>>9217049
Thank you

>>9217055
Poking Roberta's cheeks!

>>9217168
>Her cheeks are soft, though the skin is a bit dry.
>Similarly so the playful interaction does nothing to lift the exhaustion from her eyes nor slight frown from her mouth, but she does at some unexpressed level appreciate it, assuming it won't continue that is.

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all mogged by THE LIONESS

>>9217921
Not quite Size-wise, but I'm sure her sisters can appreciate her confidence if nothing else.

>>9217921
Patting her butt cheeks!

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>>9218134

>>9218135
>>9218134
The face of a very tired woman.
>"I don't have the excuse of being in stasis like my sister does."

>>9218134
>>9218135
Cute hag

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I would love to see Rule 63 of Lieutenant Titus from those Space Marine games in this style, or more non-Primarch Astartes in general.

>>9218539
>>9218507
>Sanguina was built to be an idol
>Not just an expert fighter but also makes sure she's 'inspiring' as she does so.
>Actual practices poses, strikes, and even 'entrances' to the battle field for maximum impact.
>This means you can accidentally walk in on her in front of a mirror practicing poses

>>9222327
Pity the rapesnake.

>>9222608
Its fine, she has lovely conversations with her consort('s painting)
Thats the face of a very well adjusted woman.

>>9222644
Well adjusted for 10000 years of drug abuse anyways

>>9222831
Listen, she wanted the GOOD powdered wraithbone dust and wanted to see if the Druikhari were as 'good' as they had been hyped up.
She's got plenty of sights and experiences to see show she has wonderful new stories to share back in her leisure palace.
After all, what is the fun of drugging some Sisters of Battle or seeing how the modern astartes handle a little 'foreplay' with knives if she can't go home and tell someone?

>>9222644
Sometimes, when she’s in a very good mood, she’ll bring a Ferra clone with her to join in on the conversation.

>>9222875
>"Now isn't this lovely, its just like old times! You remember my dear Anon now don't you? I must say he's weathered the ages wonderfully~."
>"Now don't mind the...work I've had done, times change and I think if we have a nice discussion, I can clear up a few grievances the...deluded have let slip."
>"You've been indisposed for quite some time dear sister, the galaxy is a new place and...Oh yes Anon, I should share her that story about the eldar....Xenos that they are, I've found their struggling modestly interesting before the true joy that is taking one of their soul stones an-WHO LEFT THAT POT THERE?!"
>"EvERy TImE it EndS LIKe thIS! WHY?"
>"WHY?"
>"WHY?"
>"-hah-....Now then....No blood on the painting? Good? You must forgive my sister Anon she...."
>"She..."
>"Forgive my...."
>The woman's too perfect features go unnaturally still, eyes but a hair too wide, the expression like freshly hardened plastic as she gazes at the painting.
>Its not doing anything
>It 'shouldn't' be doing anything, his soul bound to it in perfect, unchanging stasis, sheltered from prying demons, from mortal tools, from time itself, his expression still locked in that sunny smile as he holds a freshly gifted golden band.
>The room is silent, the only occupants consisting of they dying clone and the demon primarch herself.
>The first sounds those outside would hear would consist of shattering porcelain and cracking furniture.
>Then a shriek of sorrow that grew in tenor and volume until it was pure fury.
>A number of servants and errant passerbys would find themselves held 'accountable' for leaving a small pot which the latest clone had smashed against her head.
>Luckily for them, her fury was so great that it was a rather swift punishment, one that involved a blade to the neck before they even realized what was happening.

>>9222928
It just keeps happening.

>>9222928
Did she finally realize he’s gone forever?

>>9223712
No no no, it isn't that.
It could NEVER be that.
Its simply impossible you must understand.
She only though she heard something untoward, as if anything would even imagine expressing any amount of disapproval in her general direction.
Something about "2 sisters. 2 corpses. A terrible puppet show"
Just a figment of the mind!
No one escapes the hints of madness in 10000 years I assure you.

>>9223712
Of course not, why would he be?
He's her consort and thus, he is PERFECT as she is.
Any summation to the contrary gets someone a one way trip to the rape dimension.
He is totally there and he totally still loves her 100% She (thinks) she heard him say so last....uh....Well the warp is funny but she heard it!

>>9223720
>>9223755
Looks like she didn’t take the divorce well.

