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Some thoughts about a 30k/40k "Roleswap Heresy"
I know there's a "Dornian Heresy" out there and I'm certain I've seen someone's take on this concept where it was Guilliman who went 'Full Horus'. So assuming that it's a straight swap of who went Traitor and who didn't here's how I'd do things:
The Arch-Traitor role: The person who takes Horus's place in this hypothetical scenario.... I'm gonna go with Sanguinius for several reasons.
Khorne still doesn't get him this way.
The aesthetic of the fallen Angel turning on the Emperor.
We still get Horus Vs Sanguinius at the end of the siege of Terra.
Dante as Abaddon's equivalent in 40k.
Blood Angels taking the role of the Black Legion (The Black Angels?) In 40k, the go to Chaos Legion with followers of all four Gods in their ranks actually works surprisingly well....Death Company are Khorne Berserkers, the Blood Angels are a legion that degrades over time and that just feels like something Nurgle wants a piece of, Everything about the Blood Angels aesthetic and the way they're describing in the novels is just Slaanesh levels of pretty and of course they'd have winged librarian Dreadnaughts as a Tzeentch option.
Straight up Role Reversals: Because these feel like they have to be done.
The Iron Warriors and the Imperial fists would switch places....Which in 40k would mean that there's no loyalist Black Templars, at least not as an Imperial Fists successor.... Although I could imagine the role being filled by a Word Bearers successor Chapter.
The Dark Angels and the Alpha Legion....And still nobody knows which one is the loyalist. The potential for stories here would be great, because even here nobody would know where the Alpha Legions' homeworld was or where any of their successors were based; problems with the inquisition ensue.
The Four legions dedicated to the Gods:
Nurgle gets the Iron Hands - But only after Ferrus Manus dies.
Tzeentch gets the Space Wolves... and I can hear the hate coming but hear me out, it's another fun role reversal and their aesthetic lends itself well to a shamanic vibe and a style of play and general vibe that's Tzeentch but not in a thousand sons way...Hell the curse of the Wulfen could be their version of the flesh change.
Slaanesh gets the Ultramarines and this one feels right, of course the Primarch who literally wrote the book on what it is to be a Space Marine fell to the God of Excess.
Khorne gets.....And I'm gonna explain myself beforehand here. I've heard it said that if it wasn't for the Butcher's Nails Angron would have been the kindest Primarch and that he had the ability to take away the pain of others.....So I think it would be thematic to make the Salamanders Khorne's chosen Legion. They're the Burn in Kill, Maim, Burn and Demon Vulcan is a terrifying prospect.
Which leaves the White Scars and the Raven Guard to fill the roles of the Word Bearers and the Night Lords and funnily enough I could see both Legions working as a Night Lords equivalent in their own ways.
I wrote a thing. Pls read lol
Some recent Warhammer 40k Art. 1. My 40k-Sona. Yeah I'm tired of Tzeentch's bullshit XD 2. A scene from my Alternate Heresy, the Cipher Heresy >:3 3 and 4. Members of my custom Warband the Oil Weavers!
This is also why I like 40k
Like I know, this point has been done to death, but the horus heresy is familiar to Lucifers' rebellion. Like I find the 30k/40k setting the perfect blend of all the different religions I like!
I'm not a very religious person. I love stories, and all religions have their own unique takes on scientific phenomenon. They have cool monsters and gods and magic.
40k in its absurd parody blends all the craziest bits of religion and folk lore. I think that's why I latched onto it.
Okay, I'm going to preference this before I make my claim and later draw my art.
I grew up protestant (if u don't know what that is, neither do I, I think it's one of the chiller forms of Christianity though) my immediate family wasn't super religious,(my mom probably the most) but we lived in a hick town in a rural part of the USA.
I would consider myself now agnostic. When I finally figured out I was queer and trans I deconverted and was one of those raging fedora atheists for a year or two.
Then I moved halfway around the world, made a bunch of friends all with different veiw points, met the platonic soul mate, and did a lot of self refection. I let go of the rage, the anger the betrayal, and finally admitted that I didn't know the true workings of the universe.
I personally now still don't believe in God(big g) or really any other gods.
I personally believe in a more lovecraftian/cosmicism view of the universe.
Are there any true gods? Maybe. But if so, they are as alien and unknowable as the deep abyss between the stars. Personally, I don't really think they care whether you worship them or not.
Now, I'm also a proponent in calling The Abrahamic god by his "actual name" as "God" is a title, not a name. His name was/is Yahweh. Personally, i see him more a god akin to Zues and Odin.
