you plant ideas on barren soil, this place is not worth your creative effort

>>73558355
thanks anon but I like it here

>>73558282

(2/3)

5552 did not dislike it. It was rather packed however. At the spa, the servants filed her nails and combed her hair that’s been growing long while the others would massage her feet. Each servant would take turns feeding her one hundred different types of cheese, fruits, and sips of fine wine. By the turn of lunch she felt pregnant with so much food she consumed.

But she couldn’t say no to his face.

“Are you enjoying yourself, mother?”

“Of course I am dear.”

The amount of activities eventually kept up with her fatigue. The moment she stumbled, Fulgrim caught her then called the doctors.

“Mother are you alright?” Fulgrim asked.

“I’m alright. What else do we have left?” 5552 questioned.
Fulgrim saw her weak smile. He chastised himself for not realizing it sooner. She may have been an immortal, but her body was still that of a human. Even Angron realized that, that was why he said he would never approach her.

“We have one more.”

Tired but still keeping a restful smile she was finally led to the top of the palace, where the view of the planet was laid before her.

“My, Fulgrim. This place is beautiful.” 5552 sat on her high chair. “And the tea is well brewed.”

“I am glad, mother. I have brewed it myself.” Fulgrim said. “As well as the pastries and the chair. This room was made by my hand.”

“That’s also wonderful as well, my son.”

5552 looked out in the sky. Mountains upon mountains that have yet to be carved. 5552 sipped on the relaxing tea then closed her eyes, letting the wind cool her body.

“I have another gift for you, mother.” Fulgrim said.

“Oh?”

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>>73558524

Fulgrim presented a magenta color, just like his armor. The intricate patterns were weaved with gold with small gems between the patterns. 5552 placed it around her neck.

“It's beautiful, Fulgrim. Thank you.” 5552 said.

“Did you enjoy your day?”

“Of course I have.”

Fulgrim shifted in his seat. A peaceful silence shared between was tense for Fulrgrim.

“Next time, we can do little less with fanfare.” 5552 admitted. “I will be happy as long as you’re with me.”

“I see.” Fulgrim said.

5552 walked to his chair, holding his hand.

“I know you did this for me and I did enjoy it. Your company is all I need to be happy Fulgrim.” 5552 looked at her hair, slightly fringe. “Fulgrim, be a dear and fetch a comb, My hair is a mess.”

For the rest of the night 5552 and Fulgrim simply talked as he combed her hair. Enjoying the cool night.

>>73558282
Never stop Epiecurus. Keep wholesomeK going.

>>73558282
Yeah we went past hoop limit Hybridchan

how do you think mama5 and jaghatai will meet?
>with bicycles as a gift

https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3

>>73558282
>>73558524
>>73558537
Hey guys, OP here. When it came to Fulgrim I wasn't sure how to do it. I built around his "perfection" mania. This was bit of a doozy for me. What you guys think of this one?

Niggas really do be making mary sue fanfic on /tg/ these days.

>>73559482
I think op is going to do all Primarchs before finishing the story

>>73559515
Ok and?

>>73559547
If it was a Mary Sue fic it would’ve been collectively shat in by tg

>mama5 calling sang "my little angel"

>>73559569
>calls mama5 Mary Sue
>literally have a strength of an average woman
Nigger

>>73560526
How is that relevant to her being a mary sue?

>>73560750
pretty sure the anon thought superior physical strength equaled to the level of mary sueness.

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The hall boomed with the echoes in a one sided clash of words. 5552 ran into where the argument took place. She recognized the first voice being Fulgrim, the other voice however was either too small or didn’t exist.

“You think your barbaric mess of swordsmanship will defeat me?” Fulgrim questioned. “Your arrogance will do you no good, brother.”

Jaghatai remained stoic, never flinching. “I do. Because you boast of your skill while mine is unknown. I will defeat you.”

“Is that so?” Fulgrim questioned. “You are a coward and you are afraid to lose. Draw your sword if you are so certain then.”

The two Primarchs were close, with Fulgrim’s hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Fulgrim!”

5552 entered the room, Sanguinius and Ferrus avoided her gaze, as if to say “we tried”. Before their mother’s attention would turn on them, the two Primarchs exited the room. After a quick chastisement to Fulgrim 5552 saw Jaghatai leave the room. 5552 followed Jaghatai.

“Jaghatai, are you alright?”

“I am.”

“Do you need anything?”

“No.”

5552 paused, so did Jaghatai.

“You know you can confide in me.” 5552 offered sincerely. “I will always be there for you, my son.”

“I know that as well. Is there anything else you need?” Jaghatai asked.

“No... “

“Then by your leave.”

5552 stopped following Jaghatai. All she could do was watch him leave, becoming smaller and smaller as he left her in the hall.

>>73562345
Jaghatai's relationship with Emp was estranged at best so Iit makes sense that he'll treat her the same.

shit stories shit thread

There’s a pattern here. Loyalist then Traitors. So the next post is going to be a traitor primarch

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hey guys op here, so I'm not sure if people are enjoying the story so far since all you're getting is wholesome fluff on each primarchs. If you guys are ok with it I can just continue the story since people can get impatient. My original plan was to do all primarchs first then get into horus heresy era so the impact can be much more. I would love to ehar your thought on this.

>>73563033
Fuck the nigsayers, keep doing what you do man. I love your stories, and so does my GF. She squeals in delight whenever I read them to her. Never stop.

