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I wanted to use up some old art supplies I have and things got out of hand pretty quickly. I have actually sketched all the primarchs, but it takes me a long time to work traditionally. I’ll try to post them eventually
Lion El’Jonson
Lion would be the quiet, terrifying kind of yandere. He would not make a scene, not at first. He would simply decide you are his, and then the world would slowly, invisibly be rearranged around that fact. Anyone who tries to get too close would find themselves watched, removed, or politely and permanently discouraged. Lion would not call it possessiveness. He would call it protection.
Fulgrim
Fulgrim would be the most openly affectionate and the most dangerous about it. He would want to be admired, adored, chosen, and worshiped - especially by you. If he feels you slipping away, he would become dramatically clingier, more beautiful, more intense, more impossibly perfect in an effort to keep your attention locked on him. And if that fails, the elegance would come off very fast.
Perturabo
Perturabo would be yandere in the most suffocatingly practical way imaginable. He would not babble about destiny or romance. He would simply make sure you are never out of reach, never unsupported, never able to leave without running straight into every obstacle he has quietly arranged. He would tell himself this is efficiency. It is not efficiency. It is obsession with blueprints.
Jaghatai Khan
Jaghatai would seem free at first, almost too free to be possessive. That makes him worse. He would not cage you physically unless absolutely necessary, but he would always be there, always circling back, always knowing where you are. His yandere streak would show up as absolute certainty that no one else gets to ride beside him in your life. He would smile while making the point very clear.
Leman Russ
Russ would be feral about it. If he decides you are his, then the entire galaxy has a problem. He would be loud, jealous, and impossible to shame out of it, because he would think his devotion is obvious and deserved. Anyone trying to take you from him would get the full experience: threats, snarling, and a deeply unhealthy amount of teeth.
Rogal Dorn
Dorn would be the fortress-wall kind of yandere. He would not rage or spiral dramatically. He would simply make your world smaller and safer until there is nowhere else that makes sense except beside him. It would be very hard to tell where protection ends and possession begins, because to Dorn they are almost the same thing once he has decided that you matter to him.
Konrad Curze
Curze would be the most disturbingly intimate about it. He would already know your fears, your habits, your weaknesses, and every person who has ever made you feel unsafe. His love would come wrapped in dread, because he would believe no one can keep you safe the way he can - and maybe he is right, but in the worst possible way. He would be the sort to say he is doing this for your own good while being completely sincere and absolutely terrifying.
Sanguinius
Sanguinius would be the tragic yandere. He would start from tenderness, devotion, and a genuine desire to be worthy of your love, and then slowly tip into unbearable intensity the moment he thinks he might lose you. He would not want to frighten you, which means he would work very hard to hide how bad it gets. That makes it sadder, because his self-control would always be just one crack away from breaking.
Ferrus Manus
Ferrus would be bluntly possessive. He would not romanticize it. He would simply decide you are his person, and then anyone who interferes is an obstacle to be removed. His yandere energy would look like control, vigilance, and a frighteningly permanent sense of “this is mine now.” He would not be subtle, but he would be most effective.
Angron
Angron would be pure catastrophe. His possessiveness would be wild, violent, and impossible to reason with once triggered. He would hate the idea of losing you so much that it would turn into an instinctive need to destroy anything that threatens the bond. The terrifying part is that it would come from a place of desperate attachment, not just rage. He would cling like a wound with teeth.
Roboute Guilliman
Guilliman would be the most organized yandere imaginable. He would track, plan, anticipate, and quietly eliminate every possible risk to your presence in his life. His obsession would look almost reasonable from the outside until people realize how completely every part of his world has been structured around keeping you close. He would justify it as responsibility. It is not responsibility. It is devotion with paperwork.
Mortarion
Mortarion would be grim, heavy, and impossible to dislodge once he decides you belong with him. He would not court with flowers and warmth. He would court with endurance, proximity, and the insistence that no one else understands you the way he does. If he gets jealous, it would feel like the air itself has gone poisonous.
Magnus the Red
Magnus would be intensely aware of his own feelings and still somehow make things worse. He would want to understand the bond, name the bond, study the bond, and then accidentally become even more attached in the process. If he fears losing you, he might start trying to “solve” the relationship in a way that only makes it more obsessive. He would be the sort to say he is simply curious while being absolutely not normal.
