail order bride read this on Youtube?

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>>73482055
Thank you anon.
>>73482392
That would be cool to see it happen and his reaction. I hope that happens. His videos are pretty good.

P.S. Art not related to this post, felt like drawing 5552.

“Can I ask why my lord?” 5552 asked.

The Administratum Master looked up lazily, barely paying any attention to 5552’s surprised face. 5552 looked at her new transference parchment. She would be exclusively working with the Adeptus Astartes. She wasn’t mention on which legion she would be working with but it still didn’t make sense. Only a Prefect of higher would be attain the honor (or the dread) of working with one. It didn’t make sense to her, unless that Primarch had to do something with it. She didn’t remember any serfs working exclusively with the Space Marines.

“No, you may not know because even I don’t know. But I do not question, I follow.” The Prefect said lazily. “Dismissed.”

However, it didn’t matter what she thought. Her room was occupied by another adept, and wasn’t even given the chance to retrieve her personal items. She hoped her pet rock would give solace to the new resident. 5552 looked at the map to her new quarters, now in the upper level of the Palace. She read the transference parchment as she traveled the palace.

“To do whatever menial task is asked of, not attached to specific legions as of yet…” 5552 sighed. “That doesn’t sound good.”

>>73482392
Then he'd go on a rant about how he's hungry for a burger and looking at 5552 makes him want to go to Wendy's. Right after he'll name the video "That time Wendy's mascot got isekai'ed into 40k" or something

OP here, need to do some homework and test. It sucks ass. Updates might be slow today, sorry guys. I'm happy that you guys are enjoying the story!

>>73466895
>>73467183
>>73467931

Drink piss.

>>73482392
>his mail order bride
I like her accent, where is she from?

>>73483419
I thought they were both Irish.

>>73482392
He generally only does threads that turn into train wrecks, are incredibly cringe inducing, or have highly unusual premises.

bump

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I'm back guys

5552 rested on the staircase that seemed to go on and on. The map may seem short but the direction did not explain how far she needed to walk. 5552 leaned her body on the staircase. Her legs and ankles ached. She looked up to see the stairs that she had to climb more, at this rate she would arrive in maybe few hours to days. 5552 groaned as she stood up then began climbing the stairs once more. Whoever made the order her new position was a sadistic man for sure. 5552 trudged along the golden stairs, time stop being time but a stagnant sensation. Eventually, reached the top where it seemed like the land of giants. 5552 felt accomplished, as she climbed the final step of the stairs she failed to see an astartes turning around the corner. As 5552 lost her balance she could only mutter one sentence.

“Not this shit again.”

>>73486344
Sorry for the shit post, had to take care of something and didn’t want the thread to 404

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>>73486344
Yeah your back, I am loving your story!

>>73486503
thanks anon I appreciate it, it usually takes a while since I want to add an art as well. I hope you'll enjoy the rest.

>>73486523
I will man the art is a nice touch.

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>>73486344
Continue to feed us your narrative, also bump

Interesting story so far.

bump

Sorry for short update and no art

Falling down the stairs was a new motif to 5552. She was no longer on the golden stairs but inside a large room on a soft bed, certainly larger than her previous room that is. It was rather simple, set up with the most basic utility items like a small apartment. It was not long until she realized a sticky note on her forehead. She squinted her eyes, the last time she used High Gothic was such long time ago. Being a normal usually meant using Low Gothic. 5552 read the note.

When you are awake, come outside of your room.

5552 stepped outside of her room. Only to see a giant woman clad in gold and bald or so she thought for a moment, she noticed the strange hairstyle that reminded her of a plumage on helmets.

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Yee, bump

Now I'm worried what sexaul harassment & policies related to it are like in the 41st millenium.

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Sorry for the late update, wanted to treat you guys to a good art.
5552 looked up at the silent woman, clad in golden armor that merely look at her. Her head began to hurt, with a feeling of uneasiness that she couldn’t help but be unable to ignore. The woman leaned down then reached out her hand. 5552 stood there confused, then slowly reached her hand out to grasp hers. With hands together and an understanding nod she led the way. The custodians and women of similar appearance merely glanced at 5552 before returning to their duty. The room she was led inside exploded in gaudy gold and other expensive looking furnitures. The woman gestured at the opulent couch. Then she gestured once more before leaving, though 5552 wasn’t sure what that meant this time. It’s been few minutes inside the room that stank of decadence, she tried to open the door but only to discover it to be locked.

She wasn’t sure when but the door eventually opened, an old hooded man entered, carrying an eagle staff.

Actually how old is this perceptual, when it comes to her physical age?

>>73468761
If you want to get rid of low effort posters, then stop posting yourself. If people like you were gone then quality would improve, not "include" as you said.

>>73475850
You mean /tg/ was better when every thread was just a quest thread with at most 5 participants bumping beyond slow threads to not fall of the page?

>>73489929
Yes because said slow threads were fun and created content which could be enjoyed for years to come.

>>73489929
>every thread was a quest thread
Not even the majority of threads were quest threads. I can tell you were never on tg pre-2016.

>>73490048
>Not even the majority of threads were quest threads
Is there a bigger poseur flag? You know you can just check the archives right
>>73490042
Youre delusional beyond belief. Said quest threads were empty of any creativity and lingered for too long taking space

>>73490155
Quests were 8% of the board at their peak
Quit being a faggot

>>73490155
Yes, but the same questfags who hand arround in them also were some of the most creative people on /tg/ writefags, drawfags etc.

Look how little OG content /tg/ produces now. Barely any homebrews, systems, settings, writefaggotries.

You will never get something like the Blood Jaguars or Love and Krieg comming from /tg/ ever again.

/qst/ is a better board than /tg/ right now.

>>73490200
Why lie?
>>73490244
>/qst/ is a better board than /tg/ right now.
then stay there. quest threads added absolutely nothing and infact hampered any discussion by kicked homebrew threads of the pages.
The reasong you think /tg/ has less creative people is because you dont browse /tg/ at all. The natural progression of all boards on 4chan is generals. All the creative write faggotry is contained in said generals now. You saying theres less now is just a fact of either being a newfaggot or not browsing /tg/

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>>73490286
> goes to 40kg
> literally people just shitposting and the pic related shows up
I browse /tg/ though I had a bit of a break after the massive fall in quality in 2018-2019.
/tg/ right now barely has any creativity, worbuilders get mostly ignored unless it's /wbg/ where people just work on their own thing and exchange advice.
Threads for making homebrew chapters/regiments usually end up with 2-3 people slowly exchanging replies and rolls without writing up any roll with the result being so mediocre it's not even worth archiving.
Any attempt to make a settings usually ends with someone being told to go back to /pol/ even if it literally has no relation to /pol/ or people explaining to OP why creativity is bad and attracts redditfags.
You really have to be blind to not see that and generals are cancer. There should be no more than 5-10 generals on /tg/, but it's half the board. Generals are cancer. /vg/ should house the traditional game generals too so they don't shit up /tg/

>>73490388
We should create /tgg/ then...

>>73490516
/tg/ is already a board which goes at a snail's pace. We should limit generals for one per franchise so no 4 D&D generals and 5 40k generals.

Probably reincorporate /qst/ too.

Who would even think that some story, which got so much shit and probably would be ignored in any writing thread, spared a discussion about absolute state of the entire board?

I'm here for rather a short time (started to lurk somewhere in 2017), so I've never seen this board at its peak. Now it's full of baiters, shitposters and other shit like that, and even world building and writing threads aren't free from them. I would really like to see an actual change.

Also, I would like to read the entire story.

>>73491749
I am here since late 2017 too, /tg/ broke at the end of 2018 and never recovered. It's better than it was in 2019 though.