But anyway, all this to say:
I love og Christian mythology!
Like I'm talking stuff like the tower of babble was torn down cause Yahweh was an asshole who just wanted to see what happened if everyone spoke different languages.
That same stuff where Satan/the devil/Lucifer wasn't the snake in the garden of Eden. And the snake had motherfuckin legs, and as punishment, Yahweh said, "heha crawl bitch!" And made it so snakes nolonger had legs.
Like, I loved learning all these fun things and equated them to the Greek myths of promethus, Icurus, etc. You know?
I also loved the fanfics that a lot of people just except as cannon now.
Paradise lost(gave us sympathetic Lucifer, some fire quotes, and a lot of people forget "Sin" daughter of Lucifer and guardian to the gates of hell)
Danté's divine comedy(this was a particular favourite of mine, had a kickass videogame adaptation, and help set up how a lot of fans structure hell and the sins)
The lesser and greater keys of Solomon (Gave us 72 new characters and updated lore on hell's hierarchy, as well as some angle lore and Solomon's ring!)
Like objectively, the Abrahamic faith and the offshoot(mainly Jedehisim and Christiananity, sorry I've never read the Quran) have some genuinely cool stories.
And let's not forget the cool ass artefacts. The Ring of Solomon (can bind any summoned demon into servitude, if worn on different fingers grant's different powers.) The spear of destiny(the spear tip used to peirce Jesus. It took in his demigod blood and so never rusted and could alter the course of history)
Now again, I'm going to say I do not believe any of this. If *you* do cool.
I also condemn orginised religion! People often use it to get into positions of power and abuse their followers. It is often used as a political stance as well as justification of horrid unforgivable acts.
I like the myths, legends, and stories, not the people who use them irl to hurt and take advantage of the innocent, forgotten, and the other.
This story was written by the super talented and amazing @utterimmolation
"A Chance at Redemption."
The first thing Horus noticed was the quiet.
The Warp whispered, barked, *screamed* to him constantly these days. It was harder to hear himself anymore. The Gods told him secrets and truths, but his own thoughts became quieter and heavier. He was so much more nowadays, but there was a tiny gasp buried deep within that dared to murmur that he had only diminished.
He's gotten used to pushing that doubt away. The Gods assure him of the righteousness of his path, his legacy, his drive to see the False Emperor dashed from his ostentatious chair.
But here, on one of Etheria's twelve moons, standing across from his lone sister, his head is shockingly, disconcertingly ~~mercifully ~~, *quiet*.
The siblings study each other in silence for several moments. This is one of the least developed moons of the dozen, which is no doubt why Adora had chosen it. He briefly wonders if she had rigged it to blow or perhaps intends to repay him and his Sons in kind for Istvaan but dropping nuclear armaments from orbit but dismisses the idea. Adora can be surprisingly ruthless, but she would not dare risk damage to the moons and especially not Etheria and its people.
It is a character trait that makes her predictable but dangerous, much like Vulkan: their love of mortals makes them easy to maneuver, but strikes against them must be fast, hard and final, lest they rise again with greater and overwelming fury and unfortunately, that last part has proven remarkably difficult to overcome.
"You know why I am here," he finally breaks the silence.
Adora's mouth twists. "I do," she acknowledges.
"And?"
Adora takes a half step forward, her honor guard shadowing her every twitch, like children hiding behind their mother's skirts, unwilling to let her be parted from them. He hears Abaddon scoff quietly, his First Captain disgusted at the weakness he perceives.
Horus sees what it truly is. Love, beyond reason or doubt, beyond sense. The Sons of She-Ra love her, with such intensity that to lose her risks triggering a fury to rival that of Angron himself. Of course, perhaps that is not so surprising. The Slave of Nuceria hated so much only because he had once loved so fiercely and completely that its loss had stripped him of all humanity and rendered him little more than a beast.
"You come to me with a proposition. Let me give one instead: turn away from your Rebellion. Disavow the Chaos Gods. Disavow the Emperor. Disavow the butchers and sadists and monsters you've aligned yourself with. And stay here."
Horus blinks, surprised beside himself. An appeal to him hadn't been unexpected. An opportunity to be granted asylum had. "You would welcome me to Etheria?"
"You would have to pay penance. To even *begin* to pay for the crimes you've committed, the atrocities you've done... would take millenia. But you would be free and protected from both the Warp and the Emperor. I would stand with you. You could find redemption. Could help me build a universe of connectivity, communication...love. You could find peace." The Princess of Power slowly extended her hand. "You need only ask."