>>9223843
Divorce?
What divorce?
Don't even insinuate something so preposterous!
He would never leave her, could never leave her! It isn't possible!
She only had to seal him in the painting for his own safety! So nothing else could put him in harms way!
Especially since he was struck with that terrible terrible curse which compelled him to speak so ill of her. She'd fone everything she vould to see him cured, but even that hideous wretch Bilie insisted that these clearly intruding thoughts were somehow purely his own! Which was pattendly ridiculous, but Fabia still proved too reliably useful to be disposed of, leaving no genuine option for the preservation of his mind but being sealed within the painting! That singular moment of his existance could never be corrupted into betraying her, and coincidentally never act on it were it possible for such to happen.

>>9224183
Poor girl

>When your Alpha Legion escort kabedons you and states that she can be your Alpharius for the night and you now have to try and figure out if its one marine going AWOL or if Alpharius (or her sister) themselves have actually been playing bodyguard this whole time to spend time with you.

>>9225826
Being the world’s greatest detective is practically a requirement for being Alpharia’s consort.

>>9225873
A great detective, a skilled glowie, a guy that is just somehow able to pick out the twins.
Legitimately I think the only requirement, or at least the key one, is being able to tell the twins apart.

You probably would have HELL for a few months as they test and probe to see if he can discern which of the two is with him, when he's with one of their 'daughters', if only one of the two is with them, etc, before finally settling down and only using it to try and surprise/tease him.

>>9225898
You just need to be Columbo, or Harry from Disco Elysium.

>>9225826
>The plot twist is that (you) were Alpharius all along.

>>9226010
I like the idea of their consort teasing them about the differences between them being obvious just to get their reaction, especially if the only way they can tell the difference is the subtle disparity in how they react.

>>9224960
She used to be!
Oh does heaven know, she used to be...
But she's better now!
More beautiful, smarter, wiser, in all the ways one could ever hope to be better!
That's how that works after all.

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>>9227638

Last thread there was a bit of talk about the Lioness' Heresy, and I want to explore the topic a bit further. How specifically were the traitors convinced and turned? How invested in the effort were the traitor consorts? How much stabler do you think the Empire would be following it, compared to the original?

>>9229387
Best Wife

>>9228595
>How specifically were the traitors convinced and turned?
Convinced that the empress will have them all locked away or killed like the Thunder Amazons once her grand plan is complete.
>How invested in the effort were the traitor consorts?
I'd say most were more concerned on killing the empress instead of running a galactic empire
>How much stabler do you think the Empire would be following it, compared to the original?
About the same

>>9230562
That's a fair assessment, but I was hoping for more specifics. Sure she may stick to a theme, but the Lioness would know she couldn't convince her sisters with one workable lie, it would be much better that she wove a web of them, with angles that feed their opinions but still support each other enough in the ends to justify the means, at least to the ones that aren't so chaos corrupted that they still have their own opinions.

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>>9230556
I hope this artist does more with bulkier frames like this in the future, the art is wonderful, but its kind of odd seeing the primarchs with such delicate phyiques.

Tans are wonderful though, really hope those stay.

>>9218135
Why does her pony tail make her boobs bigger?

>>9232945
The power of image editing

>>9230556
Woah more artists getting in on this.
Does the original animu artist know what he started and does he have plans to milk it hard?
Maybe draw cultist Chan?


There’s a 1d6chan article.
We made it bros.
I don’t really like 1d6chan because the lads erased a load of original stuff that didn’t age well. It just gives off a similar impression of what happened to SCP wiki.

>>9233292
Its "our" article sure, but its not really OUR article y'know? I can appreciate that it bothers to be so close knit to the cannon, but its definitely a separated community behind it.

>>9234210
>>9235946
My beautiful bird girl

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on the subject of birb-girls

>>9237171
I feel Corva is the more authentic birdie but for what its worth the angel is always appreciated.

>>9237171
My glorious hawk girl…

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She's always better when they do her eyes right

>>9239820
Agreed

>>9240181
Mommy

>>9241545
My perfect wife!

>>9243372
>I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me.
>You know, when I left the house today I was thinking, “Damn, I really hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some fucking hallway.”
>and here we are.
>I mean really, just absolutely destroy me.
>I’m talking full on watermelon in the thighs level of carnage.
>I mean I want fighting back to just embarrass me if anything.
>And I want it to scare the shit out of me.
>I mean, I hope I piss myself.
>I hope I piss myself and you call me your little pee pee piss piss boy.
>I want you to fuck me up.
>I mean I want you to make me your bitch.
>Your little pee pee pissmyself bitch.
>I want it to get embarrassing.
>I mean like, weirdly embarrassing.
>Unsanitary too.
>Do you understand what I’m trying to say here?
>I mean I’m a real freak, I’m not normal.
>I want it to get medically inadvisable.
>I want the neighbors to worry, hell I want them to call the cops.
>And when the cops show up, I want them to worry too.
>We should be entirely different people by the end of the first 8 hours.
>You look like you’re not following.
>Are you paying attention?
>Do you understand?
>I’ve thought about this a lot, so I can go into as much detail as you need.
>I’m a real explorer.
>I do have limits, probably, I’ve just spent my whole life trying to figure out where they are. That’s why I need your help.
>Please, you have to crush me.
>It’s the only way I can find peace, ma’am.