>>73563033
Keep at it OP! I love what you have written up so far, and don’t sell yourself short, not everyone has the time/patience to write stories

>>73563033
feed me more, I demand more mama5 content be shoveled into my mouth

>>73563033
Is that Angron I see?

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To 5552 the title Empress of the Imperium was a mere title to her. Her job was only being a mother. She would love her sons and guide them and to teach them what it meant to be human. That’s all she expected, she wasn’t like the Emperor, never was and never will be.She didn’t fear death, but it was painful. Today’s audience was Kharn, the Captain of the 8th Assault Company. Kharn knelt at her presence.

“Captain Kharn, what is it that you wish to speak to me?” 5552 asked.

“My Empress, it is my Primarch. The Astartes of the World Eaters begs for your help.” Kharn asked. “My father is fighting my Captain-Brother, and I fear he will kill him if it goes on. I ask you to help my father to listen to reason.”

5552 grimaced as she pitied Angron and his sons. “I will do what I can, my child. Bring me to your father.”

5552 witnessed a carnage in the training fields. The astartes was on the ground, defeated.

“INCOMPETENT! YOU THINK YOU HAVE A PLACE IN MY LEGION WITH YOUR SKILLS?”

From the stands she shouted. “Angron that is enough!”

Expectedly, she was ignored, drowned by the carnage unfolding. A golden gauntlet prevented from descending from the stands.

“My Empress, you can’t-”

5552 brushed Constantin’s hand away from her shoulder then ran down stairs. She shouted but it didn’t matter. In the midst of Angron’s swing the edge of the chain ax slit open 5552’s throat. The Custodians immediately descended the stairs after her, despite her order to stay in the stands. It was then Angron realized what he had done. He saw the woman meant to be his mother on the floor, dead.

>>73565783
“You… when did you.”

The entire arena was silent, Angron could only watch the Custodian help 5552 back up. The glistening gold gown was muddied with her blood. Angron knelt.

“Angron…”

“I ask for death to atone for my action.” Angron said with his head lowered all too readily.

Angron closed his eyes, thinking of his comrades he was forcibly tore apart from by his “father”. It was funny, he expected to die in a battle but never an execution. Instead of the merciful blade, something soft embraced him instead.

“It was only an accident. It was my fault that you didn’t see me.” 5552 said. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I killed you, I should’ve seen you but I-.”

“That wasn’t you, it was that horrid entrapment. You couldn’t help it. This wasn’t your fault.” 5552 said. “I’m sorry that there’s no other way to free you, my son, but this suffering that you bear isn’t yours alone. Even if I have to fly a thousand years I will come to find you. Please don’t try to bear it alone.”

Angron silently nodded. No other words needed to be shared between him and his mother.

>>73565783
>>73565797

So I'll be honest, this was a doozy. I wasn't sure how anger-crazy angron was so I'm certain this went out of character. Angron didn't deserve what happened to him, it's like no wonder he betrayed the imperium. Anyways, comments and thoughts are always welcomed. I'm afraid that this thread might die soon however...

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Please have a pic of mama5 brushing the plume on the custodes, also a preview at the actual story line after the primarchs are done. Pic not related.

She was a usurper like the Emperor. Erebus knew this to be true. It wasn't that she tried to stop the burning of Monarchia, she encouraged it. Erebus knew it, and so did Kor Phaeron. It was only Lorgar that refused to believe such a lie. That woman was the only thing that prevented Lorgar and the legion’s true ascension. Unlike the Emperor however, she was no warrior, philosopher, or even a scholar. He only needed to worry about her honor guards.

The Emperor’s fall would come. Erebus knew it, the gods willed it to be and he was the agent. First, he needed to set the stage. It was because of her that the Primarchs worked together. She needed to disappear so he could set the stage. Her immortality was no problem for him, he needed her gone, and there were fates worse than death.

>>73565829
Keep it up dude. We're here for you all the way.

>>73562556
KYS faggot

>>73566069
As always Erebus starts shit to destroy everything...

Btw, about that Custodes. I think it would be a good idea to make a story of momma5 talking with Kitten-like Custodian (she meets Custodian different than the rest of his kind, apparently having his own mind, and a habit of reading lore books).

>>73567503
>hello mother
>was there another break up kitten?
>*nods*

>>73567503
As always Erebus is just there to fuck up everything seriously fuck that guy

>>73566069
Something bad will happen ifcerevus joins

>>73566069
Inb4 mama5 disappears and Horus Heresy begins

>>73568581
How's that Erebus was the most important character in Horus Heresy, but in later life he became virtually forgotten? Not to mention Lorgar himself, as he also doesn't get any significant spotlight in modern 40k.

>>73570413
ask GW or that they didn't know what Erebus did and he got dicked over too many times that no one gives a shit about him

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>>73558355
Then make it a place you can like, like OP, fren.

Bump before the thread dies and op gives up

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(Part 1/2)

5552 tried and tried again. As she expected, no one ever picked up her messages. Even Sanguinius and Horus couldn’t make him speak to her. She wasn’t asking much, all she wanted was to converse him, ask him how he was and what he was doing. This would be the same situation with Corvus, Alpharius & Omegon, and Mortarion. He would not speak to her. On a truly seldom occasion would Lion El’Jonson arrive on Terra. However, that didn’t mean she could even reach him. The captains of his legion would deny her entrance every time.