Horus Lupercal
Horus would be dangerously charming about it. He would make you feel like the center of everything, because to him you are, and then quietly ensure no one else can compete. His yandere side would be the smoothest and therefore one of the most dangerous, because he would make possession look like romance right up until it becomes a cage with gold and velvet lining.
Lorgar Aurelian
Lorgar would make obsession into theology (as expected). He would not simply love you, he would sanctify the love, interpret it, build meaning around it, and then begin acting as though separation from you is almost a spiritual crime. He would be intensely devoted, painfully sincere, and very hard to shake once his belief takes hold.
Vulkan
Vulkan would be the softest-looking yandere and therefore one of the most alarming. He would be so kind, so warm, so protective that people might not realize how far he is willing to go to keep you close. His jealousy would be protective, his possessiveness gentle but immovable, and his devotion absolutely unbreakable. He would tell himself it is love, because it is. It is just also a little too much.
Corvus Corax
Corvus would be the shadowy, watchful yandere. He would not announce his attachment, he would monitor it. He would notice every threat before anyone else does, and he would quietly remove problems before they ever reach you. His love would feel like being followed by a guardian angel who has decided to become a nightmare to anyone else.
Alpharius Omegon
They would be almost impossible to read, which makes them even worse. Their yandere side would be hidden in layers of misdirection, fake distance, and suspiciously convenient coincidences that always keep you close. They would want you safe, yes, but also dependent, confused, and ideally unable to tell who is even managing the situation anymore. The scariest part is that they would probably think they are being subtle.
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Rampaging claw tearing the ground in its run, an heavy hot breath that still smelled like blood and flesh and an appetite that clearly still cpuld not be satiated.
You should had never come, upu should had stayed behind, behind the walls!
To run faster you had abandoned your weapon, a nog mistake, and the only thing that was keeping you alive was your smaller stature that allowed you to move under the roots of the giants trees, a shield against that beast.
Maine so thick that it seemed to be made of briers, fast and strong legs made to help the beast hunting those devilish forests despite his giant size, teeth as razor and long as a claymore, talons that you saw cut in half your poor horse. Of everything, why it must had to be a Calibanite Lion?!
Along woth your weapon, you had lost as well your cape and your helmet, far too much for your quick escape between the trees. You begged for the beast to gave up, to realasing how futile you were as a meal but it wasn't move by just hunger. Those creatures hated humans and their actions were unnatural in any possible way.
The roots became larger, thickers, now the few ray of light were able to pass throu only after another of the beast rampaging paws. You didn't had time to check, another mistake made by fear. The roots, contorted so deeply between eachother, created a deadend, a wall made of green and wood. When you realized it, you knew there was no way for you to find a way our, because the lion now was there, closer than ever. It rasped his paws around, trying ro get to you, to open his way to finally grab you and devour you.
You were stuck, stuck and dead, you told yourself while squishing yourself againt the roots, trying to get far away as possible from that monster. And everything you could think of now wasn't something nice.
You damned everything and everybody. You damned your ancenstor that had decided that this damn planet was such a good idea to live and the ones that decided to stay, your parents that had rised you to be a warrior to fight against these creatures knowing that this outcome was the most likely to happen, your friends that made you believed that you would come back home safe, your captain that made you advance despite the clues of the presence of this beast. You damned the pressure everyone gave you, the idea that being married ans having a peacefull life would had take you nowhere, that in simplicity there's no future!
And you damned yourself for not refusing everything and became a maid instead of...this.
It was awfull, youbhad nothing but regrets and the hope that that monster would kill you fastly and quickly. The paws were now close tknyou, you could feel the stench and the air cutting close to you and, stilll begging for an unpainfull death, you closed your eyes.
Earth was moved, roots were cutted and...the blow did not came. No, in an instant the quakes from the beast attacks ceased and, suddenly ,you realised that its verses were no longer a few inches from you but meters away.
You opened your eyes, the tunnels of roots wasn't blocked anymore by that beast but what was left of its roof. It...ot had gone away?
No, itvwas still near by, you could hear still its awfull sounds, the growling and the roaring, yet they sounds different. Like if it wasn't engaging a prey ,but defending .. itself?
