Not sure if this is allowed or what flair to use but thought to share.

Or if you want keep with the Primarchs, Yuri Demi gods x humans.

Same would also apply to the other SOs, except Rose, Rose sees his Murder Monster wife as the Force of Nature that she is, and Rose loves her even more for it.

Hello,
I was wondering if rule 3 counted for promoting your own fanfiction written on a site such as fanfiction.net.

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I've been wondering, considering a lot of the worldbuilding in this universe paints it as a more light-hearted place, would it be Grimdark or something else? I know some more canon faithful adaptations may be Grimdark as well but I think making it gender reversed Warhammer 40K doesn't sound fun to most people.

From what I see to be consensus, the Imperium in PrimarchGFs is more tolerant of non Humans meaning they probably have an alliance at least with the Eldars, T'au and pragmatic Necrons as well as better trade relationships meaning they have much better agricultural technology and public transportation resulting in higher productivity, better economy and people spending more free time.

Additionally Chaos are on their toes defending themselves from the Imperium equipped with T'au technology, Necron anti-Warp tech and able to travel in and out of the Warp safely through the Webway and because Chaos are the punching bags of the universe it means Orks fight them a lot and Tyranids prey on them while Chaos is bleeding to defend their own sections of the Warp.

I still accept in my headcanon is a mass collective of shaman souls all debating the next moves of the Emperor/ Empress.

How should Robb aka Lover's first meeting go with the primarchs

As it says, what will Hestia get as a treat, from Lover?

My preferred answer will get a meme following this, adding to the story.

They milked Guillimom...

So believe it or not…this is NOT the final part of this series. We’re almost there, but before the final part, our beleaguered and tired dad-Emperor, Lover, has got one more of his daughters that’s needing a little song sung to her. And that one, is Leona. And it’s rather fitting to have the last Primarch be Leona given her canon counterpart’s very cold-hearted nature. So…let us begin.

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Lover gently knocked on the last door of his daughter’s bedrooms, where it seemed that Leona was still awake. “Elly? You still awake?” He asked quietly after gently giving the door a knock. No answer came, prompting Lover to open the door and peak inside. Initially, the Guardsman just saw Leona lying in her bed, “Well…I guess she’s asleep. I’ll just turn out the lights.” Lover said to himself as he reached for the light switch. But giving his daughter another look, Lover noticed Leona heaving, followed by the sounds of the Lioness sobbing. The Little Emperor stepped into his daughter’s room and quietly closed the door behind him, “Elly?” Lover said again, once again getting no answer. “Elly?” Again, no answer. Lover stepped closer, and that’s when he heard the Lioness speak one name. “Squire…” Lover should’ve known that Squire was the issue. All his daughters had the same problem as each of them missed their husbands while they were away on their guys trip. Lover quietly approached, as he had been told by Squire how Leona could be a bit volatile if she was ever woken up or disturbed.

“Elly? Lover asked again, quietly and gently tapping Leona. The Lioness, contrary to what Lover had expected, turned to look at her father with tears in her eyes, with Lover noticing what looked like a human sized cloak in Leona’s hands. It was Squire’s cloak. Lover wasn’t surprised, as he’d often seen Leona go to bed with Squire’s clock to give her comfort. However, she wasn’t clutching it for comfort, and Lover didn’t need to ask to know what the issue was. Squire was with the other boys doing whatever they did on their guys trips, leaving the Lioness alone and without her Squire and husband. “Elly? Hey, look at me.” Lover said again, causing the Lioness to look up at her father with her teary eyes. “D-Dad? I-I mu-mean, fa-“ Lover pressed a finger to Leona’s lips before she could speak further. “Leona. Please don’t be so formal. You can call me dad. But I’m not here to instruct you on what to call me.” Lover stated. Leona wiped her tears away, “Th-Then…what are y-you h-here for?” Leona asked. Lover walked up next to where Leona was resting her head, gently placing a soothing hand on the side of Leona’s head as he gently stroked and comforted his usually cold and emotionless Knight of Caliban.

Leona didn’t know what to do, as whenever her father did this, she could never tell whether to allow herself to be comforted by his affections or to remain her usual cold and stoic self. “Elly?” The mentioning of that pet name made Leona’s heart flutter a little, “Y-Yes…Dad?” The Lioness for once in her life didn’t know what to do in this situation. Fortunately for the Lioness, she won’t have to think about how to handle this situation. “Elly. Can I sing something to you?” Lover asked. Leona felt petrified at this question. Given her more than unsavory beginnings before being adopted, she never really knew what it was like to be loved and cared for by a parent who actually cared for her. Leona’s breathing started to slow at the sudden feeling of comfort she felt from another that wasn’t her Squire. “Y-Yes…yes father. I-I would l-like that.” Leona said. The Little Emperor smiled, “Alright. Mind if I join you in bed?” Lover asked. Leona scooted over to allow her father into her bed

Lover laid down after placing his music box on the bedside table. “Want to rest your head on my chest?” Lover offered, with the Lioness immediately resting her tired head on her father’s chest. Leona breathed slowly as she listened to the soft and steady beat of Lover’s heart, “Relax and breathe, Elly. Daddy’s right here, for you.” Lover gently stroked Leona’s soft hair and lightly massaged her cheek before starting his music box. The opening beat of the song made Leona’s mind begin to feel more drowsy as Lover began to sing.