>>73491749
Almost anything will spark meta-discussion. /tg/ loves to bitch about the state of the board

>>73491894
maybe because the board is in a really bad state?

Inb4 the write fag leaves because you faggots are just bickering good job bumping the thread though

>>73491894
>>73491952
Maybe we should move that discussion to other threat to not discourage the writefag from posting another parts of his story?

>>73491749
It wouldn't even be so hard to restore a part of this board's former glory. Despite the obligatory 4chan style shit-flinging, the average intellectual level of discussion is so much higher than most other boards. Anons are more creative than usual by nature, and I think it's a waste to let it rot in generals.

Anyone fondly remembers and would like to revive Nobledark Imperium with me?

As for OP, it is a cute interesting read, thank you. Maybe try to write it down before posting? The occasional typo kinda sticks out. If you're a non-native speaker, you can always just copy phrases from good books substituting nouns. It will help you improve.

>>73491992
Did we give the new writefag a name yet?

>>73492051
I'd call them Hybridfag, as they both Writefag and drawfag.

>>73492051
>>73492087
Shouldn't he take some name by himself, for identity purposes?

>>73489169
>artist name
Quit tripfagging

>>73492016
Was never big on the Nobledark Imperium, but I miss worldbuilding threads in General honestly would do even that.

>>73492276
Looks like nowadays nobody is allowed to create one's own setting, as they receive so much shit for every attempt at it.

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>>73491749
>>73491856
>>73491894
>>73491940
Stop being this new. You can literally open the archive of /tg/ in 2013 go in a random thread and read the exact same posts as now in 2020.
See this pic more than 7 years ago about a tranny bait thread.
0 effort just looked for threads between 2013-1-jan and 2013-2-jan
Only retarded quest threads have been contained on their hidden board

>>73492329
Yeah it's awful. I really want some sort of collaborative setting/system to emerge.

>>73492343
It's not about some shitty threads existing. It's about no good threads existing.

>>73492411
No you're just retarded and dont know where to look. Stop projecting your newfag sight and pretending it was better yesteryear.
/tg/ quality has stayed around the same average since its inception as a 40k containment board

>>73492343
>I found a thread with some /pol/ shitposts in 2013 that means the board is the exact same as 2013

>>73492520
Really? Show me the Love and Krieg and Blood Jaguars of 2020

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>>73492569
>I dont know how archives work so I just strawman
wow man 4 whole posters. I can post these threads endlessly or you'll look for yourself maybe.

>>73492569
>/pol/ shitposts in 2013
yeah I know you joined in 2017 but /b/ was still the kid on the block then so please stfu

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>/tg/ dropped in quality in year X

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and to put the last nail in
>muh /pol/ posters
coffin

>>73478355
>“I do not deny it, but
> but

Huuummmm
Sorry, I call bullshit on this one.
He would have fried her brain at the mere utterance of that.

Let's move the meta-discussion.
>>73493540

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bump for the original story
Keep it up writefag, I root for you!

>>73494915
Faster !

Shit, I think we scared him off...

>>73492016
I will anon, I'm happy that you are enjoying the story.

Thank you for following my story so far. I'm happy that you guys are enjoying it, Sorry for no art.

The hooded man was unlike the tall astartes that she was familiar of. Yet, he carried an aura like none other. His wrinkled face creased as he squinted his eyes at 5552, he rubbed his chin as he inspected her. He reached out his hand to touch her cheeks, turning her head one side to another with a low “hm” as he inspected further. 5552 didn’t bother resisting, she just knew doing so meant a worse fate than currently she was in.

“As humanity crawled out of its cradle you have walked along side with it in the shadows.” The old man said. “You have seen much have you not?”

“I have, my lord. That is why I prefer to remain in the shadows.” 5552 answered.

The old man nodded, eyes scowling but his expression was calm. “You prefer to cower in the dark for self-preservation.”

“I am not a coward. I merely sought solace.” 5552 said.

“No matter what words you layer it, the truth is the same.” The old man said bitterly.

“Is self-preservation a crime? An ill sin that is to be glowered upon and to be ashamed of?” 5552 questioned, her soft eyes hardened. “The only thing humanity is capable of is death and destruction and I wanted no parts of it! So yes, I chose to hide in fear and spite! Does admittance finally satisfy you?”

“No, you are an immortal, you wasted your life in fear. Do you not wish to do more?”

“No. I tried and I won’t try again. Did you come here to tell me what I already know?”

The old man did not reply but simply left the room. 5552 was escorted back to her room, she preferred to call it a jail more than anything. 5552 lied on her bed, closing her eyes the memories flooded back in. Fragments of memories crawled out of their graves in her moment of vulnerability.

The comment was too long sorry anons. (2/2) of
>>73495468

She remembered the Crusade, a war that spilled blood like how the bishops would spill his wine in a drunken stupor.

She remembered Agincourt, and the cry of a girl as she was raped in front the corpse that was her father.

She remembered Bastille, and all the heads that rolled after.

She remembered the Somme, and the young boy promised a life of happiness, a promise that went unfulfilled.

She remembered Pearl Harbor, and the sound of the fighter planes roaring in the air.

She remembered the wanton cruelty of humanity is capable of and acted upon.

She remembered why she gave up.

She remembered.

>>73495515
That sounds like she would gladly join the Cabal to end humanity once for all. I hope she would finally meet someone level-headed like John Grammaticus.

>>73496247
not likely since she just wants to be invisible

Will she join force with Cup-Anon and together create the ultimate fanfic?

Keep going, I like this

>>73496666
your quads wills it!

>>73496666
blessed quads

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>>73496666
I'm glad you're enjoying this story anon. Not sure about Cup-Anon though.

Sorry for short update, gotta do some homework soon again. Here's a picture of 5552 when she was a nurse in the frontline of the Somme.

5552 swam in her memory. Humanity wasn’t worth it, or was she just too pessimistic enough to forget about the good times she had? She wasn’t like the Emperor with a grand idea of unifying humanity. She was human, that happened to be immune to fatal wounds and injuries. The door opened once again, this time two custodians entered. Same with the woman they silently beckoned her to follow. She was in what it seemed to be a large dressing room. The custodians left and the silent women entered after. In their hands were sets of clothing that only a High Lady, would wear. No, a High Lady would wish to wear. 5552 didn’t resist as they stripped her clothes then helped her wear the new golden dress, bearing the aquila. She only wanted to know what was going on. Of course, her questions went unanswered.

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How long until Neckbeardia does a narration of this?

>>73497331
doesn't he only do green texts or dnd horror stories?

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>>73490286
>Why lie?
Read it and weep faggot

>>73467931
fuck off back to the local lord thread

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Finally got the homework and test done, online classes are a bitch. I'll be posting soon.I would love yto hear what you guys think of the story so far and what would you predict will happen!

Realistically wouldn't her response to a lot of this be
"Yeah look I've been here before. Multiple times. You could imprison me for the rest of your life and probably a bit beyond but eventually you will die, your empire will fall or some future civil servant will ask why they're wasting cell space on keeping some random woman nobody knows about imprisoned and conclude its someone wasting official resources. Either way I get out sooner or later."
With her response to Malcador being something "Oh look its that time of the century again. Something something use your immortality to do great things something something do something I would agree with something blah blah blah I being but a mortal don't comprehend the concept of entropy or how it relates to civilisations something something I stopped listening because I'm immortal and talking to you is still a waste of my time"

I mean you'd think someone this old would be incredibly jaded but also quite used to suffering so inclined to not give a shit since nothing is eternal except them.