Wait, nothing could strike down a Calibanite Lion, it was practically the most dangerous creature in the forest! What could possibly try to fight it?!...another Lion, perhaps?
Oh,fucking shit no! Saved from one and damned by another!
... It didn't sound like another Lion tho...
Whatever was struggling against the beast it sounded awfully familiar, enitting sounds like grunts and growl that were awfully human. And wirh those, roars, growl, spund of wood getting damaged by claws and something else. Like...rock?
No, impossible, there was no chance of-YOU DAMN FOOL! That was the right chance for your escape! Yes, you needed to take the diatractionbof the beast when you still could.
You needed to be carefull, now that it was still fighting against...something! You started to move, silently and fast, enough to remain unnotice. With enough luck you would had enough chances to find some members of you group that were still alive, maybe an horse or a weapon! Anything that would help you making it alive to the castle!
It was while walking towards the exit that you noticed that how quiet the forest had became... You could hear the nature, that calming one that fooled many humans before, but not any sound of the fight.
Did...someone of the two won?
You were out of the roots and even then the few ray of sun couldn't fully enter the arboreal walls. You looked around, searching for that beast and whatever had decided to confront it, but what yoi found was only the remain of the fight betweenthe two. Cuts from the lion claws deep damaging trees, the ground covered in prints and loose clods of earth, Stones now reduced to dust.
But no one in sight...GOOD!
You decided to not think about it too much, the only thing that mattered was escape from that damn forest as fast as you could!
Tou sprinted out from your hising spot, ignoring everything, even the looming shadow behind you. You realized that something wasbstill quite there when a furry carcass almost splatted you down, contenting itself to make you fall backwards.
You screamed when the contorted head of what once was one of the most deadly vreature of Caliban stared at you with empty dead eyes, its jaw open loose like if they were broken in the fight.
It...was dead... something killed it...breaking his neck and jaw...it was...
STOMP...STOMP...STOMP...
Oh...fuck...it was there....it was there! Just behind you! It was massive and it was moving towards you! And...and...
They were footsteps?
You felt then the hair escaping from your throat, the cotton of your shirt pulling hard against your neck, as you felt your body leaving the ground and slowly getting rised up in the hair. Hangling there, like a little cat holded by its neck, you finally met the creature that had fought the Calibanite Lion and won.
Long unkempt hair, dirty and covered in leaves and drippling of blood, a massive body covered in pelts, what was left of hold cloaks lost in the jungle and makeshift belts made of vines.
He was tall, awfully tall. He could easily over pass every man you had ever met and now you were swinging like a ripe fruit in front of him.
A man... he was a man...at least that what you thought he was, because his stance was everything but normal!
And...his eyes. Green like the leaves of this forest, deep, savages, they were drilling hole in your face and you couldn't help yourself but stare back in the same disbelieve. He moved you, up and down and from left to right, then suddenly closing the distance between your head and hia face, his nose now digging in your hair.
He was sniffing you...he was studying you?!
"Stop...hey- don't...no, no I-"
He kept on examing you, tossing you here and there, moving your clothes, sniffing, pinching, checking this...soft and smaller version of his reflexion that emitted those pinched and annoying screams.
"I said CUT IT OUT!"
Maybe he was far too sure that a little thing like could never harm him, because when the punch strike his nose his first reaction was narrowing his eyes in disbelief and surprise. The grip against your shirt loosen up and you met the earth in a not so elegant way, making you emitt another sound but this time of pain and discomfort.
His bears was just like his hair, uncleaned and peobably infested by some kind of parasite, yet you were able to perceive a int of color in them, an honey gold tone that was absolutely off key with his entire savage look. He moved his nose like if your punch had been a mosquito bite, looking down on you and creating those same sounds from before, like gruttural verses from his belly.
"This is a nightmare..." you sighed, exhausted and done with this entire ordeal. "Fiest the beast and now....this.....rhis man."
Man was an exageration of course, it was mostly like looking towards a full grown monkey. You atartsd to roll over to finally get up and getcaway as far as you could from there when suddenly , once again ,the ground ecsaped from your fingertips and yourself up in the hair. When he positioned you on his shoulders instead of just panicking you started to punch and kick his back and abdomen with any strenght you had left in your body.