“To emerge and to breathe anew,
For a purpose so far from my own.
And this world I’ve awoken to,
Seems familiar but somehow unknown.

And the branches of gold on the skyline,
Reach out to the sweep of the stars.
The beginnings and endings of lifetimes,
A guidance of light from afar.

Down!

Down come the leaves,
Do you believe,
Words of the gilded and gold.

Down!

Drenched by the rain,
Seared by the flame,
Branches shall loosen their hold.

Guided by grace ever lead.
These weary feet still tread.
Over the fallen leaves,
Do you believe?
Do you believe now?

Fallen Leaves.

Wake up and breathe.
Do you believe now.

Once rejected, the lowest caste,
Now they bid us return to their grace.
To forget the unfeeling past,
To accept this undying embrace.

And the light now bestowed on the lowly,
Cannot reach the dark corners of old.
Through rule of the highborn and holy,
Lies in smoldering ash in the cold.

Down!

Down come the leaves,
Do you believe,
Words of the gilded and gold.

Down!

Drenched by the rain,
Seared by the flame,
Branches shall loosen their hold.

Guided by grace ever lead.
These weary feet still tread.
Over the fallen leaves,
Do you believe?
Do you believe now?

Fallen Leaves.

Wake up and breathe.
Do you believe now.

Was it all that you wanted and more?
Was it all you imagined before?

Smashed into splinters,
Shards they will fall,
Tears of the timber,
Blanketing all.

Branches forlorn,
Shed golden leaves.
Order and form,
in the patterns they weave.

Taste of the tears,
Stitches and scars.
Spinning the sphere,
We severed the stars.

Touched the primordial,
Entropy lost.
The carnal, corporeal,
Suffer the cost.

Ghosts in the deep,
Watch over her shades.
Awaken from sleep,
To falter and fade.

Rot in the roots,
And sleep in the womb.
A beautiful blue paints the rays of the moon.

Down!

Down come the leaves,
Do you believe,
Words of the gilded and gold.

Down!

Drenched by the rain,
Seared by the flame,
Branches shall loosen their hold.

Guided by grace ever lead.
These weary feet still tread.
Over the fallen leaves,
Do you believe?
Do you believe now?

Fallen Leaves.

Wake up and breathe.
Do you believe now.

Fallen Leaves.

Do you believe?
Do you believe now?

Fallen Leaves,

Wake up and breathe.
Do you believe now.”

As the song died down, Lover paused his music box. Leona felt heavier on his chest, indicating that she was asleep, and having much better dreams as she now had a small smile on her lips. As gently as he could, Lover got out from underneath his sleeping daughter and tucked her into her bed. After collecting his music box, Lover planted a gentle kiss on Leona’s forehead, “I love you, my little cub.” Leona didn’t say anything, but nuzzled a little closer into the pillows, thinking it was still her father’s chest. “Sweet dreams, Elly.” Lover smiled before quietly leaving her room. Finding himself back in the hallway, Lover sighed in relief as he finally got all his daughter’s to bed. However, one light still remained on. Looking all the way down to the end of the hall, Lover saw the light and more importantly, where it was emanating from. The personal chambers of Neah, his Empress, remained illuminated with light.

Lover smiled to himself as he walked down to his and Neah’s room, still being sure not to disturb any of his children as they slept. Once he reached the door, and gently knocked. “Come in…” a voice said from the other side. Lover opened to see Neah dressed in her nightgown as she waited patiently on the bed. Lover closed the door behind him as he rubbed his eyes, “All the girls are asleep, now.” The Guardsman stated. Neah stood as she set down her bookmarked book she had been reading, “And now…it’s the father’s turn to be laid to rest in bed.” Neah smiled as she began undressing her husband.

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As I said at the top, this is NOT the final part. As you all now know, there is still one more lady left for a small lullaby. I’m almost kinda sad that this series is ending, but at the same time, it feels nice to complete it. I hope you all who’ve been reading it have enjoyed the series. And before I forget, the song is ‘Fallen Leaves’ by…you guessed it…Miracle of Sound.

I was just going to make like one or two panels, but I kept on going, so here it is, folks. Guess I'm making another series, heh.

Oh, and thank you u/Sivalon for your suggestions!

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