“Again?” 5552 asked.

The captain nodded solemnly. “I apologize, my Empress. Father has strictly forbidden you from meeting him.”

“Is there a reason he doesn’t wish to see me?”

“Not that I know of, my Empress.”

“Then can you at least tell him that I want to see him? Only a few minutes of his time will do. Please.” 5552 said desperately.

The captain shifted slightly, uncomfortable at the sight of the Empress pleading. Maybe she was a psycher or truly a mother of Imperium. She knew it wasn’t his fault. Yet, the captain felt guilt as if it was.

“I can only deliver him the message, but I am uncertain if he will listen to it.”

“That’s all I need. Please.”

Inside Lion El’Jonson’s quarters inside his Hunter-Class Destroyer “The Undoubted.” he contemplated as usual. Each footstep was heavy with thoughts.

>>73572132

(Part 2/2)

“My Primarch. Our Empress has a message for you.”

“If it is the same message as last time, I don’t need it. Leave.” Lion El’Jonson said. “How is she?”

“She is healthy, no injuries or illness far as I could tell.”

Lion El’Jonson knew his “mother” was an important figure. She was the rope that tied his brothers together. If she was cut, all would be loose back to how it was.

That’s why he couldn’t speak to her, not now at least. He relied on his wits and instinct alone in the deadly forest of Caliban. Now, his instinct spoke to him again, screaming at him. Mother was in danger, and the threat was close, hiding in plain sight. Mother would be another responsibility he burdened himself with. For when she falls, so would the Imperium.

>>73572132
>>73572150

Lionel was another doozy, I tried to find a way for them to interact while sticking to his personality in the lore. None made sense to me so this is what I came up with. As always, thank yiu for sticking with the story so far. I'm half way through. Who do you want to see next?

>>73572183
>mama5 gifting Corvus a best
>mama5 gifting Russ dog treats
>mama5 gifting sang bird seeds

>>73572775
Stop being a nigger my dude. Keep going Epiecurus.

Might as well have another general thread

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(Part 1/2)

When 5552 was asked to come to see her gift she assumed it to be books. She was half correct, it was books, but also a personal library on Prospero, with books from Old Terran era. Adorned with crystals and intricate wall patterns. Magnus sat across from his mother, his chin rested on his hand that was propped up by an elbow on the arm of his chair. Like Perturabo he listened to his mother’s tale of her life. Fragmented may be, he still found a fascination with it.

“This Jesus, have you ever spoken to him?”

“Only once, he called me because I knew an apostle of him. I wish I didn’t know him.” She admitted, her hand gripped tightly around the mug. “All for thirty pieces of silver…”

“What do you mean?”

“I told you how I saw Jesus crucified. It was because of him that he was tortured.” 5552 calmly sipped on her mug. “A vile man he was.”

“Mother.” Magnus said carefully. “If I may ask, do you still remember your name?”

“Trying to get one on your mother?” 5552 asked playfully.

“Curiosity, that is all mother.” Magnus said appeasingly with a short chuckle. “If father saw you fit, you must’ve done something. Mother? Are you there?”

5552 closed her eyes. She shifted in her library to look for her names. How long has it been since she told her name? How long has it been when someone asked? “Mother” might as well have been her name. She opened her eyes, on the stack of books she saw a book that she well remembered.

“They used to call me ‘The Lady with the Lamp’. What was it… right, Florence Nightingale. That was a name I was fond of.” 5552 said, reminiscing. “ Another name I was fond of was Catherine of Siena.”

(Part 2/2) of >>73574380

“They are poetic names. What about the name you were born with?” Magnus asked.

“When you have so many names you forget which one came first, my son.” 5552 admitted. “I live long but unlike your father my body is not of an immortal warrior, I’m but a woman that happened to live long.”

“You are compassionate, unlike father. Understanding as well.”

“And you are too. You are the only son that I speak about my faith.” 5552 said. “If your brothers could be open minded as you are they would get along so much better.”

“Thank you mother. I appreciate that.”

“There’s no need to thank Magnus. I only spoke the truth.”

Magnus saw that his mother wasn’t aware of the true weight of the words, but seeing her smile was enough for him. As the comfortable silence passed the low hum of the crystal filled the room. 5552 saw a book that she never expected to see. A book written by her old old friend.

“Oh, I didn’t know you would have this one. I helped her write this book.” 5552 said.

Magnus levitated the book from her hand.

“Frankenstein? What an odd name.” Magnus said.

5552 moved her chair next to Magnus excitedly. “I’ll read it for you, this is a favorite of mine.”

>>73574380
>>73574396
Sorry if magnus looks weird. Anyways, magnus dind't deserve the dicking he got from tzeentch.

>sisters of battle's most popular hairstyle is one eye covered with side pony tail
>aprons are only sold in gold the rest are heresy

>>73574380
>>73574396
Nigga is half way through the Primarchs list is he gonna deliver?

>>73562380
Jaghatai is also on of the most sensible and mature of the primarchs,. so just knowing that she is there is enough

>>73575019
same as Lion since he wouldn't care much about that stuff

Love ur posts mama5 keep it up.

How is Robooty going to react to mama5

>>73576837
I'm curious about that too since during 30k he was still pretty close with his adoptive parents. Maybe they'll just have a nice conversation about the weather together, leaving politics out the door for the moment

>>73577027
explain?