"HEYHEYHEY NO NO DOWN! ARE YOU DEAF?! PUT ME DOWN YOU OVERGROWN PIECE OF-"
He wasn't deaf and he didn't know what it meant but clearly he preferred when you were far more silent and less feisty, he thought to himself while stopping your legs with his free arm. Seriously, you were bagging the others to come and eat you alive...
This wasn't the first time he saw someone like him, yet it was the one for him to find one that still breathed and was almost untouched. He had never been punched before, you were a strange agglomeration of fear and survival insticts, and....well you were somehow pleasant looking.
He just hoped you would stop acting like a little animal once arrived to his lair...
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The Primarch of the Luna Wolves and you, his wife, the Mother of the Legion, finally had kids.
And not just any kids. Twins: a boy and a girl.
You can't even imagine how overjoyed Horus Lupercal was when he saw them for the very first time. Following an ancient Cthonian tradition, he stayed right there by the birthing bed, watching his wife literally battle death itself to bring these babies into the world.
Horus's absolute joy was simple to explain: now he didn't have to wait or make any hard choices. Everything the Imperium, and his own soul, ever wanted happened that exact night.
A boy: the future brave, great warrior, the ultimate heir of the Imperium.
And a girl: an exquisite, sweet, and completely spoiled little princess that father Lupercal could pamper to his heart's absolute content.
But imagine the shock of their parents (and literally everyone else) when they grew up and the exact opposite happened.
The girl? An absolute menace in the best way possible. She inherited a wildly fierce and fearless streak: loud, playful, bold, and always needing to be in charge, she would literally die of boredom sitting through sewing lessons or plucking at some stupid instrument. But the second it was time for sword fighting practice? She was sprinting out the door.
Meanwhile, her brother was the complete opposite. He grew up incredibly soft-spoken and shy. A gentle melancholic who just wanted to be out in nature, he absolutely despised violence and avoided conflict like the plague. He would choose painting or playing music over brawling and martial arts any day of the week.
When it was finally time to introduce kids to the Imperium, the endless expanse of the galaxy that they (well, mostly the son, or so Horus thought at the time) were destined to rule...
(Because let's be real, Horus was wildly overconfident. He hadn't even taken over as ruler from his own father yet, but he was already busy prepping the next Master of Mankind).
...they naturally had to be introduced to their uncles, the other Primarchs. And honestly? This was the exact moment when the contrast between the twins' personalities became impossible to ignore.
Radella the name the Emperor himself bestowed upon your daughter (for some reason he actually gave a shit that Horus had kids, which honestly stressed you out a bit) instantly clicked with Leman Russ, Rogal Dorn, and Jaghatai Khan. She was just so much like them, full of that same blunt energy and absolute lack of filter.
Hanail, on the other hand, immediately gravitated toward Sanguinius (who was actually the one who gave him that name, by the way), Fulgrim, and Corvus Corax.
But there was one Primarch that both twins worshipped equally: Lion El'Jonson. His stoic calm, his sheer martial prowess, the massive forest fortresses of Caliban, it absolutely blew their little minds. And the stories he would tell them! Tales of how he survived in the deadly wilderness as a kid, fighting off wild beasts with his bare hands, or tracking a stag using three daynold prints... it just drove them both completely insane with awe.
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Ok walk with me for a second cause I'm not done with Selkie Dorn (he's on my mind constantly).
So ya know how certain penguins give their mates pretty rocks? I've a headcanon that the Imperial Fists and their successors do that- whether it's a loved one or a cherished brother, anyone who manages to get past their stoicism is gifted a beautiful, and sometimes practical, stone gift (for example my Hammers of Dorn oc gifted his lover a hand-carved sapphire book marker).
So... Selkie Dorn gifting anon a precious stone? Perhaps a fancy dagger? (As maybe a follow up to bunny-fair's mermay story?👉👈)
If you want of course! I know mermay is over but god I'm insane over your selkie Dorn. Thank you either way for sharing your art with us all! 😊
I’m always up for drawing Selkie! Dorn I love him and Bunny’s fic made me also really feral over him 😆
Honestly any pretty rock would have me over the moon but I think a dagger would be more practical for Dorn’s choice of gift. (Hand carved Sapphire bookmark is so sweet 🥺)
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When They Experience Jealousy for the First time two but this time..
