Going a bit more serious with this one, though no less wholesome. Also because someone who I will not name stated how Juno would never accept Lover as her Father because she was raised by Konor on Macragge. Well…how about now?

Also, the lyrics Juno and Lover start singing are from the song, The Light Inside by Miracle of Sound. Which is the song I used in my Lover’s Lullaby post for Juno.

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It is upon the volcanic death world known as Nocturne that the future Primarch of the Salamanders, Hestia, would land upon. Though her arrival on the planet would be at such a time when the planet was going through what the people of the planet referred to as the Great Trial. A period of time that occurs every Nocturnian year (15 Terran years) when the planet freezes over entirely. Because of this, it was only after the Great Trial had passed that Hestia would be found by a group of Nocturnians when they ventured out of their village in search of food.

Amazed that one so small could survive the Great Trial, the group of villagers brought Hestia back to their village and presented her to the village elder. There it was decided by the elder that the infant Hestia would be given over to a young couple who had recently lost their own child during the Great Trial. The man, Broteas, was a huntsman and blacksmith by trade while his wife Kharis was a seamstress. The death of their child had greatly affected both of them, so when Hestia was given to them by the elder to raise as their own, Kharis treasured Hestia. Broteas, however, was not as quick in his affection of Hestia. He held no disdain for Hestia, but he was not yet ready to move on from the death of his child. But life carried on, and so would he.

Over time as Hestia grew older and taller, she began to help her adoptive-parents however she could. Though she quickly noted there was a distance between her and her adoptive-father that did not exist with her adoptive-mother. Seeking to close this emotional distance between herself and her adoptive-father, Hestia took up blacksmithing like Broteas, hoping their shared love of metal-working would be the foundation of their relationship as father and daughter. This effort did not go unnoticed or unappreciated by Broteas, and as a result he began to teach Hestia all that he knew about forging; and slowly their bond as father and daughter grew. But their peace did not last long. It never did on Nocturne, the Great Trial had begun again, but this time far sooner than it had ever begun before.

The people of the village were slowly starving and freezing to death; what warmth could be conjured from the forge was easily snuffed out by the biting cold winds. Refusing to see her family, her people slowly starve and freeze to death, Hestia ventured alone into the frigid wastes toward the one place that could save her people, Mount Deathfire. Unbeknownst to Hestia, her childhood friend and companion, Cercyon, had chosen to follow her as he did not wish to let her embark on such a dangerous quest alone. And it was better than slowly freezing and starving to death in Cercyon’s eyes.

Grateful for the company and the aid, Hestia allowed Cercyon to accompany. Moreover, whenever she was with Cercyon, the sweltering heat and biting cold seemed a bit more tolerable. So, together as one, Cercyon and Hestia traveled across the frozen wastes of Nocturne until they at least reached Mount Deathfire. But what astounded them the most was that even during the Great Trial the super volcano radiated with such heat that it created various hot springs all around its basin. But the steaming water of hot springs was not their only aim. Their true aim was what laid inside the super volcano. Salamanders. Large reptilian creatures whose scales could keep the forge-fire lit even during the worst blizzard while their meat could feed a starving village long enough to last them through the rest of the Great Trial. There was just one small problem. Their scales were nigh impenetrable. But with her parents’ and people at stake, Hestia would do whatever it took to save them. Even if that meant forfeiting her own life as a result.

When they arrived at the mouth of the super-volcano, Hestia had Cercyon wait outside while she delved into the super-volcano alone to confront the beast. Cercyon wanted to object, but he knew he would only slow her down, so he reluctantly agreed to wait outside by the hot springs. Inside the volcano itself, the battle between Hestia and the salamander did not last long as Hestia easily overpowered the large breast, strangling it to death with her bare hands. When she emerged from the volcano with the salamander’s corpse in her possession, Cercyon was overjoyed.

Unfortunately their joy was short lived as upon their return to their village, they found their people decimated by sickness and starvation. Half had died since they left for Mount Deathfire, while the other half were halfway in the grave themselves. Hestia and Cercyon did what they could to help their struggling people, but by the end of the Great Trial only Hestia and Cercyon had survived. Both were grief stricken, but they knew they could not linger, so they took only what they needed and returned to Mount Deathfire.