>>73577041
Explain what?

>>73577072
weren't they dead in his early life when he was a young adult?

>>73577127
I seemed to recall that they were still alive during the great crusade, and that Reboot Gigabyte even managed to travel through a webway portal when he saw that his mother was in danger on the other side. I might be wrong tho

>>73577210
>Reboot Gigabyte
my sides are now gone, thanks anon

Are we not gonna ask if mama5 is going to fuck the emperor?

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>>73577321
You're welcome anon

>yvraine meets mama5
>"that's your mother?"
>"Yes."
>"She doesn't look over ten!"
>"She's still my mother."
>"Is your father a pedophile or something?"
>"I'm right over here."
>"..."

>>73577913
>"you look older than your mother enough to be her grandfather!"
>"She is still my mother"
>hfw

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>>73575019
I'm glad someone noticed it
>>73575545
thanks anon!
Roboute found the new implementation of a “Mother” in the Imperium to be rational. She was a niche support that provided emotional replenishment that some of his brothers needed. The rationalization he made was that of perfect sense to him.

This situation didn’t.

Respite was a seldom thing. But his work was never done. If he wasn’t fulfilling his role as the Primarch of the Ultramarines he oversaw the day to day needs of Ultramar. In his personal quarters he nearly *nearly* flinched. There she was, his “Mother”. In a simple apron with tied up hair.

“Ah Roboute, your Captain allowed me in. I hope it’s not a bother.”

“I see.” Roboute said stiffly, he made a mental note to find whichever Captain it was. He didn’t like that he wasn’t informed of important things and there was no procession. Meaning this visit was meant to be a secret.

“And you are here to discuss a matter with me?”

“No?” 5552 answered

“Why did you come here if it’s for no important reason?” Roboute asked.

“I just wanted to cook you dinner.” 5552 laid a set of simple meals. “Are you hungry?”

“I am not.”

“Oh…” 5552 looked at the meal dejectedly. “I’ll have wrapped so you can eat it later then, dear.”

Roboute pinched the bridge of his nose. Does this woman not realize he and his brothers didn’t have the flaws of a human? Nevertheless, his father appointed her as Mother of Imperium. Formality was still necessary.

“I’ll eat it now.”

5552’s face beamed up. “Really?”

“Yes.”

Roboute and 5552 sat across in a dining set that clearly wasn’t there before. If it was, he would’ve known.

“How’s work going dear?”

>>73578334

“It is going as planned.” Roboute answered, this was nothing but a glorified progress report. “There are only a few troubles.”

“What are they?”

Roboute explained, then ate, over and over. Even when the plate was clear he continued to speak about his small issues to one at large. By the time he finished he wasn’t sure why he let it all out. 5552 looked out the window, the night sky draped over the Macragge.

“My it’s already this late.” 5552 said,

She stood from her seat then beckoned Roboute to come closer. When his face was close to hers she laid a quick kiss on his cheeks and a pat on his head.

“I’ll leave you to rest, I’ll see you soon, dear.”

Roboute continued to be in his chair, stunned. There was warmth in him that he expected to never feel again. Roboute looked at the night sky, remembering his father and mother before Gallan murdered them. Roboute knew his father would be proud of what Macragge became today. Roboute opened a new parchment and an inkwell, then began to plan a procession for his mother when she would visit him again.

Roboute was fun to write and sorry for the spaghetti joke. I needed some laughter and I hope I can share the laughter to you anons too.

>>73578355
As always, any thoughts or even jokes are always appreciated. I enjoy reading the,

>>73567450
no u

Bump

I half expected Magnus to be livid knowing he had locked up his new mother and that she has died from starvation multiple times. It would make for an awkward reunion

>>73567503

fuck erebus

bump

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(sorry for no art things are getting busy)

The recently conquered planet became an uninhabitable world. The virus bomb ensured that. Instead of complying the petty noble chose to flee the planet then raze the planet with virus bombs so no one else would have it. 5552 requested to travel to the planet to lend aid, that was when she met her son Mortarion the first time. There weren't many words shared between Mortarion and his mother, he would follow silently and she would provide treatment along with other doctors.

The streets of what was once a city was riddled with rots and disease. The people’s faces were riddled with stumps, thousands of pores opened with oozing puss. 5552 applied bio-gel to every person she could save, removing some growth with precision use of a scalpel. Mortarion followed behind.

Moans of pain filled the silence between the son and mother. The current patient writhe in pain, foam frothing out of the child’s mouth. 5552 sighed, she closed her eyes then spoke of a language he never heard before. She then aimed her laspistol to the child’s head then pulled the trigger. Mortarion stood, his stoic visage hid his surprise.

“You could have asked me to do that, mother.” Mortarion said.

“No, I couldn’t save her, it is just that I be the one to carry this burden.” 5552 said solemnly.

The treatment was either a shaky recovery or a mercy kill. 5552 grabbed another dying man’s hand and spoke the odd language again. To every patient 5552 prayed for mercy. 5552 saved all she could, inside her temporary quarter Mortarion entered.

“Are you alright, mother?”

“I’m fine, son.” 5552 said with an enduring smile. “Sit next to me.”

“Are you sure?” Mortarion asked.

5552 lightly pulled Mortarion to her. Mortarion sat next to his mother. They shared the heavy silence together.