The voice that has been silenced and stifled for so long under the burning Gaze of Chaos is screaming at him now, louder than it's ever been. He is abruptly aware, for the first time in weeks, how grimy and heavy his armor feels, how hungry and thirsty and tired he feels. He...he cannot remember the last time he ate. Slept.
He looks past his sister, up at the distant glow of Etheria, and remembers the peace of the world. The smiles of children. The brotherhood of Space Marines, learning, training...living. He remembers being...happy.
He looks at his sister's hand, and his soul screams at him to take it.
He swings Worldbreaker instead.
It meets her golden shield in an explosion of rainbow Warp energy, and both Primarchs are pushed back several feet. Their respective sons stumble, and many fall.
Horus looks at her and sees only sadness and pity, and he feels a hate to rival that which he feels for his very Father.
Abaddon must give the order, as the Word Bearer ships and that of Etheria's fleet begin to fire at each other. Adora has her sword now and she's coming towards him but he ~~doesn't want to fight her~~ can't waste time now, not when the Emperor's gaze searches for him and Ultramar's fleets grow closer to reinforcing Terra.
He presses the teleporter on his belt and slams back into his quarters on the *Vengeful Spirit* only to fall to his knees as the protective aura of Etheria's territory disappears and the God's Gazes return to him with renewed focus and force. They see his doubts, his fears and they sooth him even as they shred at him for his impudence.
He does not know how long he kneels in his quarters, body, mind and soul wracked by agony. He only knows his fury is incandescent when a Son arrives to inform him the World Bearer fleet has been defeated and they are in-route to Mars. He dashes the Marine and two dozen serfs against the walls before the rages abates itself even slightly, and as he makes his way ti the bridge he promises himself this:
When the Emperor lies dead at his feet, he will return, with all of his forces, and lay waste to Etheria, until its seas run red, it's sky turns black and Adora's wife is nothing more than a new carpet before his bed.
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More Fem Lorgar(Aurelia) cause im slowly falling in love with her!
Okay So im almost done with painting my FNAF inspired space marines and i obviously have been making a little crossover AU in my head as I paint.
I wanna write out a real short story to accompany it, but for my story I need a chapter of Space Marines to have.
Basically it'll be about (the chosen chapter) chasing down some rouge/heretic Astartes to an abandoned space hulk/adrift ship. Once on board both groups have to face foes that wear old oddly coloured power armor. These silent things behave more like animals than regular thinking astartes. They lash out at whatever they see and are distracted by/drawn to noise. But worse of all nothing seems to slow them down.
That isn't the only problem. As the run down old ship seems to be hiding more than just these deranged marines within and it still has some form of residual power. The hallways keep shifting and bulkheads open and seal all on their own.
I'm leaning towards the Marines Malevolent Because I hate them and would happily through them in this meatgrinder of the story but i don't know.
So if you could PLEASE give me a space marine chapter (it can be your favorite or one you despise) and it will be the one i include to survive the night!
Also, here is another older piece for your patience. My favourite m4m gay warhammer couple (sorry, Trazyn and Orikan)
I found this excerpt in the Liber Hereticus:
Yes, Saul's last thoughts were of Lucius, and the latter's betrayal caused Tarvitz the worst pain he had ever felt.
No, I definitely didn't take 4th degree emotional damage from a couple of sentences, haha, ofc not...
If you ever see the alpha legion they WANT you to see them usually followed by something horrible happening 3 systems over that Noone noticed
Having read a good number (not all) of the HH books, I have always liked how creepy the Alpha Legion were. Out of all the Traitor Legions, and in spite of the hilarious memes about them, the AL are the most disturbing to me.
I have a soft spot for the macabre degeneracy ans nihilism of the Night Lords, and I actually feel empathy for Fabius, but the Alpha Legion are the only ones who, whwn I've read about them, they've made me go: Oh now THAT is unnerving.
E.g. (spoilers) when Ingo Pech answers Grammaticus' questions in The End And The Death Vol 1. Calmly, albeit with a hint of almost paternal amusement.
An embodiment of that idiom that "the absence of evil does not mean one is good". They're not peeling off Grandma' skin, or beating Mum to death using Dad' body. But they're making moves... playing a long game...
Why .... why does this look like bricky
Guilliman: YOU BROUGHT KONRAD CURZE TO MACRAGGE?!?!
Lion:
added a dozer blade made out of the plastic vindicator siege shield and plasticard.
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Mimi-chan x Warhammer