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>>73499603
In a way I thought about doing that, but it feels like making her too pessismistic would be too much if that makes sense. If she was 100% jaded and indifferent I think there would be no motivation for her to do anything. I wanted to break her out of the typical immortal too,

but the way you said made me laugh hard anon. I might draw this if I get the chance.

>>73499523
Well, this is pretty interesting. The use of rather lame perpetual idea to create quiet and timid character, being a silent witness of many historical events instead of someone changing those events (Like Grammaticus, Prytanis or Pesson) is way more interesting than making another perpetual character who just waits to create some history.

And for possible predictions, I don't want to make any. It's your work, and I trust another parts will be equally interesting.
Keep going.

>>73499704
>>73499603

I said century but meant millennium
Either way the idea of an immortal who is just snarky, jaded and indifferent is in itself funny.
Theres no grand schemes lasting thousands of years or plots to do anything amazing.
They just sorta drift because they've done it before and realised how bloody pointless it is.

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>>73499758
thank you for your kind words anon! Do you feel (in your opinon) that if comedy is inserted it will break away from the mood of the current story? (that goes for all)

>>73499879
In general? Yes.
The odd bit could work so long as the characters react to it in an appropriate manner

>>73499879
Well, some comic reliefs wouldn't hurt. I liked the mention of pet rock owned by 5552. But you know, not very often. Too much comedic moment would definitely break from the overall mood.

>>73499900
checked dubs, thank you for your thought
>>73499931
I'm glad someone noticed the pet rock I was planing to give him the name "Elvis" but thought it was too much

also sorry for no posts yet just want to interact and get the feel of the readers here

>>73499954
>I'm glad someone noticed the pet rock
It was funny, and made me imagine what kind of pet rocks all the primarch would have

>>73495515
The somme? So she was this close of finding the one person on the planet that would have understood her... Still, being a nurse, he would have been the one person in that battlefield not needing her services, so I guess they were quite far away after all.

>>73499979
Dorn would have a large lump of granite much larger than himself.
Gulliman would go for a small perfectly polished piece of marble.

>>73499954
I guess you could come up with some name for her (the one she preferred the most during her time on old Terra), which could be mentioned when she talks with someone from her past (some specified flashback). This could be useful in her character development, and maybe make her closer to the reader, help to identify with her. Right now she's an insignificant number, which cannot die.

>>73500033
She's probably had a lot of names. Probably doesn't even remember her original one

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>>73499523
The emperor/malcador will push her into helping with the great crusade in some way against her will and she will bear witness to horus's bullshit and will only be left alone again once big E is dead, or magnus will kidnap her during the later stages of the heresy and study how perpetuals relate to the warp. Either way I doubt she will be allowed to be at peace for a long time.

>>73500045
Doesn't need to be original. Any flash in her memory, something which appeared when reminisced something pleasant, but almost forgotten completely.
Of course you don't have to. It's your decision.

>>73500114
No it's not cos I ain't the writefag.

>>73500012
>Angron just has a cup of lava

>>73500146
Dude, I don't want to give you specific biddings what you have to do next. I'm not the type of person that tells everyone around how they should write their works (although some people think of me that way). I can only suggest what you could use next in your story, ant it's your decision if you want to use it or rather not.

>>73500012
>Gulliman would go for a small perfectly polished piece of marble.
Novadays it would be a ring, with the polished pebble touching his skin, and the whole thing unconfortably small. A reminder of the old legends of clever men, bound in hubris to the underworld and condemned to forever carry a part of it within themselves, just to live another day.

>>73500228
A cockring you mean

art is done so I'll write then post it soon!

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Thank you for waiting!

After an ungodly hours of being dressed she was then ushered into the giant gold gate she saw before. She moved rather awkwardly due to the heavy weights of the dress and the hefty gold decoration dangling on her clothes. She walked awkwardly as the women behind her accompanied her behind. 5552 waited and waited until they arrived. The Emperor of Mankind and another man in power armor just as intricate as the Emperor’s. A rush of elation ran through her, any negative emotion gone. Sadly, it only lasted for few minutes. 5552 squinted at the lights that shone out of the Emperor and didn’t bother to question how on Earth that would even work. The Emperor’s voice thoomed like an echo of a rung bell, yet his mouth did not move. His voice echoed inside her head.

“I have not expected see another.” The Emperor said, voice soothing yet authoritative. “Welcome.”

5552 with her knee on the floor. “I give you the most sincere greetings, my Emperor. It is an honor to be in your presence.”

“Stand.”

5552 did as she was told, almost stumbling thanks to the new weight of the dress. Her eyes briefly met with man next to the Emperor, a charismatic man with a wolf pelt hung over his power armor, he simply nodded slightly then returned his attention to the Emperor.

“Malcador has informed me that you prefer to be inconspicuous rather than lead.”

“I do. That is where I belong.”

“I have witnessed what you have as well. Do you not see the potential of humanity?”

“I do not. Do you not remember when the Men of Iron attacked? And the disgusting barbarism that followed after?”

“He dares question father?” A voice said from the above

5552 looked up, seeing more uniquely armored giants.

>>73497331
he doesn't do stuff like this but stories like dnd horror story or popular greentexts this isn't any of that

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There was a brief but volatile argument. One that filled with threats laid against 5552. She quickly averted eyes toward the top, then back to the Emperor. The arguments ceased immediately as the Emperor raised his hand with a slight glance toward the top as well. It was amazing thing to see, like watching highly trained soldiers following orders to the very letter of the instruction. The Emperor’s attention returned to 5552.

“I understand your pain. I am here now and I will lead humanity to its rightful place. An individual that has seen humanity as long as I have is knowledge that humanity needs.” The Emperor declared as if 5552 already joined.

“I cannot not help you.”

“For what reason?” The Emperor asked calmly. “Do you not see what this Imperium can achieve?”

“All empires rise and fall.” 5552 answered. “You have witnessed it too.”

“I am here to take humanity at its helm to a new era.” The Emperor declared once more.

“Every conquerers has thought that my Emperor.” 5552 reminded. “While spilling blood across the fields like you are. You are a conquerer like many before you.”

5552 heard another arguments but much more quiet, hushed in sharp whispers. At this point she couldn’t care much. It wasn’t her first time if she was to be imprisoned, she actually liked it since it made her feel one with the prison cell. Time was but an eternal shackle for her.

“I may be, but I am to unify humanity to a new light, not for my own greed.” The Emperor replied. “I cannot force you, I implore you to do so.”

The light surrounding the Emperor shone brighter. For some reason, 5552 believed it. That there was no malice or deception in the golden Emperor. 5552 wanted to believe him, that maybe this is what she was meant to do. Her cynicism and hope clashed. 5552 closed her eyes then looked up back to the Emperor.

“I will join you.”

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Good stuff OP, looking forward to seeing more!

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>>73507817
Thank you for your support Anon!

There was quick upward curve on the Emperor’s lips, something that could be registered as a stiff smile. 5552 watched the Emperor stood from his throne, the women behind her knelt, 5552 followed their movement but not before peeking up. The quick glance showed the Primarchs intensely focusing on their father, eagerly waiting but with stalwart vigilance. The room was silent, she no longer felt alone in the psychic conversation as she felt more presence surrounding her. She waited for whatever judgment that would be followed.

“Adept 5552. You are an immortal. Walked with humanity as much as I have. I have finally found another that have witnessed as much as I have. For that I am elated.”

“The honor is all mine my Emperor. To hear your words is an immense honor I will ever achieve in my life.” 5552 answered mechanically.