>>73580676
Sorry to all the Mortarion fans. I wasn’t sure how to handle him

>>73580692
you handled him wonderfully. Maybe you could have focused more on his adoptive father but what you did is great.

>>73580730
OP here, thanks anon. Mortarion was harder than I thought but I'm glad you liked it. Not sure if you're Mortarion fan or not but sorry for the lack of art. I'll get around to it after I'm done with the rest of the primarchs.

I got like 7 more to go I think. Thank you though.

Another great post. Gonna have to bump the one in the archive now

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>>73580676
pic unrelated to the story but still "canon"

>>73581603
Thanks anon

>>73579449
Me too

>>73558282
I kinda want to see a scene involving Boy and Rogal Dorn with Mama5

>>73582874
when you die so many times dying is no longer something to worry about i guess

>>73578334
>Filename
Toppest of keks

>>73574104
Bad 40k fanfic general

>>73583973
why would you bump a thread that you don't like?

>>73584046
Sometimes you just forget to do the right thing...

>>73584063
why would you bump a thread that you don't like?

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5552 rested inside her gilded cage as usual. In her times being confined in the golden jail she learned the finer things of life. Like make up. A hobby that has occupied her ever since he received the finest makeup from the Custodians and Sisters of Silence.

5552 ran her lightly colored pink lipstick carefully, skillfully like painting in a delicate canvas. Then-

“MAM!”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”

The line of the lipstick ran across her cheeks as 5552 yelped in surprise. She turned to the source of the sudden slam of her door. His blond hair flowed down with a wicked smile, baring his fangs. 5552 dab the lipstick away before speaking to Russ.

“Who is this Jesus?” Russ asked.

“N-no, it’s nothing. You are Leman Russ correct?”

The hulking giant knelt to his mother, even so he was still above her eye level, his voice was solemn like the majestic wolves of Fenris. “I’ve come te greet you as yer son. I am named Leman Russ.”

His words were difficult to understand. There was a mix of guttural accent with gothic.

5552 smiled. “Stand, a son shouldn’t kneel to his mother. I take your pledge happily.”

Russ instead remained kneeled but looked up with a smile. “No, I can see you this way better mam.”

“Oh. You do have a point. ” 5552 “What can mo- woaaah!

Russ pulled 5552 into a strong but not a bone crushing hug, then lifted her up to his arm. Like a bird perching on a tree branch. 5552 held on to Lema’s pauldrons as he ran to his ship. Leman set his mother to the ground. There, sons of Russ bowed.

>>73584494

“You are a brave one, mam. Talking to my father like that. I will prepare a great feast for you mam in Fenris someday. For now, my sons and I will welcome you as Mother of Fenris.”

5552 didn’t remember what followed after. But she woke up with the worst hangover in centuries, and she was certain that she died at least once from Fenrisian ale. The door to her room opened. Constantin entered the room silently.

“My Empress.” Constantin called gently.

“Hmm… whattt?”

“You have a meeting with the High Lords today.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. I will send my men in an hour.”

5552 buried her head to her blanket.

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>>73584494
>>73584501
Hey guys sorry for no leman russ on this one. I wanted to do something diffrent with Russ. So after doing Sanguinius I think I'm going to get on with the story. It feels like it's getting repetitive and feels like people are leaving because of it. Maybe I'll get around to the rest of the Primarchs once the story is over as well as the short story idea with kitten and boy/rogal, idk. For now, I want to thank you guys for sticking this far. I hope you'll enjoy the actual story from now on.
>>73559482
Sorry about that anon, I'll try to fix that problem.
>>73583973
>>73584063
Sorry that you two can't enjoy the story anons. I hope you can find other stories you can enjoy.

I really am thankful that you guys are following the story. And a big thank you to the anon that placed my story in 1d4chan, I feel like I'm immortalized. Again, thank you guys for sticking with me. You guys make it all possible.

Please have a pic of Mama5 when she was called Florence Nightingale aka "Lady With the Lamp".

Bump

>>73584494
I love super excited Leman

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>>73574396
Later 5552 tells Magnus of another book she helped an old friend named Ian Watson write. Magnus sits there as she regales him with all of the lurid detail she convinced Ian to include in his book. Later capping the conversation with a brief comment on how Ian allowed her to use his name to publish the legendary piece itself: "Orgasmachine."

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>>73584658
I know this question would sound strange, but what's her favourite type of clothing and shoes? This could be mentioned in some story, especially when she finally got sick of those golden dresses.

Stop bumping this garbage

>>73587679
Stop breathing

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>>73584658
Dude, you can keep going however you want man. We're going to keep reading, aside from that one faggot.

>>73584501
>dying from alcohol poisoning then drinking more because she’s a perpetual
>can basically out drink Russ
>becomes queen of fenris
>first decree is that they need to take a bath once a day

Does anyone know if kikebeardia is going to do a video on this?

>>73588318
>Keep reviving a dead thread
>Why do you find this annoying bro?
You are clogging up the catalogue. This thread has a hundred posts, only 19 posters, multiple of whom don't like the thread, and has been bumped about 8 times. This thread should have died yesterday.

>>73589024
If you don’t like it then don’t bump this thread retard?

