
It seemed most fitting.
Your handsome hubby. LOL
The last one just floored me
More gems from Wowbutt Guilliman…the last one being my favorite, LOL
I dunno why this didn’t show correctly in my feed first, but thank you.
Anyway there’s more and I was thinking of getting a tweeter anyway and now I just have to do it to
stalk him and convince him to marry mework on my theoretical&practical and show support to the poor guy.Here’s some more gems :
Why is it all my sons think you have to be a sergeant to throw a grenade? What kind of ass-backwards rule is that?
— Roboute Guilliman (@AngryRoboute)//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js
Dads sword looks really cool, but it keeps lighting everything in the room on fire. Don’t think he had a lot of drapes.
— Roboute Guilliman (@AngryRoboute)//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js
I hate Cato so much.
— Roboute Guilliman (@AngryRoboute)//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js
Don’t think Cawl got my inseam quite right. #FeelingRestricted #BitBowleggedThanks #HurtstoWalk
— Roboute Guilliman (@AngryRoboute)//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js
I was just introduced to a robot skeleton that says it has our best interests at heart. Getting really hard to hide how I’m feeling today.
— Roboute Guilliman (@AngryRoboute)//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js
Stop sticking wax and paper strips ALL over yourselves. You’re a Space Marine, not a scholam project.
— Roboute Guilliman (@AngryRoboute)//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js
Edit : why won’t bloody tumblr show emebd the tweets properly urgh. Regarding Cato : me too buddy, me too.
Belisarius Cawl: Primarch, I have crafted for you this exquisite suit of artificer armor. It is modeled (somewhat transparently) upon pict-captures of the Omnissiah himself, when he strode the galaxy in the flesh.
Roboute Guilliman: Uh, thanks. That’s… a little like getting your dad’s old necktie but all right.
Inquisitor Greyfax (under her breath): We’re getting him presents?!
Saint Celestine: I present you with this halo, blessed by your Holy Father on Terra, that wards against attack and shines with His Eternal Glory.
Bobby G: Um. Did you say holy father…?
Greyfax (hissing at Cawl): You didn’t say anything about presents?!
Cawl (sotto voce): Just hurry up and give him something before he starts asking questions about the Imperial Faith
Greyfax: I, uh… I got you this… hat. (gives him her big dumb pilgrim hat)
Bobert: ….You know what, this is kind of a neat hat. Let’s go save the galaxy!
More Rooboott Guhlimahnuh (how I say it in French) silliness please!
You know what? I really think Guilliman would react like this if presented with (compared) useless/small gifts! ^^
Before he knows what’s up in the galaxy, that is..Where did he get the sword from? Also are Calgars mittens his old kit? Was he sheepishly standing there worried he was gonna lose his signature punching fists?
Calgar: (offering up the fists, teary-eyed) I… These belong to you, my Liege.
Guilliman: …You know what? You’ve really grown into them. Why don’t you keep ‘em, Sport?
Calgar: (stage whisper) I LOVE YOU, DAD
Calgar: I know they rightly belong to you, but if it is not untoward I would request that I be permitted to keep the Gauntlets of Ultramar.
Guilliman:: Your request is so granted. It would be uncouth of me to take them from you when you have put them to such fine use in your time as Master of Ultramar.
Calgar: :’)
Guilliman: Besides you seem like a handy guy to have around.
Calgar: AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Guilliman: AYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Logan Grimnar: I got your a dog. …No, wait, shit, that’s my dad never mind.

Even I’m tempted!
This ought to shake things up a bit….
I know!!!! Rules for Harlequins in Gangs of Cammorah!!!! Be still my beating heart! 😉
Techpriest and the archaic puzzle device.
Was just expanding the idea based on the previous piece with techpriest with rubiks cube.
Cute,that is all.
Stuff from my Patreon livestream sketch session for my patrons earlier today. Had much fun drawing these. I’ll be doing another livestream session tomorrow at 7PM CST on https://www.twitch.tv/lutherniel
I feel that a space marine’s birthday cake must be a serious fire hazard.
So that’s the 40k backlog I had. Thanks everyone who’s liked or commented on or reblogged stuff in the last month and a half. I don’t know if or when I’ll be writing more, but hopefully I will. I’ll be cross-posting a lot of things on my AO3 over the weekend or whenever I have time, so if you follow me there expect to be spammed but all of it will be stuff already up on tumblr.
Rather than do NaNo this year, I returned to a project from half a year ago:
The Ishtar Heresy: a fanwork-edit taking the text of the Horus Heresy series and genderswapping every single character, while changing a minimum of the rest of the content
Amaze your friends with the novelty of a 40k novel in which women actually appear. Or just a sci-fi/military novel in general where almost everyone is a woman, and no one ever feels the need to comment on this fact any more than they feel the need to justify when everyone is a man.
I’m sure there are still typos in the text, so feel free to point those out to me and I will update.
‘Laurelin of Colchis. You may consider the following. One: I entirely withdraw my previous offer of solemn ceasefire. It is cancelled, and will not be made again, to you or to any other of your fatherless bastards. Two, you are no longer any sister of mine. I will find you, I will kill you, and I will hurl your toxic corpse into hell’s mouth.’
‘You said she wasn’t dreaming, Trez.’ Sevatar spoke aloud, dead-voiced and staring at nothing. ‘You were wrong.’
‘That’s the most acid thing I’ve ever heard you say, Robouta,’ he declared. She grinned at him. ‘Brace yourself, sieur. My big sister’s come to stay. The acid is only just starting to flow.’
They will not know why we turned from the Lioness. They will know nothing of our motives, but you can know them. You can know it all. Come listen, and you will hear my secrets. Come listen, and we will talk of Lucille and Lyra La’Jonson. We will talk of schism and civil war.
And, from earlier:
I was there, the day Ishtar slew the Empress…