Which fem primearch has the best breast milk
And give me and explanation

>>9245081
The Khan, raised on the Steppe as royalty, likely has breast milk that could single-handedly turn a man into a warrior.

If we are going off quantity rather than quality, Magnus' red rafts likely produce more than her sisters combined.

>>9245278
Your failiure to acknowledge Etna saddens me, though the avoidance of Mortaria is explicable.
Magna makes the most milk, but its debateable how much is actually coming from her breasts at any given moment because she is constantly fucking with all sorts of magic. Which leave highest natural production total with Etna, and sheer production total with Mortaria.
Etna mostly as a matter of sheer mass in combination with a reliable diet and regular usage, and Mortaria because the Grandmother Nurgle bears her gifts through all available means.

>>9245305
Putting aside the fact anything Nurgle touches would be rotten (and it would undoubtedly be spoiled milk), it its hypocritical to criticize Magna by questioning how much milk she is producing due to the powers of the warp while at the same time extolling the virtues of Mortaria being supplied via warp magic by way of Nurgle. Or any other Chaos goddess for that matter. Hence we can still assert that Magna more than likely produces the most due to sheer size.

>>9245476
The quality of the milk is irrelevant.
If the source of the source of the milk is not the glands within her breasts then by what merit is it her milk. That aside, EVERYONE knows that she constantly enhances her size for a more impressive presence, it is entirly predictable in accordance of that that she must be the first eliminated in any case because we can never be sure if the size of her chest has ever actually been the genuinely natural size of her chest. Godly influence aside, all magic should be respected as entirely off limits, I was willing to give the benefit of the doubt, but if the means by which nurgle enhances growth cannot be considered, then neither can Magna's own magic. Regardless of coming from a god, all magic is warp magic. And by those means, it cannot be proven if we have ever seen the genuine size of Magna's breasts at all. I was willing to give the benefit of the doubt, but in the fairness of eliminating magic no one but the empress truly know the natural size of her daughters breath, and we all know how enlightening she can be on any given topic.

>>9245608
It’s not even milk anymore. It’s cheese.

>>9245712
Its a liquid! On her... better days...

>>9245305
Upon hearing her sisters were lactating, Fulgrima began a diet designed to make her breast milk the tastiest of all her sisters. It turned out great, producing breast milk with a great flavor. No-one would tell her, of course, that Sanguinia's breast milk tastes better without the diet.

>>9246135
Fulgrima does not lactate for the possibility of stretch marks devaluing her perfect form, in any case it WOULD taste wonderfully. Sanguinia's would taste better largely for the sake of her activeness and the unique spicyness on account of radiation resistant compounds.

How would the primarchs react to being bridal carried?

>>9247639
Confusion or good hearted laughter. Especially since they’re at least twice as tall as a normal guy.

>>9249167
Lets roll!

On another note
FUCK I NEED AUTISTICALLY HORNY NIGHT LORD WOMEN.

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>>9249167

>>9249167
Rollin

>>9249167
Roll

>>9249167
From this point on I'm going to write some green pertaining to whoever I roll so there's some amount more activity in the thread.
Some lore tid bit or poem potentially.
Do not anticipate equal effort, only an amount of green.

>>9254261
>Since returning to the mortal coil, though less frequently since having been possesed by the Empress to defeat Mortaria, Roberta has been experiencing visions she can only describe as "The memories of her component selves".
>She can't manage a more specific description as most are often heavily disjointed and only share the acknowledged sensation of an experience she had before she was herself.
>She can only consiously remember a series of questions.
>She cannot remember the questions themselves, but she does know her answers– system of answers at least– those were only ever practical or impractical, effecient or ineffecient, correct or incorrect. Most of her answers at least.
>She cannot remember the answer to the 13th question.
>She knows there were many more questions, that sge had given many more answers, both before and after, but her mind cannot manage the 13th question.

>>9254261
Thank you!