>>73585383
>Later 5552 tells Magnus of another book she helped an old friend named Ian Watson write. Magnus sits there as she regales him with all of the lurid detail she convinced Ian to include in his book. Later capping the conversation with a brief comment on how Ian allowed her to use his name to publish the legendary piece itself: "Orgasmachine."

singlehandedly indirectly brings in more slaanesh cultists

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>>73584658
don't listen to the faggots and just keep writing. Continue the story or give us more primarchs I would love either.

>>73584658
Retarded autists will always be retarded autists, so don't give a fuck about them. Your story add whole lotta wholesomeness to this board, so keep going.

>>73589048
>he doesn't know what a s*ge even is
A writefag and a newfag
or worse yet
>is a reportfag trying to get someone banned because they're calling their gay fanfic shit
>>73590197
>wholesome
this really does sound like reddit tier talk, to think we've gotten to this point...

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Upon a great conquest on a hostile planet a parade was held on Terra. 5552 was happy that her son succeeded. 5552 liked watching parades from afar. However, being a part of the parade was another issue. Constantin and Sisters of Silence held out a long gown, longer than the usual. The kind that she tripped on most of the time.

“Perhaps something shorter and practical will be more appropriate?” 5552 asked.

“It is an Honor Procession. You know this by now.”

“Of course.” 5552 said. “I’ll get ready…”

5552 made her usual strained smile during the whole parade, it was a parade, not an “Honor Procession”. 5552 knew a parade when she saw one. People of Terra showered 5552 with much fanfare and praise, in front of her was Sanguinius, happily waving to the people from the high pedestal. Their eyes met for a moment, the two exchanged quick smiles.

After the parade ended 5552 rested on the balcony, holding on to a wooden rosary she made recently. She no longer had her faith but it was comfortable to have it. She lived long enough to attain some manner of sixth sense. She just knew a chain of terrible events would occur soon.

Suddenly, a great shadow casted over, a black winged figure blocking the moonlight

>>73591300
“Mother!” Sangunius walked over to her, smiling. “Why do you appear so crestfallen?”

“I’m fine, son.” 5552 said. “Why are you here?”

“Does a son need a reason to seek his mother?”

5552 smiled, “Of course not.”

Sangunius stood next to his mother at the balcony.

“Is something wrong mother?” Sangunius asked.

“I’m fine son.” 5552 said.

“You’re not.” Sangunius. “Not when you’re staring aimlessly with a melancholic frown. You burden yourself with our worries so why can’t I do the same with you?”

“Sanguinius. Can you make a promise for your mother?”

Sanguinius cocked an eyebrow. “Of course, mother. What is it?”

“Stay with me as long as possible. Whatever obstacle you face, please don’t fall.” 5552 said.

Sanguinius laughed. “I’ve never seen you like this mother.”

“Promise me.” 5552 repeated.

Sanguinius nodded solemnly. “I will. What kind of son would I be if I can’t hold a promise?”

(sorry for no art this time guys. I want to get the story rolling now. There might be less art from now on.)

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>>73591327
>“Stay with me as long as possible. Whatever obstacle you face, please don’t fall.”

>oh no.png

>>73591359
>“I will. What kind of son would I be if I can’t hold a promise?”
>a dead one

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Sweats dripping off of her forehead 5552 sat up on her bed. She looked outside the balcony, the light outside told her it was time for her to wake up. Ever since the Council of Nikaea the relationship between the Primarchs strained despite her best efforts. In the highest tower of Monarchia, Lorgar and 5552 shared a meal. The taste was soured as she one again debated over her and The Emperor’s divinity.

“Son, your father had told you so many times to cease worshipping him as a God. What makes you believe I will agree with you?”

“You have been with humanity when it was in its cradle. Surely the gift of immortality is a sign of your divinity, mother.” Lorgar reasoned.

“No.” 5552 disagreed flatly. “That is not it. You must stop, Lorgar. I’ve only agreed to come to Monarchia to stop you before anything worse happens by your father.”

“Surely father will-”

“Son, please.” 5552 said with a calm frown. “This has gone far enough. Your father tried to reason with you multiple times. You need to stop worshipping as a god.”

“You were once one of the faithful. Weren't you, mother?”

5552 sighed. “Once. Long time ago. Do you remember when I first spoke to your father? I’ve never said religion wasn’t the problem, it was ambition and religion.”

“Even so, someone magnificent as father deserves-”

“My lord.”

>>73592520
Erebus interrupted, he bowed to the Empress. “Apologise my lord, there are some matters that you are needed to be for.”

Lorgar sighed. “I’ll be there. I apologize, mother. I will make my leave.”

“My Empress, was the food to your liking?” Erebus asked. “I’ve made it myself.”

“It was excellent Erebus, as always.” 5552 gaze sharpened to Lorgar. “Do not disappoint your father Lorgar, and me.”

As 5552 returned to Terra, a sudden drowsiness took over.

“My Empress? My Empress!”

5552 opened her eyes. “Yes?”

“You were asleep for the entire day. Are you alright?” A Custodian asked

“I must be tired... “ 5552 said. “Is there something that you need?”

“Only to announce that we’ve arrived on Terra, my Empress.”

5552 yawned. “Good, I think I’ll be going to sleep early. I just don’t know why, but I’m just so… tired.”

5552 closed her eyes, delving into a long slumber into the darkness.

Fuck Erebus...

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What does mama5 think of the Mechanicus?

