Gal Vorbak - sketchbook

Khârn

by David Ok

Please turn off the flash on your camera his eyes are sensitive

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i like to imagine that Morty has a stinky personality in addition to just being a stinky little guy. partially inspired by @incorrect-primarchs-quotes various posts and dumb conversations me and my wife have (@valhallasoutlaw go look at her WH40k art <3)

"Traitor" Champion Consul. Only traitor iconography I see on this guy is an easily shaved down belt buckle. Guy's gonna see a lot of mileage in loyalist legions with minimal conversion.

The new rules for Emperor's Children in the new Horus Heresy book are overall pretty bad imo, but the new Fulgrim having a special rule where he can just leave the battlefield on a whim because he isn't having fun anymore and deny the opponent any victory points for killing him is *chefs kiss*

Emperor's Children Astartes are, of course, devoted to Slaanesh, and therefore to the sensation and axcess sensuality of the universe. This extends to the slightly uncommon practice of nerveblades, that is, having one's nervous system extended to wrap around the blade of one's sword, or intertwine with the teeth of a chainblade, thereby letting the bearer experience the full height of hitting someone with their very self.

A lone Lamenter retreats, screaming, pursued by an Emperor’s Children marine dual-wielding eviscerators and yelling “Bites you, bites you, bites you, bites you, bites you! >:3”

(The emote can be felt, even through the vox transmitter)

Female Perturabo by @cnmbjwx

having read several 30k books about the falls of various chaos legions, Fulgrim is SO funny because it's like:

Horus: externally has SEEMINGLY logical, well-reasoned justifications for engaging in rebellion. Post Isstvan, he is approximately the same guy as before and externally reasonable, even if he is cold, cruel, and calculating

Angron: literally exactly the same before and after rebelling, the man has a chip in his brain that makes him love murder so loyalist!Ronnie and rebel!Ronnie read basically identically. the rebellion doesn't change him that much at first in terms of the level or intensity of his murderhoboing

Magnus: the fall of the Thousand Sons is like a Shakespearean tragedy level of pride and misunderstanding, but Magnus going to Horus makes perfect sense especially considering he is literally like 20 ghosts in a trenchcoat, and he's clearly still ~trying~ to do his own fucked up version of the right thing after getting Bane'd by Russ

Fulgrim: picks up a sword and INSTANTLY becomes the most vindictive mentally unstable honors kid you've ever met. Polite art loving loyalist to BATSHIT Dorian Grey in 100 pages. Decides who will die on Isstvan III not based on their loyalties, but on who has dealt him narcissitic injuries (based on what a talking demon sword is telling him). Engages in heated debates with a portrait of himself painted in the blood and viscera of a murdered man. Stabs his captain in his quarters and gets kind of turned on about it approximately. 5 seconds after deciding to turn on the emperor. This man was a corked bottle of pure chaos just waiting for a screw and it is amazing.

Our planet was our jewel. Our people our pride. We were their champions. Their defenders against the darkness. Their sentinels of light. But we failed them...

our home defenseless....

Our people massacred...

Those that survived or were off world were taken as slaves. To pay for crimes they never committed. To pay for our sins.

No. We will scour the galaxy, planet by plant, city by city until all of our surviving people are returned home!

Our Father has given us the power to do so and if the Galaxy must burn to achieve this...then it will...

There will be no mercy for those that stand in our way!

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high-effort shitposting

GET UP!

by niellustrate

Kharn avenging Argel Tal

Finally!!! My interpretation of his perfection

Fulgrim - Primarch of the Third Legion

by John Blanche

Mortarion by Miguel Iglesias

Vorx begins to wonder if it has been some kind of cruel dream. He begins to wonder if the newcomer was a phantom sent from the heights, just another trick played by this world that loathes them. But then the cowled figure re-emerges, unbowed, tall as a sheaf of uncut corn. He looks barely troubled by his exertions. His hood has fallen back a little, revealing grey, smooth flesh. It is the most beautiful face Vorx has ever seen – like theirs, but as hard and clean as a stone.

From “Unification” by Chris Wraight