I made it slightly more yandere :) I've never tried it before so tell me what you think.
The next time the Chapter serf rested a hand on your shoulder, Valius did not quietly excuse himself. He crossed the chamber in three strides, towering over both of you, his armored bulk casting a long shadow. "You are needed in the apothecarion," he told the serf, voice low and edged. The serf fled. Valius turned to you, gauntlet closing around your wrist with deliberate pressure. "You smile for me. Only me."
Quartus watched the veteran marine hand you a relic blade. The moment the older warrior’s fingers brushed yours, Quartus stepped between you. "Step aside," he said, calm and final. When the veteran hesitated, Quartus’s hand rested on the hilt of his own blade. "Now." The veteran left without another word. Quartus looked down at you, eyes dark. "No one else touches what is mine."
Decimus caught the Thunderhawk pilot laughing with you again. That night the pilot’s flight roster changed permanently. Decimus found you in the hangar, backed you against the cold hull of a Thunderhawk, and kissed you hard enough to bruise. "He won’t speak to you again," he growled against your mouth. "If he tries, I’ll break his jaw."
Scipius compiled a list. Every marine who had approached you in the last week. He presented it to you in the armory, voice flat. "These names will not seek you out again. I have made certain of it." When you asked what he meant, he simply answered, "They understand now that you belong to me."
Vespasius prayed longer that night, but the guilt did not last. The next morning he found the chaplain who had spoken with you and reminded him, quietly, of the chain of command. Later he cornered you in the chapel, one hand braced beside your head. "I will not share your smiles. Not with him. Not with anyone."
Straban saw another Heavy Intercessor reach for the same crate you carried. He moved faster, slamming the crate down between you and the other marine. "Mine," he said simply. The other Heavy backed away. Straban looked at you, expression unreadable. "I carry what is yours. And you are mine."
Telorian reassigned the Techmarine apprentice to the outer forge. When the apprentice protested, Telorian’s servo-arm pinned him against the wall. "Do not speak to them again." Later he found you alone, servo-arm still humming. "I removed the distraction," he told you. "You will remain with me. That is the only logical arrangement."
Each of them had crossed a line they could not uncross. The feeling was no longer quiet. It burned. And none of them intended to let it go.
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The giant king Perturabo, lord of a land made of fire, iron and smoke, had kidnapped the princess of the southern lands.
An evil creature that seek only malice and destruction had stole the most revered gem of the southern crown and threatened of sending his blood thirsty warriors to whoever tried to take her back.
And he's claiming she'll be his queen, willingly or not.
A complete and utterly annoying bunch of bullshits, that was Perturabo thought about those rumors.
First of all, Olympia was not a land of smoke and fire. Yes, it was built close to a vulcano, but because it was the most fertile soil that someone could obtain! Not to mention the fact that having a natural source of hot water was a bless. Not to mention that saying that was an offence to his brothers Vulkan and Ferrus, they both lived inside vulcanos because it was more practical for their work, while he preferred get to his forge while living in his comfortable palace, one he had made himself too.
Secondly, he wasn't a malice creature. He was...difficult, he had to admitted it, but he has his own reasons! And his warriors were not blood thirsty monsters! They were disciplined, strong and duty committed warriors! If he order them to obliterate a city, they do that! Of course he would had threatened the other kingdoms if they tried to attack his own!
The only truth here, was one: he did had kidnapped the princess. You.
"Come out."
His fingers drummed against the roof, strong enough to sostain his strenght but the sound was more close to a thunder.
A whimper came from the balcony, of course you would make it difficult...again.
He built you a home worthy of a palace, gardens full of plants from all over the world, rooms that could only be imagined and you preferred to stay inside that damn room like a caged animal!
...Well...he did forbidded you to even put a foot out from that palace...
"I said come out..." he almost hissed, far more annoyed with this attitude of yours. "If you don't come out I SWEAR, I'll start to shake this palace again and I WON'T fix the roof!"
More hiccups, sound of rustlings, foot that move so fast that could reminded anyone of a mouse. The courtain slowly opened, trembling hands moved the hems to gave space for the occupant of the room.