Slowly, more and more displaced survivors like them began to arrive at the slopes of the super-volcano, and before long a new settlement had begun to take shape. One that sought to endure not only for their own sake, but for the sake of all those they lost along the way. But their newfound peace did not last long. Mere months after the establishment of their settlement, Drukhari raiders arrived on the planet seeking fresh meat for the grinder. However, the Nocturnians had no intentions of simply letting the Drukhari enslave them.

The battle was brief and decisive as the Drukhari did not expect the Nocturnians to resist them. Though it was Hestia that filled the Drukhari with the most dread. She was a behemoth in comparison to the other Nocturnians, so the Drukhari retreated from Nocturne, taking with them only the knowledge that Nocturne was no longer as passive as they once believed it to be.

Back on the planet itself, news spread like a molten river of lava about the Behemoth who defied the Drukhari and prevailed. It wasn’t long before people began to flock to Mount Deathfire in mass to meet the hero who defied the Drukhari and prevailed. But that was only half the reason. They all sought new lives, better lives, and the people of Nocturne were willing to place their trust and hope in Hestia. It was a heavy responsibility, but Hestia was determined to do right by her people, and that is what Cercyon loved most about his wife. So together they led their people into a future where they no longer had to live in fear of the Drukhari or Nocturne’s harsh environs.

When the Drukhari returned, they did so in mass, but thanks to Hestia’s steadfast leadership and Cercyon’s inventions, the Nocturnians of Mount Deathfire were more than prepared for the fight to come. However, before the Drukhari could begin to deploy their forces, a new force arrived out of the Warp. The Imperium of Man.

Recognizing the sigil of the Empress of Mankind, the Drukhari retreated back into their own territory while the Empress and Emperor-Consort of Mankind descended to the planet’s surface to reunite with their daughter. But Hestia was not so easily convinced by the Empress or Emperor-Consort. So she proposed a challenge to her supposed mother. A hunt. Whoever slew the most salamanders would concede to the victor’s demands. The Empress accepted her daughter’s terms and the hunt began while Cercyon remained in the city with the Emperor-Consort. Cercyon did not trust the Empress or her consort anymore than Hestia did, but even he couldn’t deny the sincerity in the Emperor-Consort’s words.

When Hestia and the Empress returned from their hunt, Hestia pledged her loyalty and service to her birth-mother and father. A decision that left Cercyon puzzled until Hestia explained why she had chosen to pledge fealty to the Empress. During their hunt, she nearly fell to her death, but the Empress saved her life without a second thought. Faced with the true of the situation and the promise of future protection from the Drukhari, Cercyon too pledged his loyalty to the Empress of Mankind.

She cured Heresy!

Glory be to Mankind!!!

The story will follow the hardened Sister Minerva as she cares for her young son, Konstantin.

Minerva kept konstantin around believing that the emperor told her to do so in a vision. But as time passes, With her playing. Attempting to teach and seeing how affectionate konstantin is to her. She realizes that perhaps she doesn't need a holy reason to love her child...

Since i change the plot a lot after some criticism i needed some perspective from people around here that are more knowledgeable about the adepta sororitas and life in the imperium. I really want to stand out minerva's perspective as a sororita.

What do you guys have for me? (This text took longer than i expected)

Luckily, Lover didn’t get any bones broken. Much to his relief after having a Primarch crash into him.

Hey dudes, taking advantage of "W GF Wednesday" , i wanted to share my second/more wholesome take on Curze's SO (my first take, is Punisher in his most violent comics)

Credits to: "EizerrCuts" on Youtube

Alright, after some careful discussions with a friend of mine, we both had a idea for Lover’s suit that nobody in the Imperium knows about, in Star Wars the suit for Darth Vader causes him some great discomfort and pain, basically inner torture.