“Your long life left you with nothing but hopelessness, despair, regret, wrath and sorrow. However, I also see jubilation, hope, passion, and love.” The Emperor said warmly. “You will guide my sons, not in the ways Malcador or I do. No, you will teach my sons what it truly means to be humans. Not as their mentors, but as their mother. From now on, they will be your sons, as will the rest of the Imperium of Man shall be."

There was varied reaction from above once again. She heard a chastisement to a one named Lorgar. A smooth velvety voice laughing after predicting what his father hr will take next. Then another being named Fulgrim told to stay quiet once more after his insult to her appearance. There was a chatter again, different voices giving their opinions from the top. Their gaze rested on 5552, waiting for a response. She closed her eyes, then opened it again.

“I will accept my position. From now on, sons and daughters that falls under the Aquila shall be my sons and daughters.”

5552, hoped- no, she prayed. She prayed that history won’t repeat again.

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>>73508954
Hey guys OP here. Before you guys get your pitchfork hear me out. So I originally thought of making her a serf tto 1000 Sons of Word Bearers but it felt like this can have more impact and give a better chance to have an interaction with all (save for 2 casue you know...) Primarchs. I would be happy to hear what you guys have to say on this post. Thank you for following the story so far!

>>73508976
Drink piss

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>>73508976
It’s an interesting take, and I am curious to see where you take it. It might be good, or it might be bad. But I am confident you’ll make it a good one

>>73508976
I can't say I agree with your take, but the drawings are cute and the story is cute ad well.

Just remember what's the core of what you are writing, and what do you want out of it. What is the path the adept will take, who is she, and what will she be. What is the path your story will take, what is its tone and message, and what will be its tone and message. Stay true to that, and it might even turn good.

I'll say that i think you should come back to the old idea her beeing servant of Word Bearers would spark an interesting conversations with Lorgar. She say a rise and downfalls of many empires but also saw birth's and deaths of many religions. She could went into conversation with Aurelian abaut how many preachers were concuering in the name's of their faiths. Crusades, Jihads or other religous wars only for their own peraonal gain.

Also sorry for my writing. English is not my first language

>>73508976
You know, Word Bearers already had their perpetual in BL books, that became some sort of their idol and a walking proof that Big E is an usurper (at least in traitors' eyes). I think you would simply rewrite that story on your own by making her Lorgar's adept.

You can also go with 1000 Sons. She already had a talk with Magnus.

>>73508976
Keep on your current trajectory, it's your story; don't rewrite it for anyone

Bump

>>73510111
Mortarion and his boys could use some loving as well that isn’t from a pus ridden hunk of meat

>>73510849
Wwell cosidering his grudge against Big E. I think somebody that doesn't treat him like smelly shit and can even help him overcome his constant reminding of his failure in killing his adoptive father. I sometimes think that he have quite a low self esteem issue so someone who could help him in facing the truth ,that is that he was just too weak there, would be quite a blast

>>73511334
Mortarion just needs a big hug from mommy 5554

>>73511376
>5552*

>>73471146
>I read stories from /tg/ and wanted to contribute a story of my own. I hope you guys can enjoy it.

/tg/ needs more anons like you. Most people don't contribute anything when they post, they always complain or shit post. You are actually doing something worthwhile. Keep up and don't get discouraged by the fags who couldn't recognize a good thread if their life depended on it.

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Bump while you wait

>>73508976
It's a cute premise. But for now, just that. Plan it out, even if you have to wait a week, or a month before posting again. We will still be here.

Bubmp for bump the bump.........


...[bum]

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which primarch would get along with their new mother the best and worst anons? Which one would try to kill her in horus heresy?

>>73513937
>Which one would try to kill her in Horus heresy?
Konrad Kurze. Probably without any specific reason other than him being an egdelord

>>73514287
Idk angron would be better as for most getting along is Vulkan

>>73514489
I think she would use some of Lotaras help.

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>>73514897
>"So when are you going to marry Lotaras?"
>"What was taht mother?"
>"Look I can't die but I want to see at least one grandkid so you better impregnate her before a millenia pass."

>>73514489
So the worst:
>Angron (being mad)
>Kurze (being edgy)
>Alpharius (being two-faced dick)
>Perturabo (being an extreme autist)
>Horus (being spoiled daddy's boy)


And the best
>Vulkan (for obvious reasons)
>Guilliman (being toady)
>Sanguinius (probably, not sure)
>Magnus (he already knows her)
>Dorn (being calm sperg)

Not sure about those missing ones...

>>73515016
we don't talk about them

>>73515016
Mortarion will probably take a liking to her, after letting her die on his ship a couple dozen times or so. She seems like a kindred soul to him, never giving up on her completely mundane goal of just living while feeling nothing but disconfort about those ruling above.

(Part 1/2)

Soon as 5552 was dismissed she returned to her new room, if she can call it a room. It was a grand penthouse. However, the gold she hated so much was now every where she went. She wouldn’t be safe from the yellow menace. Her existence wouldn’t be made known in the Imperium yet, for reasons she didn’t much care for. What she did care was that none of her sons arrived to meet her, for months on end she simply wandered around the palace in her new clothes which she didn’t care for at all. Sometimes a Custodian or a Sister of Silence that would enter a room and merely sit here or lay their head on her lap sometimes. She wasn’t against it, comforting was a mother’s job after all.

5552 sat in her bed, losing herself in the fragment of he memories. The giant double door of her room opened, a man with white hair and golden armor entered the room. She already knew who that was, already memorized her sons appearance, names, and other miscellaneous informations. Rogal Dorn, the Primarchs of the seventh legion walked then knelt to her mother.

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>>73515887
“Mother.” Rogal said stiffly. “I am here to greet you as your son.”

“There is no need for your kneeling, stand so I can see you better.” 5552 smiled warmly with a smile. “I am happy to meet you my son.”

Rogal did not stand, his head was still staring at the ground.
“I cannot. I have failed to greet because I did not wish to meet you without a reason as to not frivolously waste your time.”

“You do not need a reason to see your mother Rogal.” 5552 said. “Please, stand so I can see you better. I will always welcome you, with or without a reason. ”

Rogal stood up, he now looked down to his small mother. “That is why I have brought a gift for you.”

“Oh?”

The door opened once more, four astartes entered with a transparent crystal in its raw beautiful form.

“This crystal is from Inwit, the planet I was raised in. It is my gift to you mother.” Rogal said stiffly. “I will leave now.”

Rogal turned around to leave.

“Before you leave how about some tea?

Rogal was already near to his door, when he turned 5552 already had a pot of tea and six cups already poured and ready wearing a gold weaved apron..

“You wouldn’t want your mother to drink this all by herself would you?” 5552 questioned weakly. “Your sons can join as well.”

Rogal turned to his sons, thanks to their helmet he could not gage the reaction of his men. 5552 watched Rogal close his eyes in resignation.

“I will join you, mother. So shall my sons.”

>>73515925
>>73515887
I have class coming soon so I'll need to dip. Thank you for sticking with this story so far! As always feedbacks or opinons will be great to read because I enjoy them a lot.

>>73515925
Who else hears Dorn's VA from TTS reading his lines in this story?

>>73515992
I think that's a majority of people

>>73516598
only thread that is original in entire /tg/

>>73516692
> Mother, I came to ask whether I can turn Pluto into a giant planet-buster spaceship to crush filthy xenos everywhere I go.
> Why don't you ask dad?
> B-but he told to ask you when I asked him...

>>73516980
>mother konrad is putting skulls everywhere
>but corvus gets to keep his birds in my room

>>73517084
>No, Gully, you have to put that alien back where you found her before Dad finds out and gets angry

>>73518115
>But mOOOOom!

>>73515925
OP, I love the story so far, but I'm calling 5552 Mama 5's because reading this out loud to my GF Is a bit difficult.