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>>73593702
>turns on a cellphone after finding the right charger
>SHE IS THE OMNISSIAH MANIFESTED

>>73567503
Make it so

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The Mother of Imperium’s eternal slumber strained the strength of the rope that held the Primarchs together. It was soon discovered by Malcador that she was poisoned by the supplier of the ingredients for the meal shared with Lorgar and his mother.

“You accuse my sons and I for her illness?” Lorgar questioned. “My people are the most faithful for our Father and Mother. You dare accuse us of the entire crime of one man?”

“The man that poisoned the ingredients stated that the Empress needed to be sacrificed for The Emperor’s true ascension.” Konrad coldly replied. “If not for your ceaseless faith mother wouldn’t be the way she is now. It is your treachery that will bring death to Monarchia. Not that man”

“If you will lay your bloodied hand on Monarchia I will-”

“Do what?” Konrad questioned uncaringly. “Father has ordered me to bring punishment to your foolish capital. If you stop me or evacuate your citizens, you defy father’s order. Now stand out of my way.”

Lorgar’s teeth gritted to a hateful scowl. Despite it, he stood aside, watching Konrad leave for his ship with his sons. That day, Monarchia was no more. The icy wrath of the Night Lords was recorded to be the worst retribution the galaxy had ever witnessed.

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>>73594763

The sons of the Night Haunter knelt, silently seething in rage just like his father did. Jago Sevatarion approached his father with a solemn grimace.

“Is it time father?”

Konrad nodded, he turned to address his sons.
“My sons, our mother, the woman that stepped into the shadows to embrace us in all our bloodied glory is no longer awake. The sons of Lorgar had betrayed our mother and the Imperial Truth, and that is why the Emperor has sent us. To make a special example for all the galaxy to witness. The dogs of Fenris would only rip their throat as punishment. We will pluck out their eyes, rip their tongues, crush their innards out of their mouths and hang their mangled corpse. We will virus bomb their capital and burn it to the ground until nothing is left.Tonight, the galaxy will immortalize us as the Empress’s vengeance manifested. For the Night Mother. Rise my sons. Rise, my Night Lords.

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>>73594781
hopefully you guys are liking the story so far now that it's finally picking up the actual story. thank you for sticking with the story as always.

>>73578355
>Just as planned
I see what you did there H
>Mom's Spaghetti
A classic

is anyone going to update 1d4chan? the previous anon did it

>>73596472
Where? I'm trying to find the 1d4chan article but I've found nothing...

>>73596693
https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Parchment_and_bolter

>>73592520
Erebus you dictionary faced mad-lad

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Time was the most destructive nature of the universe. Anything that was, and what will be always disappeared over time. Soon, so would the Empress of the Imperium. Everyone would forget as time always did.

But not her sons.

“Are you certain of this?” Malcador asked. “She holds little value in the whole of the Imperium.”

“She is a Perpetual and holds many of my son’s hearts. For now she must be kept safe. Make the preparation. All my sons are out in the stars this is the only opportunity to move her without resistance from my sons.” The Emperor commanded. “Do what needs to be done.”

“If they question where she is?” Malcador questioned.

“It is for her safety. They have come to love her, if they truly value her safety they will not question me.” The Emperor. “We are close to achieving my vision, I need them focused.”

Lines of Custodians entered the Empress’s room, dimly lit by the candles on the walls. Gently, they lifted her into a gold capsule. Malcador accompanied the Custodians to the ship. On a remote moon on Saturn named Titan.

There the Custodians placed the capsule in the stasis chamber, then began their eternal guard of the Empress of Imperium. Until the Empress would reawaken or time consumes all. Only time knew the answer.

>>73598751
Thanks for write/drawfagging EpieCurus. Is this the end, or are you gonna write something like an epilogue or complete revival?

>>73598961
I got more coming up, I'm not sure if you know it or not but Titan is where the Grey Knight's fortress monastry is. So I'll leave that with you.

>>73599002
Ah. Thanks again for letting me know. Gl with the rest of the story/art.Fuck Erebus

>>73599048
no problem anon, thanks for sticking with the story

Is this just a story thread? I’m not complaining per se, just wondering.

>>73600309
yes you can find the first one here

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/73461308/

>>73600381
Cheers

I wonder is she’s met Ol’Olly, and how’d she react to his continued faith.

>>73601072
>two boomers talking about boomer things

>>73601344
>”Remember Redbull? Emp mixed it into Sanguinius’, it’s why he has wings.”

>>73601502
>remember when slavery was illegal?

>>73601541
>remember the eldar hadnt fucked the galaxy? Ol’Olly remembers

>>73601590
>Remembber when there was only one type of Eldar? Ol'Olly remembers

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++Grey Knights Garran Crowe++
++921.M41
++Sanctum Sanctorum, Aurumina Domina++

Cloaked in the shadows of Mount Anarch, the holy fortress monastery of the Grey Knights silently existed, guarding destructive artifacts and lores of old. In the deepest depths of the Sanctum Sanctorum an ancient room existed, rumored to be built by the order of The Emperor himself during the beginning of Horus Heresy.

“-save them. The Imperium will be in its full glory again.”

The raspy voice from the Blade of Antwyr whispered like nails scratching the steel surface of his mental fortress. Everyday was an eternal test of his will and prowess. Crowe entered the Supreme Grand Master’s chamber. It was rare of him to call his presence.

“Supreme Grand Master.” Crowe greeted.