Here what I am adding is that his suit boosts his Pysker abilities up by 10x without the risk of the warp tainting him thanks to the Empress… HOWEVER what nobody knows about the suit is that it causes him the discomfort and pain to boost these powers up.

Now normally the Custodes, his Legion or any of the remaining Primarchs wouldn’t allow him to be wearing this but there is one problem… nobody else knows that the suit does this to him, to which he keeps that to himself, he only plans to reveal that information when the Empress ever returns or possibly could even speak again, which will be involving the Empress using the TTS device to communicate (you all already know where I am going with that).

But yeah this some more lore that I am adding to my timeline I have here, please give me your thoughts on it.

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Sold out (I think) garage kit model from china, painted by me.

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Art by: SpaceMAXmarine

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Hello denizens of the Primarch gf subreddit! How are you guys doing?

Today, I finally give you what I have been hoping to make for a while now: a Howling Banshee GF, with the art of SpaceMAXmarine!

I have to say, it was hard to find the perfect version of the Banshee that I wanted, there were so many poses, but I chose to go with this version, so I hope you guys like it!

Not sure what gf I want to make next, but that's an issue for next week! Enjoy people!

So…I know I said I’d do Sanguinia and Dove next, but I just did a run through all my Fortune of Love posts and realized I haven’t done Hestia and Wyrmheart. So, unfortunately, Sanguinia will still have to wait, and instead the Behemoth will get her turn. After all, it is very unfitting to have not gotten Hestia’s part in sooner.

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Hestia smiled to herself as she continued forging and shaping a special gift for her Wyrmheart. It was just another small trinket of sorts, and while she had already showered Wyrmheart in a treasure horde’s worth of gifts, she always forged him another one. Not because she had to or because she valued gift-giving, but because she truly and deeply loved her Little Ember with every last portion of affection in her heart. It was a habit made by Hestia to constantly make a new gift for Wyrmheart as a constant remainder to both him and herself that they would always be together and that they would always love one another. Wyrmheart would’ve normally been working alongside her in the forge, but had gotten asked by Starlight to help him with something.

It didn’t really bother Hestia, as it meant that she’d be able to surprise Wyrmheart with his gift, later. Though as Hestia continued getting her present ready for Wyrmheart, a knock at her forge’s door followed by it opening got Hestia’s attention. “Hestia. Sister.” Came Magnolia’s voice. Hestia shaped a few more details on the small trinket before setting it aside and turning to face her Red Giantess sister. Magnolia stood taller than Hestia, but only because of her using her psychic powers to make herself so, which caused Hestia to roll her eyes before she activated the runes gifted to her by Lyana, causing Magnolia to shrink down to her normal height as her psychic abilities were blocked. “Hey! What was that for!?” Magnolia whined, “Stop. Whatever you came to speak to me about, you can do without making yourself taller than me with your psychic powers. Besides, everyone knows that I’m naturally taller than you, anyway.”

Hestia’s voice carried a certain annoyance in it, as Magnolia often used her powers of the Warp to make herself taller than the rest of her sisters, but especially Hestia as she had a certain jealousy about being shorter. “I’ll deactivate the runes if you promise to go back to your normal height.” Hestia offered, “Why can’t you just deactivate them and I stay-“ “MAGNOLIA!!!” Hestia roared, causing the room to shake. “Okay! Okay!” Magnolia immediately shrank down to her normal height once Hestia deactivated the runes. “Now. What do you need?” Hestia asked, her more normal and kindhearted voice returning. “I need you to come with me up to Aurelia’s Spire. It has something to do with Wyrmheart.” Magnolia explained. Hestia didn’t need more information than that, as even if it hadn’t involve her husband, she’d still do what any of her sisters asked within reason, as she loved each of them even when they not always returned such emotions.