What does 5552 remember from the DAoT and the Age of Strife?

>>73518321
are you neckbeardia?

How 'bout this title idea: "If Primarchs had a mother"

>>73518415
OP's post with the art has the png named Parchment and Bolters, why not keep it that way

>>73509076
Eat Shit

>>73508976
Continue, this intrigues the /tg/. Amazing or just slightly entertaining, either way please continue to write your story. We need more original content on here...

>>73518397
Nah senpai. But someone in his discord is probably going to find this story.

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(Part 1/)
(so my plan is to give at least one interaction with each primarch while slightly advancing the story. I’m rolling a d20 for which primarchs to do on)

It took a long time for Malcador and the Emperor on how to introduce her as the “Empress”, 5552 was eased in and was given no power to appease the lords. Though that didn’t stop other lords from assassinating her First was poisoning, which led to having astartes escorting chefs. Second being wanton "accidents". Then the assassin themselves infiltrated the palace but never passed the vigilant guardians. Under the dark azure sky 5552 bathed in the moonlight among the flowers of the Imperial Garden. She hummed, smelling the flowers idly. A dark figure appeared behind her, a somber man with skin pale as the moonlight itself.

“So you’re Konrad.” 5552 said. “I wondered when I was going to meet you. Your brothers are quite shy much like you.”

Konrad remained stoic, as many other Primarchs were. “Where are your guards?”

5552 pointed at the custodes in the entrance of the garden, while . “They’re over there.”

“They should be accompanying you.”

“I’ll be fine on my own. Death is not a concern of mine.” 5552 said in a selfishly confident tone. “And I know you and your sons will protect me. Don’t think I haven’t seen you my son. I’m happy what you have come to meet me.”

5552 approached closer, Konrad took a step back.

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>>73519121
for fuck's sake... that was a retarded mistake of mine...

Part (2/2)


“Let me see you closer.” 5552 took another step. She quickly grabbed Konrad’s hand, a portion of his glove that is. “Are you afraid of your own mother?”

Konrad remained silent, unmoving as she guided Konrad’s hand to her cheeks. The menacing claw only gained with ha quick, indifferent glance. The skulls however needed a talking too, then again that would apply to all of her sons. She hoped they did not have that kind of inclinations.

“I know you’re not the cold monster that they see you of. It takes a noble and strong heart to wield cruelty without succumbing to madness. Remember this.”

“I… I will try, mother.” Konrad replied.

“You need no reason to see me, as I need no reason to see you.” 5552 pulled his hand. “Come, the flowers are beautiful at this time.”

>>73519144
(Quick short story)

The Primarch exited the throne room, each having their own opinons forming on their new “mother” Fulgrim walked out faster than his brothers.

“Fulgrim, why are you hurrying?” Sanguinius questioned.
“If that woman is to be our mother I need to buy some fitting outfits for her.”

can someone make a snip of all the posts?

Does anyone know if this will be featured on kikebeardia?

>>73520943
Considering that Simp set up his own Reddit to farm stories and Westmarch Server where he made himself the protagonist.

I was on that Westmarch Server, but left as it was pure cancer:
> if you were in a session with him he'd always get special treatment and the loot for his "Order" (once he just took a whole boat our whole party seized from Pirates)
> He created his own guild and gives people IC penalties if they create any guilds OOC (there was a group called the Lizard Bortherhood which the few Lizardfolk players on the server started for Lulz, he'd endlessly spam them with porn, would try to fuck with them in-game. Once he straight up sent all of them to jail "as a joke"
> Why? because it was more popular than his shitty humanity fuck yeah lawful good paladin order. He literally started a meme war, and started banning muting, and IC punishing people because he was loosing it... also of course trolling in Admin chat where noone could respond
> he made a private chat for the Lizard brotherhood only to constantly spam it with scalie porn
> he literally made the server unaplayble
> once all the lizardfolk left he started doing the same thing to the "Devilman" group
> he made a Westmarch Server to be it's protagonist and fuck anyone else.

>>73521392
Pics or it didn't happen

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5552 rested in her room as always. It was a boring life. Roaming around the palace has lost it’s appeal after exploring most of the palace interior. Now, she was inside her room either sleeping, eating or… There was a soft knock. The door slightly creaked open, revealing a Sister of Silence peeking out of the door. 5552 beckoned her to enter as she sat on her bed. The sister first knelt, then with 5552’s gesture to rise the Sister would lie on her bed, resting her head on the Empress’s lap. Due to a Sister’s usual disposition 5552 could not tell when a Sister would fall asleep. Nevertheless, 5552 happily lend her lap to any sister, astartes, or a custodes. A mother’s genteel would never be spared for any children of the Imperium.

>>73522495
*gentleness

>we need to talk about your wolf obsession leman
>gosh mom you won't get it

warcrimes.

>>73522495
what brush do you use for your art and sketch?

>>73523525
I use sai and use just brush with low opacity. I don't usually sketch unless I'm using pencil like >>73486344
>>73482810
>>73461308
and the pencil is just regular pencil with no effects. you can send me a dm on twitter if you like

GIMP? paint.net?
No.
It's Sai.

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>>73523185
honestly, given her her seeming focus on the first and second millennium, having a totem animal, psychological alcoholism, and a tendency to conflate loyalty with picking stupid fights probably seems unusually normal to her.

>"Sweetie we need to talk."
>"yes mom-friend?"
>"you need stop burning your enemies, it's inhumane."
>I don't understand

>>73526787
This made me smile on the inside and the outside.

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(Part 1/2)

The land of Nocturne was a deathworld. There was nothing pretty about the planet or any resource the planet had. Only death awaited any that would foolish enough to invade the planet. However, there was one bright aspect of the planet. The one source that made the planet Nocturne equal to an agri-world or even above them. The people. Their wrath was fierce as the beasts that lurked the planet. Their heart, burning brighter than the lava of Mount Deathfire would never dimmed. Yet, the people were also capable of levity and love unlike other planets. Just like the Salamanders’ brotherhood the value of family was instilled deep in the fiery deathworld. Vulkan was no exception, he was the embodiment of the spirit of Nocturne.

There was no grand marvels or bright jewels, the only jewels she saw was the bright ruby eyes of the people of Nocturne. 5552 wrapped her arm on Vulkan’s hand thanks to her height. Vulkan pointed humble buildings. 5552 discovered that the reason why she has yet to meet all her son was rather a petty reason. First impression mattered and they were set on being the favored son. 5552 laughed as Vulkan explained.

“No wonder they refuse to see me.” 5552 said as she laughed. “A mother has no favorite, I love all my sons equally. Just like you love your people equally.”

“Mother, if I may ask. Were there other sons before us?” Vulkan asked carefully.

Vulkan saw a smile that he had never seen before. A smile of regret, happiness, and sorrow.

“No.” 5552 answered.

(Part 2/2)

“No?”

“If you have live long as I have you fear many things Vulkan. Losing loved ones is more fatal than any wounds.” 5552 said. “I know that you must fight, but do not throw your life frivolously Vulkan.”

“I will accompany you as long as I can mother. That is a promise.”

She smiled. “I will hold on to your promise. Let me see you closer my son.”

Vulkan knelt, closing his eyes as his mother kissed his forehead.

“Lord Vulkan!”

The people called out. 5552 nodded understandingly. The child giggled as Vulkan lifted him, smiles all around wherever Vulkan would be. There was no need to teach Vulkan of humanity, for he already possessed it more than any of his brothers. Just as he can forge mighty weapons, she hoped he would forge indomitable bonds with his brothers that would last an eternity.