>>9249167
Roll again

>>9254955
>The twins are known to keep a plethora of secrets, its the entire form and function of their legion after all. All lies and cover ups the whole way through.
>But they have one secret kept in tighter wraps than any other. One secret kept from their legion, their mother, even the sigilite. Perhaps the single most defended piece of information in the entire imperium throughout the whole of its existance.
>A deep intimate attraction for eachother and their sisters. Manifesting as an ever expanding collection of images, vox recordings, all forms of available visual and audible media. Detailing everything from them scantily clad in sleep wear or the skin tight suits of their under armor, to moments between the individual and their consorts, even many occasions of more personal desires being sated alone.
>Even of themselves browsing their own collection, and countless others from bafflingly precise angles and frankly positions that should be all but entirely inaccessible, even to their intrusive prowess.
>But never the less, their collection grows further everyday.

>>9249167
Once again
Roll

>>9255639
>Stammering.
>Like running into pitch darkness. Stumblimg. Scrambling.
>The boom of thunder, the crack and flash of a gun shot. Unrewarding. Not nearly enough information provided.
>Hardly time to reflect. Hardly time to aim again. Shuffle, scuttle upright.
>Feet on the ground only to push off again. The sound of heavy foot falls and panicked breath undersells the gravity in this moment.
>A sack filled with golden ingots and a pistol one can pray is half empty proves without doubt a crime had been commited.
>The cruelty of fate dictates a crime will be punished.
>But there is no whirling sirens, no caped crusader, no hero's justice. But there is no escape either.
>A clang breaks the monotony of the panicked darkness. Hands pat across the now sealed vent access and dread floods in. They turn back, and the trugger clicks at nothing, impenetrable shadows have swallowed this night.
>Save one terrible moment, only made all the worse by its answer.
>What? Why? How?
>The briliance of lightning. En, Lightening, illuminating for the narrowest fraction of a second the horrible visage of a walking nightmare.
>Who else but her.
The moment passes more quickly than eyes can blink, but a blade sinks in as little time. Judgement is delivered, and fate takes its wicked due.

>>9249167
Another!

>>9256352
>She stared into the colorless hollowness of the skull's eye sockets. The bone was so soaked and caked in old blood that it looked nearly like a sculpture rather than the genuine article. The black of his eyeless gaze was something she wanted to wish was painted over, but all she saw was it's perfect emptiness.
>The nails were silent. Too silent. A blankness as deafening as the sockets of his eyes were blinding.
>She wanted to be mad. Angry. Furious. The manifestation of rage incarnate.
>But she couldn't.
>All that was left now was the pain and the echoes of echoes of echoes.
>She could almost remember, almost remembering his smile. Almost remember, almost remembering how he laughed. Almost remember, almost remembering, how he cried.
>She only felt so empty, and the longer she stared, the more hollow she felt. The less she couldn't remember not remembering. The more it hurt.

>>9249167
Rollin rollin rollin

>>9256689
>The heat of the forge, the ringing of metal, the crackling of fire.
>Once these were her only respite from the madness of the galaxy around her, the only peace she could find among the war torn stars.
>But not even that can put her at ease since the tragedy of Cadia.
>She could feel when it happened. When the dying soul of the world and its people sank all at once into the madness of the warp.
>She could see the Eye of Terror rend open the entire diameter of the galaxy.
>She could still hear their screaming.
>But could she have saved them? Spared them from this horror, someway, somehow?
>To that she had no answer.
>And it was that which consumed her thoughts.
>Anything she could manage to craft since that day looked like nothing but another piece of twisted slag to her. She reflexively compared them to what remained of her mother's empire, and to what sat now upon her thrown.
>'Metal' perhaps in name, and somewhere in the history of it.
>But it feels that fails to describe something in the depth of its change.
>Some might say its lost part of its 'Metalic Nature'.
>But allegory only gets us so far. Only gives so much respite. Only mends such shallow wounds.
>She knew it had long been time she raise Dawnbringer again. The fear that even now it might be too little too late was inescapable.
>She awaited the sound. More in panic than diligence now, bit it was as she promised. And if nothing else, she would keep that.

>>9249167
Rolling

>>9256917
>Petulant Woman-Child but she's also 10,000 years old so its worse by an exponential factor.
>Saying would, would get you thrown into the recreational mulcher, she doesn't waste the combat mulcher on moids

>>9249167
Rolling.
I can fix her because self insert fantasy meme.