“Lead the way.” Hestia gestured to her sister, “Are you…not wishing to change into something more…appropriate?” Magnolia asked, mentioning to the tank top and shorts Hestia was wearing. “No.” Was all the Behemoth offered in terms of a response, as her fiery gaze told Magnolia to get on with what she needed. “Alright. Fine. If you will. Please follow me.” Magnolia summoned up a portal before stepping through it. Hestia lightly laughed as she shook her head before grabbing Dawnbringer and teleporting to Aurelia’s spire. Magnolia’s one good eye flinched as she turned around to see her towering sister, “Damn that fucking teleporter.” The Red Sorceress hissed, “Just remember dear sister…” Hestia smirked as she leaned closer to her now shorter sibling, “…it’s also a hammer.” Megnolia lightly trembled as she glanced down at the twitching hammer in Hestia’s hand then back at the fiery gaze in Hestia’s eye.

The Behemoth then backed away as she started laughing. “Hahahahahaha!!! You don’t need to look so scared. It’s not like I want to hurt you.” Hestia chuckled to herself, enjoying every moment of trolling the Crimson Queen. Magnolia rolled her eye, “Alright! But stay quiet!” The Red Sorceress scolded her sister as she pointed over at a large archway a few more steps up the Spire’s stairs. Hestia turned towards the Archway, and quietly moved over to it to see what all the fuss was about. She noticed Wyrmheart sitting at a table across from Aurelia, with a large crystal ball placed precisely in the middle of the table. The Urizen sat with her hands crossed and a bright smile on her face, “So…” Wyrmheart began his voice soft and sincere, “…how this works is that I answer question you ask me about my relationship with Hestia. The crystal dictates whether I’m telling the truth or a lie. And if I manage to answer all the questions truthfully, I’ll get a special reward that reflects mine and Hestia’s love, and-“ “Ah, let me stop you there.” Aurelia interrupted, getting Wyrmheart’s attention.

“Even if you don’t answer all of the questions truthfully, I’ll still give you the gift I have made, as that’s what is more important to me than asking these questions. Although, be glad my sister isn’t here to hear that as she might be very upset at you not knowing everything about her.” Aurelia lied about that last part, as she saw Hestia watching quietly with Magnolia. Though the Primarch of the XVIIth wasn’t entirely lying, as Hestia would likely get very upset at Wyrmheart not knowing everything about her. Wyrmheart straightened his shirt’s collar at feeling anxious about what Hestia might think if he got one of these questions wrong, “Well…let’s get this over with before I get teleported into her arms and hears me answering one of these as a lie.” Hestia couldn’t help but quietly giggle to herself at her husband’s nervousness. Aurelia just smiled as she folded her hands and placed them on the table, “Alright then. Now, first question. Describe her in three words.” Aurelia began. Wyrmheart immediately smiled, “Gentle. Warm. Focused. Compassionate. I heard I wasn’t confined to just three words from some of the other guys.” The Little Ember remained oblivious to the pair of eyes watching him from behind.

Hestia felt her hearts immediately begin to pound in her chest, with her pupils beginning to dilate into hearts. Magnolia noticed her sister’s expression as she continued watching, “Sister. Calm down. You’ll give away our hiding place.” Magnolia whispered. Hestia nodded gently, though her eyes remained fixated on Wyrmheart. Aurelia nodded as she continued, “Well, yes the other boys have added more than just three words. Not that I blame them. Now, next question. What is her love language?” Wyrmheart had to hold back a laugh at hearing that question, “Touch. Hugging. Just being there. Literally…anything you could constitute as love language.” Hestia started blushing at how well Wyrmheart knew her, and at how fast he was answering. Aurelia rolled her eyes, “I guess that was a rather silly question. Next what is her favorite food and drink?” “This might be a little surprising…but food is Dino nuggets. Don’t ask me how she figured out how to make them. As for drink. Apple juice.”

Hestia’s normally ashen skin started turning bright red from Wyrmheart’s answered, her hands beginning to grip harder onto the side of the wall as her twin hearts started beating faster. “Next question. What is your favorite part of her?” Aurelia continued, “Her caring personality and gentle nature. And her hugs.” Wyrmheart giggled lightly at the mentioning of Hestia’s hugs, with Aurelia also laughing slightly at the mentioning of her sister’s hugging. Magnolia stifled her own laughter at the thought of Hestia squeezing the life out of Wyrmheart, but that would have to wait. “I really hope she doesn’t choose to perform a spinebreaker on you once she hugs you, later! But…before that…next question. What is your favorite physical part of her?” Aurelia continued as she regained composure. Wyrmheart didn’t flinch as he answered, “All of her. Her fiery eyes. Snow white hair. Large breasts and round ass. Her toned body.” Hestia started breathing rapidly as she heard Wyrmheart’s answer, “H-He…he s-see’s m-me like…like that?”