>>73527082
>>73527105
Sorry for the late post. I hope you're enjoying the story so far. What do you think of the story (and the short story) so far? Any thoughts and opinions are always appreciated!

>>73527082
>>73527105
Op here, if the thread 404s I’ll make another thread. Feels like it might die soon

Mama5 meeting Yvraine
>mom I want you to meet yvie
> she whispers “she looks a child”

Byump

Mummy5 meeting A Wachers in the Dark
>You look strangely familiar
>Did we showed up for your race early in the ages of time?
>Yes...as a race of cute junk dealers
>····I

>>73528092
>"Hello ma-"
>pull gilly away "What is your intention with my son
>"MoooMm..."

>>73522475
Compilation of things he posted in Admin Chat.
I didn't document most of it simply because I did not care.
If you are curious go to the actual Westmarch Server and maybe there is some more "Lizardbros" around

>>73527116
The story is cool. I look forward for another parts.

mummy5 tea time with dorn
>how's work honey
>what is work honey?
>I'm calling you honey my son
>but I am not a syrup
>f-forge it...
>I will forget

I'm enjoying this story so far, but I think it would benefit from some extra proof reading. If you're unsure of your own editing skills I would be willing to make some corrections and compile it all in a pastebin once this thread is finished.

>>73529085
I can't imagine how ridiculous her talk with Pert would look like.

>>73530247
>Honey you' re an adult person why do you still build those models?
>You dont understand mum it's a simulation of the battelfield I test a new strategies here
>And that is the reason you weren't coming out from here for the last two months?
>Yes
>Not because you spend all this time on collecting building and painting them?
>No
>*looking behind Petry* They look really nice
>Really?!

Will we ever know 5552’s real/given name?

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>>73530976
>"They look really nice"
>tfw this one line could have completely unfucked Pert's life

>>73527116
Never stop.

>>73531398
Probably not
>inb4 one of her name was Helen of Troy

Who’s most likely to develop an Oedipal complex and which Primarch will 5552 develop for

>>73532508
Ya know? Many Emperors problems could be solved by such simple things.
Lorgar;Honest talk abaut his powers
Perturarbo;Give him something to build (on Olympia for the best exaple)
Konrad; Actualy trying to help him
Angron;Going along with him there on Nucleria
Fulgrim;Telling him abaut the blade or just simply taiking it
Mortarion:...helping him in killing his adoptive father(i quess)

>>73498914
Holy fuck you're dumb. Quests were pushed onto /tg/ in like 2014, back in 2010 every board had quests to itself. Even at the most generously conservative estimate, /tg/ was over 10% quests. Actually the number was higher in the peak questing months which drove many away and caused this controversy in the first place.

>>73533099
So in fact, she was an actual part of the history at least once?

>>73533839
we won't know until story is posted

>>73533454
In case of Angron, this would change nothing. He slaughtered the entire planet when he heard that he allegedly ran of the battlefield during revolt's last stand. It would be hundred times better if Emperor himself teleported on the surface with a dozen of Custodes to help him and his comrades. THEN took him with himself.

>>73534473
feels like there's no other way for mama5 to help angron if i'm being honest

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>>73499523
She could be (After meeting big E) made an abadess from a secretive sisterhood convent,

Could be kidnapped by "Did nothing wrong" Magnus and by accident when the burning of prospero happened she could have implanted a shard of magnus inside her

-She could become a wanderer then after a couple millenia stumbled upon a Rougue trader who could taken her in.

Or... got kidnapped and fet into the daemonculaba (not even want to imagine that)

Anyways good thread.

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>>73534573
>magnus needed to convince leman to stop
>brings his mom to prospero
>horus tells leman their mum is kidnapped
>leman kills magnus, mom hates leman now
>just as planned

>>73534571
That's what I meant...
Angron is now FUBAR mostly because Big E decision to get him out of this battle (and of course Butcher Nails).

>>73534837
only way to help his just motherly love, and that won't work well

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>>73533555
And the quality has gotten so much better sinc they were removed, hasn't it?

guilliman gifting mommy5 a new planet

Actually I'm interested, what would 5552 do if Horus Heresy happened just like in the original lore and she was a witness of all (or at least majority) the most important events?

>>73535577
Nah, is just a bribe to let him shag Yvraine

>>73535628
cry and try to convince horus to stop but knowing that she can't she'll disappear and will disapepar from the records

>>73535628
after HH maybe sisters of battle are centered on the "Our Martyred Mother" assuming mum5 was killed in HH

>>73527082
The 40,000 year old virgin, lel

>>73536311
maccha's gonna have a competition

>>73536454
Macch'a loses horribly.

mum5 behaves like an actual mother than a figurative representation of motherhood

>>73536489
chad mommy5 vs virgin maccha

>>73534725
>mum5 out drinking leman and his sons then lectures leman of his alcoholic issues

>>73536965
That's what a mom do anon!

Is malcador gonna be that grumpy uncle?

OP here, sorry for the lack of updates today. I will post soon.

another update here's a pastebin if anyone wants to read the whole thing.

https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3

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(here’s a question for you guys, would you prefer to see all the primarch’s special interaction or would you rather see the story progress? As always, thank you for reading and I would be happy if you leave what you think so far.)

The meeting with Perturabo was uneventful, he entered and spoke using the word “mother” sparingly. Perturabo asked what she saw in her long life, specifically of architecture, arts and philosophies. She spoke about great cities like Alexandria, Rome, and Constantinople that she once lived in. Perturabo absorbed all of her stories with intense fascination, especially her interactions with Socrates, Plato, Diogenes, Epicurus, and Bertrand Russell.

Two days after Perturabo visited again. He brought his mother to a bountiful agri-world that was closest to the old Terra she was familiar of.

“Behold, my gift to you.” Perturabo announced.

It was a wondrous sight. In the middle of a sea of wheat fields a building was erected in the style of the ancient civilizations 5552 talked about. There was a tall statue of 5552 at the entrance, sculpted by Perturabo. Inside the building, 5552 was stunned at what she saw. Artworks of ancient Terra were displayed in its full glory. There was an old portrait of a friend she once knew, a man named Vincent Van Gogh. Even works from Leonardo Da Vinci, an ambitious man that gifted her a hidden blade once. 5552 wiped a single tear from her eyes, she didn’t know how long it has been since she cried in joy.

“Does this satisfy you?”

“I love it.” 5552 said breathlessly. “It’s beautiful Perturabo.”

Perturabo awkwardly shifted as he saw his mother cry. He had seen death, wrath, and lamentation, but never tears of happiness.

>>73539495

“You can visit whenever you want, mother. There will be an escort frigate always prepared should you want to visit.” Perturabo turned to the exit. “I will leave you to enjoy it in peace.”

“Have I told you the story of my friend Vincent and Leonardo?” 5552 asked as she pointed at the portrait.

“No, you have not.” Perturabo answered.

“Then come, I will tell you.” 5552 extended her hand to her son. “You like these stories don’t you?”

They walked hand in hand as she colorfully retold of each artwork and her involvement in it. Perturabo did not speak but only listened, his fixed frown eased as he listened to his mother’s soothing voice. 5552 grabbed her son’s hand.

“No matter what manners of mud, grimes, dirt, and blood cover you wil. They will never snuff out the bright light that is you. Remember that Perturabo, my son, my Great Artificer of Terra.”

>>73539495
>>73539529
Hey guys OP here, I had to read up on Perturabo a bit. Sorry if he wasn't portrayed or seemed out of character. What do you guys think?

>>73539544
lovely, I like that you keep things rather subtle and not too beating on the head with their personalities (and problems) she solves by interacting with them.