>>9257123
>It is as arguable that she even needs fixing as it is that you would be the one to do it.
>I mean she's loyal to the empire, she's plenty effective at capturing worlds and following orders.
>But she also smells like meat, blood, whatever the fuck mjod is, and a wet dog like 90% of the time and refuses to shower shave or put on clothes unless she specifically thinks she needs to. Which as one might expect is exceedingly rare.
>But in all honesty all it might take is some belly rubs and calling her a good girl so who really knows right?

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>>9249167
Roll

>>9257650
>I still see her.
>There in the forge. Staring away in the fire. Staring across the fuel and burning coals as if another battlefield brought to bare bones and ruins.
>In those days I would march to her side. Anounce myself, and deliver my reports on the battle. It was always all the same information surely available in her own scanners, but she seemed to appreciate the dedication to do it myself. She would smile at me. Subtle, gentle, slight, much like her mother's smile, but it shone with the light of a million suns all the same.
>I was not on Istvaan when it happened. The delapidation of my flesh had caught up to me in transit, and I was being intered when the landing started, never to see the horrid battle itself from my first slumber.
>I dreamed of it though. The betrayl in her eyes, the wicked gaze of what posssesed her sister, the fire, the ruins, the tears, the hundreds upon thousands slaughtered. But it did not end there.
>I saw her body, doused in fuel, burst in flames. Marching through an absolute darkness as unbothered as she marched through hallways. I saw her cast into a fray of demons, a pure golden light becoming the rage of her orange flames.
>She maimed, she tore, she slaughtered, and she burned.
>From then she returned to her march through the darkness. But every step was less alone, every step another marine burst into veiw, burning in rank and file behind her.
>And now I see her in the forge. In the fire.
>She awaits me. My reports of the battle, my strength among her forces, she awaits me to burn.
>But she does not await my sarcophogus, this tomb of mine which had rabbed me from her side in battle before. And will not again.
>You will not wait long my primarch, the wretch within your sister has slithered into my trap in search of you and will find only me. Only flames. Only fire and death in as much as I can give such an abomination. I will not be able to save her.
>But I will have much to tell you.

>>9256929
Damn femcel. Needs correction.

>>9257791
The only potential answer is xeno penis and shes going to do literally anything but make that easy

>>9257797
Isn’t she more metal than flesh now?

>>9257808
She kept the important bits, she's not gonna risk just letting a primarch womb float around somewhere.
And she's probably a chronic masturbator so... she's still using it.

>>9257797
She just misses her hubby.

>>9258295
She killed him, with bombs.
Like, a LOOOOT of bombs.

>>9257147
>I get to feel up Viking mommy’s rugged feminine abs.
Nice.

>>9258338
He got better.

>>9258902
As much better as Living-Sainthood is, still not sure if they're on speaking terms.

>>9258938
I’m sure they’ll be okay. They’ve had a long time to move on from that.

>>9260056
I need you to consider in depth if she has literally moved on from anything at all ever even once.

>>9227638
>>9227640
kill yourself tranny

why do you still tolerate norwegian commie troon in those threads?

>>9261073
>>9261074
Because litetally who the fuck cares.
Why do you care?

>>9261105
i hate commie and trannie subversion, and she (it's a woman with grafted on sausage roll) appeared when trannies tried to subvert 4chan starting from /tg/

>>9261862
So you let them make you insufferably angry as opposed to just listening to them?
Thst picture was posted more than a month ago, and very definitely a repost from when it first appeared actual years ago.
They are not here.
You are swinging at ghosts.

>>9261074
one of the few drawfags to actually contribute stuff on a semi-regular basis

>>9249167
Here we are again
Rolling

>>9263366
I did twins and I don't wanna do em again so you're getting the stinky one

>Her head ached
>Being honest everything was some amount of sore but she didn't want to find some better solution, thus her head ached.
>If Typha was supposed to actually believed this shouldn't be happening, if she were to go by any other logic it should be worse than it is. She's been sick the last entire week, when she isn't sneezing or coughing she is very physically extracting the contents of her sinuses and having only the most wonderful time of it.
>He stomach hurts, her hair is a mess, her daughters are all worse off than when this deal started but they are at least walking.
>There's a bolt pistol on her desk...
>She picks it up, and puts it to the side of her head in one fluid motion.
>Then she feels it slot into the exposed meat of the open side of her skull.
>She pulls the trigger.
>He head aches.

I dreamt about Fem Guilliman some days ago. We were very close friends that on edge of a relationship. I think, since it was a dream. It’s the first time a dream like that happened that I can remember, it’s kinda cool, just want to share it at some place.

>>9264278
Nice

>>9270668
My beautiful wife…

>>9249167
Rollin