"It Came To Me In A Dream" Is More Compelling Credentials For A Source Than Having Asked ChatGPT.

God I remembered why I hate Fulgrim slander. It's the same shit with Toreador slander, "oh the toreadors are weakling fops obsessed with their looks haha *insert shallow joke*" and it's fucking stupid

How the fuck is a bad stereotype all you're getting out of this.

You have also forgotten I, Cato Sicarius, the most important and iconic member of the most esteemed Ultramarines space marine chapter.

thanks to @moociaoafterdark for this treasure >:3c

Saw someone mention that we have ton of pretty princess Fulgrim art, but not enough dirty worker Fulgrim art, which our man canonically was in his youth at Chemos, so here you go. Primarch on repair duty, he, known to few, actually quite enjoys.

Also a bonus, because it's funny:

Ironic that this would please the Emperor more than worshiping him would.

My character, Sister Catherine, of the order of the Valorous Heart. Or simply Cate to those who know her.

She needs an origin story.

A crisis of faith. She prays for guidance to Him on Earth. Surely he would not abandon one of His faithful in their hour of need?

She knelt in the chapel of the blessed Emperor. It was a place of calm and contemplation. Sisters came here to pray. But she was here now out of desperation. She needed Him to answer her, now more than at any time in her life.

"Holy Emperor, hear my prayer. I need your guidance. I have doubt. This has plagued me for months, years even. Please, help me. Guide me. Show me the path forward."

Her head was bowed, her hands clasped tightly together, praying, and hoping for a miracle. Something to relieve her of the doubt and the anguish she felt because of it. But she was only met with the silence of the empty chapel.

"You're not going to answer me, are you?" She said out loud.

She opened her tear stained eyes and looked up at the altar.

"You're not here, are you? You're on Terra, sitting on your golden throne."

She stared at the stained glass depiction of the Emperor. Magnificent in his golden armour, surrounded by the faithful, a halo of light above his head.

"You are not a god."

She half expected to be struck down there and then. Some bolt of unimaginable power incinerating her on the spot.

"The books my family died for, they were right. You are not a god. Written in your own hand, that is what my grandmother said. The inquisition killed them, burnt at the stake as heretics.."

She was only a child, but she remembered the fires. Her mother and grandmother were consumed by the flames. The inquisitor forced her to watch. A lesson, he had said.

"It is a lie. I have lived this lie my whole life. In the schola progenium, in my order. I have prayed to you, sang praises in your name. And I have killed, all in your name. How much blood must stain my hands because of you."

She cleansed her hands each day as instructed by scripture. Clean, pristine even. If she could see the blood, she imagined it would be of the deepest, darkest, red.

"And I am damned. For what can I do? If I confess my lack of faith, they will force me to be repentia, beating myself bloody until I see the light once again. Or worse. Locked in a machine and driven insane."

She had seen the penitent engines in battle. Wild, savage things. Their pilots lost to madness.

"If I run, the inquisition will hunt me. They will likely send my own sisters after me. There is no mercy for the heretic. Isn't that what you teach?"

She knew the tortures an inquisitor could inflict first hand. Both physical and mental. She would not let that be her fate.

"Must I die for you then? Is that my only choice? Or turn to the foulness of the warp. Must that be my salvation? What vile corruption would I have to endure."

She thought about the chaos tainted cultists she had fought in the past. Barely recognisable as even human anymore. Chanting dirges to their dark gods.

"No. I would rather turn my bolt gun on myself. If you are not a god, then neither are they. The creatures of the warp will not have me. I deny them. As I deny you."

The blasphemy she spoke. She would have killed someone outright if they had spoken like this to her. Now she speaks it herself. In his own chapel, no less.

"We go to war soon. Another crusade in your name. Do you know why? Do you even care?"

In the battles ahead, how many were going to die? How many deaths would she be responsible for? All for a lie. Maybe being condemned to a penitent engine would be a blessing. They at least did not struggle with faith.

"I still have my sisters. I depend on them, as they depend on me. They will be my faith from now on, my shield. I will fight for them."

She stood. She would have to lie to her sisters and convince them her faith is strong and beyond question. What choice did she have?

The Emperor is not a god.

A simple statement, yet so powerful it could condemn an entire world. What could it do to one sister of battle?

The Emerald Wings Space Marine Chapter

Starting a lore dump on my homebrew chapter (Yes, the blog is named after them)

Founded in the Eighth Founding, the Emerald Wings were one of a few chapters created at the time to carry on the legacy of Sanguinius.

Since their founding, they have earned a reputation for a mastery of aerial warfare, making heavy use of aircraft, skimmers, and jump packs. Aircraft and jump packs in particular are central to the Emerald Wings' doctrines, to the point where they are the biggest points of divergence between the chapter and the Codex Astartes.

Note: if there is anything here that is mistranslated, please let me know.

Fortunately, indoctrinated child soldiers robbed of indivuality isn't illegal in the Imperium, either.

Are Krieg guardsmen clones? Why? Is that legal in the imperium?

Nope. Krieg uses vitae wombs (which literally appear to be artificial womb & incubation devices) to grow citizens. Unique genetic material mixed up in a science-fantasy IVF manner. There may or may not be a little genetic material from Commander Jurten (the Krieg commander who bombed the planet) mixed in with some of them, though this still doesn't make them clones.

Krieg HAS natural births, too, for the record. A number of them. Just not enough to meet the militaristic and productive needs of a desolated hell planet. Thus, the vitae wombs.

Are the vitae wombs legal? Yes (for Krieg). Are clones legal? Overwhelmingly no. Which is fine, because Kriegers aren't clones. Tube babies? yes. Indoctrinated child soldiers robbed of individuality? yes. Clones? No.

MF be like "Leandros should have gone to a chaplain or libarian and handled his suspicions of Titus in-house", and you know what? I get that. There's precedent for it. I remember reading about this big incident at the end of the Great Crusade where space marines handled suspicions of heresy in-house. I don't quite remember the name. Something starting with an "H", I think.

They're Dark Angels. Being gay is a given.

TIL that there's a canon trans Drukhari Wych Succubus. Like actually stated that she used to be male, but after reaching this rank she transitioned into being a female Drukhari and seems to be totally cool with it.

Slay.