>>73539763
Thank you anon I worried a bit about perty since he isn’t much talked about. After I was done reading him it felt like he needed much more love from 5552 (and GW). I’m glad you’re enjoying this story.

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>>73539544
I can tell you that i almost shed a tear on my office?

Pert was always the most misunderstood primarch and watching a different reaction than bitterness made me really happy OP

Also
mum5 maybe made a change on the fabric of the timeline unkowingly.

>>73540109
like someone else said you need to proof read what you write (maybe use a word processor... like word or google docs) but the geist of what you write is really nice and subdued, which is a fun contrast to the over the top silly setting of 30k.

>>73539495
>>73539529
C U T E

>>73540282
I’ll use google doc from now on anon. I preferred to make it sound like poem or something like that. I’ll be using google doc from now on since multiples anon told me that. Sorry about that anon

>>73540198
That’s what I felt as well Anon. I’m glad that you enjoyed it. Perturb I didn’t deserve the treatment of E-Money.

>>73539544
Maybe pretty OOC (Perturabo acting like socially awkward person instead of a typical autist), but as long as you really try to make primarchs more humane than they were in source material, it's very fitting. It would make less sense if you aim for lore outcome of HH.
Anyway, your story gives a very new, and interesting, take on 40K storyline, so carry on.

(If I can commission, I would like to see 5's meeting with Ferrus)

>>73540477
Momfag is gonna have a tough time since there isn’t a good presentation of Ferrus other than being a hardass/being dead

>>73540527
Then more creative freedom anon.

I'm tempted to narrate this just to spite all the big youtube channels that do it. The issues being I got an awful mic, can't do a female voice, might not piss them off and I'd be contributing to the problem.

>>73540691
Don’t let that stop you anon

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>>73539495
>>73539529
Damm, that one hit close to home. I hope you contiue, anon. I like it really.

>Ferrus,Fulgrim,Vulkan competing to see who can make the best Mother’s Day gift
>Konrad and Corvus following mama5 to protect her
>Rogal eating mama5’s homemade lemon squares
>Mama5 brushing Sang’s wing and Lion’s hair
>mama5 knowing which one is Omegon and Alpharius among the hundreds of Alpha Legion Space Marines
>Jaghatai giving mama5 a ride on his bike

>

>>73508976
it would be good to see writefaggotry blossom once again, but as another anon has said, plan ahead and write out what you will beforehand

This thread is already a classic. I don't think a 40k writefagging had such success and quality since Love Can Bloom.

Someone start writing the 1d4chan page, dammit!

>>73541938
thank you anon it means a lot, I liked Love Can Bloom.

Hey anons, OP here. This is the pastebin with fixed grammars. Sorry for taking long for the next primarch, this one is harder than I thought.

https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3

>>73539495
>hidden blade
>leonardo da vinci
did she also meet Ezio?

>>73539495
Parchment-bro, keep up with the primary stories. They're fucking great and my GF loves them.

-t. Mama 5 dude.

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>>73543323
Glad you're enjoying them anon. I hope you'll enjoy the story as it goes on.

It rises a question: why *didn’t* the Emperor gave the Primarchs some sort of a mother figure in canon ?

>>73543540
because there will be incests

6666 anon in camping, barely scraping by with electricity and data. This story is exquisite to me and helps me sleep at night . The part with Vulkan and Perturabo was so sweet and a little bit sad too. Keep it up Parchment anon!

mama5 meeting a squat

bump

>corvus is brooding and writing death poems
<sweetie it's snack time!
>yes mum

We need more shit like this, seriously. WHolesome is as wholesome does!

>Angron goes into a fit of rage for something minor
>As he trashes whatever room he is in he accidentally hits 5552
>After realizing he struck his mother he starts to calm down and begins to loath himself
>5552 says it’s fine and hold him tight for hours, saying that it wasn’t his fault, and that he cannot help it

Op here, sine yo uguys like Perturabo story so much I've decided to re-post it with edit.

The meeting with Perturabo was uneventful, he entered and spoke using the word “mother” sparingly. Perturabo asked what she saw in her long life, specifically of architecture, arts and philosophies. She spoke about great cities like Alexandria, Rome, and Constantinople that she once lived in. Perturabo absorbed all of her stories with intense fascination, especially her interactions with Socrates, Plato, Diogenes, Epicurus, and Bertrand Russell.

Two days after Perturabo visited again. He brought his mother to a bountiful agri-world that was closest to the old Terra she was familiar with.

“Behold, my gift to you.” Perturabo announced.

It was a wondrous sight. In the middle of a sea of wheat fields a building was erected in the style of the ancient civilizations 5552 talked about. There was a tall statue of 5552 at the entrance, sculpted by Perturabo. Inside the building, 5552 was stunned at what she saw. Artworks of ancient Terra were displayed in its full glory. There was an old portrait of a friend she once knew, a man named Vincent Van Gogh. Even works from Leonardo Da Vinci, an ambitious man that gifted her a hidden blade once. 5552 wiped a single tear from her eyes, she didn’t know how long it had been since she cried in joy.

“Does this satisfy you?”

“I love it.” 5552 said breathlessly. “It’s beautiful Perturabo.”

Perturabo awkwardly shifted as he saw his mother cry. He had seen death, wrath, and lamentation, but never tears of happiness.

>>73546295
“You can visit whenever you want, mother. There will be an escort frigate always prepared should you want to visit.” Perturabo turned to the exit. “I will leave you to enjoy it in peace.”

“Have I told you the story of my friend Vincent and Leonardo?” 5552 asked as she pointed at the portrait.

“No, you have not.” Perturabo answered.

“Then come, I will tell you.” 5552 extended her hand to her son. “You like these stories don’t you?”

They walked hand in hand as she colorfully retold of each artwork and her involvement in it. Perturabo did not speak but only listened, his fixed frown eased as he listened to his mother’s soothing voice. 5552 grabbed her son’s hand.

“No matter what manners of mud, grimes, dirt, and blood cover you. They will never snuff out the bright light that is you. Remember that Perturabo, my son, my Great Artificer of Terra.”

>>73546295
You are a gift to the world OP

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(this story is set after she had met most of her sons. Hope you’re all enjoying the story so far. I’ve read some comments and I’m happy to see it. This got longer than I expected. I'll reply after I'm done.)

5552 met most of his sons by now. Only a few were left, Mortarion, Corvus, Ferrus, and Angron were left for her to meet. 5552 laid in her bed in her personal quarters inside Battleship now named “Our Revered Golden Mother.” She wasn’t particularly fond of the name and actually preferred the old name “Stalwart Fist”. It was the Admiral’s decision when he discovered 5552 would be the highly prioritized escort.

After a tour of a planet that was recently conquered into the Imperium she was informed of an emergency vox message. The Primarch of the 10th Legion was wounded. A wound wasn’t to be worried but to wound a Primarch would be considered a deadly force. There was no hesitation on 5552’s decision. She ordered the battleship to intercept the Grand Cruiser Ferrrus was in. 5552 rushed into the bridge connecting her ship to Ferrus’s, her long mermaid gown weaved in gold fluttered. She briefly conversed with the Forrix, the 1st Captain of the Iron Hands.

“I apologize. My Empress. My father does not wish to be seen.”

5552 hesitated. “I see. He has ordered you to prevent me from seeing him?”

Forrix nodded regretfully. 5552 turned to her Admiral.

“Amiral Ludwig, are there any tasks that need your immediate attention?”

“No, my Empress.”

“Then give yourself and your men some time off. I will remain here.”

The Admiral saluted, then left to his ship. Forrix raised his eyebrow as he saw the Empress sitting on the floor.

“My Empress?”

“If Ferrus will not wish to see him. I will wait until he does. He hasn’t ordered you to prevent me from that, has he?”