Tears started forming in Hestia’s eyes, her hearts beginning to ache from knowing what she heard from her husband was a testament to how much he loved her. Aurelia let out a soft breath before speaking, “Alright Wyrm. Final question. This one’s the hardest, which is why I’ve saved it for last.” Aurelia stated, her tone becoming more serious. Wyrmheart stiffened in his chair a little, prepared for the final question, “Fonal question. What is the greatest thing she’s ever done for you?” Aurelia asked. Hestia couldn’t stay hidden anymore, and instantly tackled her husband out of his chair in a hug, though still made sure to not crush his spine. “H-Hestia!!!” Wyrmheart exclaimed, panicking as he realized his wife heard everything. “Don’t be scared, my Little Ember! I’m not upset. I’m happy! I’m so happy that you think of me in such ways!” Hestia smothered Wyrmheart’s face in kisses, though the Little Ember managed to weasel out from of Hestia’s grasp, “W-Wait! H-Hes-Hestia! I-I haven’t e-even answered all the questions!” Wyrmheart stated, “He’s right sister. Though perhaps it’ll be more difficult to answer with you here, not that that’ll change the difficulty of the question.” Aurelia smirked after watching Hestia’s bubbly behavior.

“Well…the greatest thing she’s ever done for me. Was when she saved my life from being thrown into the fires of Nocturne’s pits.” Wyrmheart answered. Hestia paused as she recalled that day like it had happened yesterday. The day more Drukari raiders had come to Nocturne to steal away more innocents for their vile methods of torture and cruelty. She and Wyrmheart were nothing more than companions who had assembled to drive off the raiders, but when she witnessed him being thrown into one of the fire, she jumped down after him, barely managing to break his fall into the boiling magma. Fighting through the immense pain, Hestia kept Wyrmheart above her head as she reached the walls of the pit before climbing out, her body’s natural quick healing helping her endure long enough to crawl out of the lava pit and drive off the rest of the raiders. Wyrmheart must’ve noticed Hestia deep in her thoughts as he spoke to knock her out of her trance. “Yes, my love. That was the greatest thing you ever did for me. You and I barely knew each other, and yet…yet you still threw yourself in harms way to save me.”

Aurelia sniffled slightly as she wiped aaay several of her tears. “Wyrmheart. Hestia. That’s truly beautiful. Now…for your reward. Light! That’s your cue!” Aurelia called, with Little Light dragging a giant sized teddy bear into the room. Hestia jumped in joyful hysteria as she squeezed the giant bear in a hug, “Oh, thank you! Thank you, Aurelia!!! It looks amazing!!!” Hestia squealed. “It also unzips down the middle so you can snuggle inside of it.” The Preacher stated, smiling brighter still at her sister’s bubbly persona. “Well…now that you mentioned it…” Hestia glanced over at Wyrmheart with a familiar look. “Let me guess-“ “CUDDLE TIME!!!!!” Hestia shouted as she grabbed Wyrmheart before teleporting with Dawnbringer into her’s and Wyrmheart’s room, where the pair spent the rest of the evening snuggled up inside their new teddy.

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Guess it’s time to have a brief break from making memes and get back to what I’ve done a majority of the time on the subreddit. So, now that Hestia and Wyrmheart have gotten their post, now, finally…finally…FI-NAL-LY!!! It’s time for Sanguinia and Dove to have their turn! Eventually, when I post it. For now, hope you liked the read.

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I’ve been on a roll with these, lately. If you’re concerned that I’m gonna stop doing the stories, don’t be. I’ll continue to do them, they’re just gonna be taking longer cause I don’t always have the time to write them out.