The dress you had once weared when he had took you from your room in your kingdom has been long gone from the day you arrived, burned down with everything else you owned. Jewelry, your crown, even your shoes, everything has been taken away and thrown into the fire, all while you were forced to watch and witness your old life reducing to ashes.
Now you were anothe princess, his princess. An olympian dress, long and elegant, the embrodery from the best tailors he had under his rule and colored with a soft pink shade that reminded him so much of the flowers he knew you loved so much. It was a completely different dress from the ones you had grown to use, fluttering in the sea breeze that reached the balcony, caressing and hugging your form in all your beauty. The veil behind you, entangle din your ahir, made you look like a bride, his bride.
The jewels? All his own creations, from the delicate earrings to the intricated rings. The crown on your head, that was his masterpiece. Ambers and topazes shyned under the sun like embers of a fire, the soft string of gold created like an halo of light.
You were perfect.
He would had loved to drink the image of you every time he wanted, to ignore everything and just stay close to you as much as he wnated, but...duty...
And the thousand carved stone with your image? Not even comparable to the real deal.
"There." He sighed ." Was that so difficult?"
You shifted in your feet, trying to hide the soreness of your eyes. He hated the fact that you had spent hours in endless cries instead to do things he would know you would enjoy more, like sewing, or drawing or anything else.
"I have something for you." He had always something new for you, a way to sway you. "Something nice. I know you will love it."
He rustled his hand between the layers of his chiton, searching for something that must have been extremely small for him. When he revealed to you, posing it down on the marble surface of the balcony, he revealed a box of dark wood, decorated to the sides by golden angles. It was large, yet slightly flat, like if it was made for holding something specifical...you did saw it sometime...
"Open it up." He said and, even if he tried, his flat tone was tryign to hide a certain excitement in it.
You looked at him, at the giant that once started to scream because you didn't want to try a necklace he had made you. You obliged, hands trembling for the nervousness of his piercing blue eyes against you, the same one that he shared with his warriors.
They weren't cruel, they didn't treated you bad but they were awfully cold and believed that what had happened ot you was an improvement. That you deserved to be the treasured one of their lord, that you were better here then there, that under their lord gaze you would became the perfect queen for their kingdom. And you hated how much they were fed the same lie Perturabo hold for himself.
You opened the box, revealing what you thought you would never see again.
"An...harp?" You looked at your captor, confused.
"I want you to play for me."
"I-I don't think it's-"
"I Insist."
You gulped, reaching for the instrument because what else you could do than indulge him in his whims? He could kill you, you had saw it that one time when one of his general had insulted you and proclaimed that your presence would only gain attention that they didn't need. You saw the hammer of the giant falling down so hard that even the shape of the general was obliterated, nothing remained excpet a pool of blood and something that reminded you of minced meat.
You picnhed the strings, searching for the right sound, tuning the notes and according them. Only when the sound seemed enough pleasant to your ears that you took a gulp of air and started playing it.
It was an old song, a lullaby from your home, one that you had heard many time from your mother since you were little. You remembered the stormy nights when she holded you in her arms and singed to calm you down, to allow the music to cover the rampaging storm. You remember the music slowly fading when you eyes started to close, heavy from the sleep, and the sweet scent of her parfume that would had stayed with you during the night.
Mmeories of something gone now.
Perturabo sitted down, trying to not disturb you with his echoed movements, and finally enjoyed the perfect scene in front of him.
He wished he could put that image of you on the stone, so never he could loose it on time. Your concentrated look, almost calm, while playing the harp that he had made so you could perfom for him and no one else.
You were beautifull, you were the most beautifull thing he could ever lay his eyes on and he couldn't picture now a future without you in it. He knew that your father, the King, would had send the best warriors to get you back in his castle, under his banner, and he knew that other kingdoms would had helped him in the task.
And he was ready to burn each one of them if it meant keeping you in that cage he had made for you.
If you could only see that this is perfect, that nothing of it it's wrong and you would be loved endlessly?
...No matter, you could never lkeave that place, he had made sure of that. No matter how many armies your father sent, you were meant to stay there, where he could hold you prisoner and forever cherished.