“No, my Empress. Should I bring some food and water?”

5552 smiled. “A blanket would be nice as well dear.”

>>73546354
5552 peeked her eyes open. For hours now she waited for the Space Marines to leave her alone while she pretended to be asleep. It was then she heard door door open with a heavy footstep. She was lifted up then brought to a softer surface yet still hard as a floor. 5552 pretended to sleep, she waited for Ferrus to sleep.

“There’s no need for you to pretend. I can hear your breathing.” Ferrus said. “This is not how I wanted to meet you.”

“Oh.” 5552 said awkwardly, she sat up on Ferrus’s bed, seeing the bandages on his stomach and head. “Are you hurt?”

“You are wasting your time. Leave.” Ferrus said with a growl, he winced when he moved his arm.

“No.” 5552 said frankly. “Your bandaging needs changing. Stay there Ferrus.”

“What? I will not be-” Ferrus questioned

5552 leaned close to his son, locked in an intense staring contest. “Stay. There.”

5552 took the grudging silence as his compliance. After receiving more bandages she began to replace it. There was a tense silence shared between the mother and son.

“I didn’t want to see you like this.” Ferrus admitted.

“Like what?” 5552 asked,

“Like a weakling, a dog licking his wounds.”

She tightened the bandages more than the necessary strength. Ferrus winced lightly as a pressure stung his stomach.

“Don’t be drunk in your dangerous ambition then.” 5552 chastsized sharply. “You try too hard to compare yourself to your brothers when there is no need to.”

“How did you-”

>>73546372
“I am your mother Ferrus. You may not have noticed me but I do keep an eye on all of you. And don’t think I haven’t seen you training on your own every time you visited Terra.” 5552 cupped her hand on Ferrus’s cheeks. “Now listen to me. Each one of you are born with each special talent. Something your brothers all forget too many times.”
Ferrus remained his stoic silence. 5552 finished her bandaging, she sat on the bed next to Ferrus.

“You are strong and ambitious Ferrus. You strive yourself to increase your limits every day and believe it or not your brothers follow your example, even Horus.” 5552 patted Ferrus’s arm. “Without you there will only be stagnation amongst your brothers. That’s why you can’t throw yourself to danger haphazardly, do you understand?”

“I do.” Ferrus replied.

“Good.”

5552 exited the room then returned with a large bowl of soup fit for a Primarch.

“What is this.”

“Chikinus Noodlus Souppette or Chicken Noodle Soup, I don’t know why it has such a complicated name now... “ 5552 scooped a good helping of chicken and noodle in the large spoon then blowed on it. “Now say ’ah’.”

“Mother, I can-”

“Do you dare defy your mother, Ferrus Manus?”

For a second, Ferrus swore he saw a flash of hidden wrath behind her peaceful eyes. A collection of bottled fury that shouldn’t be unleashed.

“N-no... “ Ferrus answered.

“Then say ‘ah’ sweetheart.”

“Ah…”

(after this I'll do a quick story I wanted to do for a while. if you don't want to sift through the comments check out my pastebin! https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3)

>>73546321
This anon speaks truth; I pray that a new age of writefagging springs forth from this wonderful thread.

I believe we should call this story Parchment and Bolter; a nice ring to it!

>>73461308
>Adept #5552

It's funny because you thought this was a big number but her number is probably in the hundred of Million more likely.
One day you'll delve into fluff and make a decent story anon.

>>73546611
It is probably just the last four digits in a code with a dozen other letters and numbers in it.

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+++Personal Entry+++
++1539801.M33++
+Sergeant Urose+
+[REDACTED] Company, [REDACTED] Regiment.
+Personal Log Entry+
+Auto Scribe No.52165135161+

When I heard when The Emperor took in a wife I expected someone just as mighty and majestic as him. I would’ve slapped my past self if I could, I’ve judged her appearance only. She was beautiful in her regal majesty, there was no doubt in that. What I didn’t expect was how… motherly she actually was.

The title “Mother of Imperium” is what I assumed to be a figure of speech, a symbolic representation. It was the usual. Parade, speech, inspection, then the tour of the base. No one could find her, not even the Custodians that guarded her. I merely assumed her to be with the Generals, until I saw the Custodian guarding the entrance to the mess hall. It couldn’t be, I thought. Yet there she was, serving every guardsmen with a simple ladle in her hand and a simple, colorless apron

This “Chicken Noodle Soup” and “Chicken Tenders” was not only filling but warm, simple, and charmingly rustic. like my mother’s cooking back home. The most confounding part was she knew the names of EVERY. SINGLE. Guardsmen. All 522,269 of them. From the lowest Privates to the highest officers, she knew of their home and life. She asked me how my sister did in her university and the flu I was getting over. Her stiff formality was gone and replaced with what you’d expect from a… well a mother. She called me “sweetheart” and referred to other guardsmen and officers as “Sweetie” “Dear” and “Sugar”.

Easy to say, the morale was at its highest after her visit. Though a pilot received non-judicial punishment due to painting our Empress on their bombers in a lewd manner. I should call my mother... see how she’s doing.

+++END OF LOG+++

(Short story is posted and I'll start after I go to sleep. As always, comments, thughts, or any interaction will be wonderful. Stay safe /tg/, let's stay strong.)

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>>73547882

Another thing I want to add. Which interaction did you like the most? Which Primarch is your favorite? I won't tell mine since it might look like I'm playing favorite though. I can say that my favorite chapter is Comedy Marines. I enjoy shitty puns.

>>73461308
>Imperial Guards
>Not Guard regiments
Minor I know but boy that annoys me

You know what I like the most in your story? It started as a typical, depressing story of an immortal girl suffering from her past and her current life, and then turns into ridiculously wholesome series of shorts about her, taking care of every human being in galaxy.

Here is the story as a PDF with the illustrations included.
https://mega.nz/file/BHonjKgB#gTL8sVBhhv5qa-L00V1aCeIQkz5uNRZgVEwD9ESjBVs

>>73543540
Because he's a shitty dad

>>73543540
Because he is not perfect. And did not into psychology.

bump

Butmp

Does 5552 have a cute smile?

Why do i get a vibe that Mommy looks like Mercy from Overwatch.

>>73552374
Absolutely

>>73552402
Probably the wings

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>>73541938
I'm working on it, anon

>>73552754
https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3 use the pastebin then anon

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OP here
>>73552754
I use 1d4chan a lot, if I can see my story there I'll be super happy.
>>73548457
Wow I didn't expect someone to go through the troubles. One thing is that I meant to type "gentleness" instead of "genteel" if that can be fixed it'll be great.
>>73546913
basically
>>73548159
I originally intended to be straight up depressing but I just rolled with the mother idea
>>73546321
thank you anon

thank you for sticking with the story so far guys.

Okay, the page is up. I haven't added the images yet, those will be there soon. https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Parchment_and_bolter

>>73553160
you mad man

Mama5 meeting the Black Templars
>MY EMPRESS WE HAVE KILLED FOUL XENOS, MUTANTS, AND HERETICS IN YOU AND OUR EMPEROR'S NAME
>Wasn't that just a beggar?
>NONE SHALL LIVE! NO PITY! NO REMORSE! NO FEAR! DEATH TO THE HERETICS XENOS AND MUTANTS!
>ok sweetie we need to talk

>>73553990
Sigusmund just wants to be liked
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRZI1sq90gg

inb4 erebus fucks it all up

>>73554762
>mama5 trying to stop arguing between sigismund and rogal
>does that mean mama5 will be granny5 to the space marines?

>>73554764
This is unfortunately really possible...

bump

>>73461308
dump