Supreme Grand Master Kaldor Draigo nodded, looking out the stars in the windows. He beckoned Crowe to follow.

“Crowe. How is your spirit?”

Crowe cocked his eyebrow under his power helmet. “Stalwart.”

The Supreme Grand Master huffed lightly. “Come.”

Crowe followed the heavy steps of the Supreme Grand Master. Below the Librarium Daemon another gate stood, intricately engraved with a figure of a woman. There was wisdom in her kind smile, Crowe felt like he knew her. The ground rumbled as the gate opened.

>>73603595
“Have you heard of the Empress of the Imperium?” Draigo asked.

Crowe hid his confusion. “She is the forgotten mother of Humanity. She had love for all her sons. Only to be betrayed by the traitor Primarch Lorgar. There are no records of what happened to her after.”

“Correct, except for the last part.”

With the gate completely open Draigo and Crowe entered the dimly lit chamber. Inside of the vast space a single gold capsule stood alone. Draigo gestured to him to approach closer to the capsule. Crowe’s eyes widened. He never saw the face of the Empress, no one has in a ten millennia. There was no face ever depicted, yet he could feel it.

“This can’t be…” Crowe muttered. “She… she lives?”

“Asleep.” Draigo corrected. “Even now the betrayal of the Primarchs affects a perpetual like her. It was ten millennia ago that Malcador the Sigilite brought the Empress to Titan. It was here that began the Grey Knights.”

“If this place is holy why would you show it to me?” Crowe asked perplexedly.

“You will soon tread the eternal path of solitude.” Draigo said. “You can find respite here. Pray here, you have earned it.”

The Supreme Grand Master’s lips curved upward slightly, he patted Crowe’s pauldron then left the holy sanctum. For a moment, the vile voice of the sword stopped, drowned by the kind aura that was the Empress. He felt comfort for the first time in his life. He closed his eyes, and thanked the Emperor and the Empress for this moment.

(Hey guys OP here, I hope you guys are enjoying this story as always. What do you guys think of the story compared to the Primarchs? I would lvoe to hear your opinions.)

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its been amazing but im also afraid that this might be the last post. also i wonder which primarchs are traitor and which r loyalists

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>>73603614
You know, this abrupt jump from right before the Heresy to 40k makes one really think that many interesting plot moments are missing. It would be not a bad idea to at least present some of the events in the story.
Also, Corvus and Alpharius are missing.

>>73606043
Op said that he would skipping them after he was done with Sangunius

>>73606043
>>73584658
Read the after story post anon

These have been two golden threads, I'm bummed because by the time I get back from my trip these threads will be gone and I don't have access to tg for like a week.

Did suptg archived this yet

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OP here
>>73603773
you'll find out soon enough anon-kun
>>73606043
OP here, like the two previous anons have said I wanted to pick up the story and get it going. I made the abrupt jump on purpose so you can discover with 5552 and to watcher her suffer because where's fun in knowing then seeing someone react when you can find out together and watch the devastation?
>>73607414
thanks anon, if the thread dies I'll makea new one no big deal, thanks for supporting this thread
>>73607825
I don't think so

>>73608696
Still, there were no stories concerning Alpharius and Corvus. Not sure about Horus himself, as I could simply overlook this one.

OP's pastebin
https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3

>>73608996
Sorry anon, I'll finish the rest after I finish the story most likely or make some kind of happy accident as I write.

>>73609058
Ok then...

>>73609159
>OP covers most of Primarch story with pictures
>my favorite Primarch isn’t there
>wHaT ABOuT CoRvus and AlPharius REEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>drinking with leman
>"Are ye having fun mam?"
>mama5 is limp on the floor dead of alcohol poisoning
>"Shite. She'll get back up anyways"

>>73608696
>you can discover with 5552 and to watcher her suffer because where's fun in knowing then seeing someone react when you can find out together and watch the devastation?

You absolute monster.

I love you, write MOAR!

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+++The Citadel of Titan+++
++975.M41++
++Augurium++
+Prognosticator Manus+

In the highest point of the Citadel of Titan, the mirrored chamber of Augurium reamineed ever more stalwart above the toxic skies of Titan. Prognosticator Manus sensed another strange sensation of the warp. It was warm, welcoming, an obvious ruse of a daemon. The warp trembled again. His sharpened instinct grasped the trembling warp instantly. There it was again, it wasn’t a tremor but a benign shake. Prognosticator Manus wasn’t certain how to register this odd tremor. It wasn’t full of malice, and it was… close yet so faint.

“-am I?”

Manus turned sharply to the whispered voice. His battle-brothers turned to him, with just as much confusion with the same understanding. Prognosticator Captain Justician approached.

“You have moved your body sharp as if you sensed something abnormal.” The Captain stated.

“I sensed the strangest tremor here below. We must descend quickly.” Manus said psychically.

The Captain paused to sense the tremor. “It is nothing, continue your duty.”

Manus did not question the Captain, but was still confused. “Absolve me of my curiosity Captain. What is below there?”

“It is nothing to be worried about. Continue your duty and I will report to the Supreme Grandmaster.”

Captain Justician made another mental note of the tremor. Perhaps the neophyte Prognosticators didn’t sense but he knew what it was. There’s been more reports of the Empress’s presence. Soon, she would make her return soon. One day, she would awake from her eternal slumber and guide humanity’s heart once more.

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