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post-black crusade treat
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I've been working on this once again, it's a little bit closer to completion!
Abaddon has really become one of my favourite characters. That's it.
#warhammer 40k#ezekyle abaddon#horus lupercal#sons of horus#illustration#fan art#warhammer 30k#digital art#digital artist#work in progress#work in progress art#art#artists on tumblr#eralacrimae
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Like everyone else, I'm drooling at these figures I can't afford, BUT ALSO the Joytoy models are officially 1/18 scale SO we can use them to calculate in-armor heights for Horus and Abaddon!
Abaddon's figure is 15.6 cm tall, so Abaddon's height (including armor and topknot) is 280.8 cm, or about 9'3".
Horus' figure is 24.3 cm tall, so Horus' height (including armor and wolf pelt) is 437.4 cm, or about 14'4".
.... very, very big boys.
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Ezekyle Abaddon giving a briefing to the Luna Wolves, circa MK31:
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mr. despoiler, mr. 13 black crusades, mr. wearing his dad's hand-me-downs, Abaddon Warhammer - been chipping away at this for days, wanted to draw him proper, pose is ofc reffed from his official model. i just think he's neat.
most of my drawings of him look like this
twitter//patreon//pillowfort //ko-fi
#warhammer 40k#wh40k#abaddon the despoiler#ezekyle abaddon#blood#black legion#chaos space marines#fanart#i kick him down a flight of stairs
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Top Black Friday goodies for you among the Black Legion Astartes! Discounts across the board from the Chaos Warmaster himself!
[This is an intercepted merchandising campaign that may contain the Alpharius interference.]
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Designer: me
Illustrator: Zephyr
#abaddon#abaddon the despoiler#warhammer 40k#warhammer#meme#ezekyle abaddon#black legion#40k#art#wh40k art#warhammer art#warhammer meme
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Abaddon's Big Naturals
"Who are you? Name yourself.’
‘I used to be on thousands of hololiths across the length and breadth of the Imperium. Now you’re telling me I’m not even recognised by warriors of the Legiones Astartes.’ Our silence in response made him chuckle, dark and low. ‘How the mighty have fallen,’ he added. The warrior raked his armoured fingers through the mane of filthy hair, revealing a pitted, pale face that defied any attempt to discern his age. He could have been thirty or three thousand.
Dembski-Bowden, Aaron. The Talon of Horus (Black Legion Book 1) (S.189). Black Library. Kindle-Version.
So he was either on a lot of propaganda-posters or him standing next to Horus on Ullanor made for a lot of media-presence for First Captain Ezekyle Abaddon!
#Warhammer#Ezekyle Abaddon#Abaddon#Warmaster#Horus Heresy#Sons of Horus#Black Legion#Chaos Space Marines
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The history of that Tarik's joke about the bear
‘I wish it was only twice we had to hear it,’ put in Aximand. ‘I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard you tell that tale. It’s getting to be as bad as that joke you tell about the bear.’
‘Don’t,’ warned Loken, seeing Torgaddon about to launch into a rendition of the joke.
‘There was this bear, the biggest bear you can imagine,’ started Torgaddon. ‘And a hunter…’
The others didn’t give him a chance to continue, bundling him with shouts and whoops of laughter.
‘This is the Mournival,’ said a powerful voice and their play fighting ceased immediately.
Loken released Torgaddon from a headlock and straightened before the sound of the Warmaster’s voice. The remainder of the Mournival did likewise, guiltily standing to attention before the commander.
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#[art]#warhammer 40000#wh40k art#luna wolves#horus lupercal#adeptus astartes#ezekyle abaddon#tarik torgaddon#horus aximand#hastur sejanus#and other luna wolves#janipur and litus of the mournival
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Horus: That hammer Fulgrim made isn’t that great. I don’t see why Ferrus and Perturabo wanted it so badly.
Horus: MY weapon is much cooler.
Horus: MINE is called Worldbreaker. It can break worlds. What can Fulgrim’s hammer break? A forge. Stupid Forgebreaker.
Horus: I could break a forge, too!
Abaddon: So... did you want something, or-
Horus: I could break like SEVEN forges, Abaddon.
Abaddon: I’m going to go now, father.
Horus, clenching his fist: Seven forges.
#Warhammer 30k#Warhammer 40k#Warhammer 40000#Horus Heresy#Horus Lupercal#Luna Wolves#Primarch#Primarchs#Ezekyle Abaddon
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The real final boss of 40k
El verdadero jefe final de 40k
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Abaddon works out in this shirt, change my mind
#ezekyle abaddon#abaddon the despoiler#extremely partisan chaos hours#i'm not confrontational enough to wear it anywhere but it always tempts me
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𝐼𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠
Work in progress
#warhammer 40k#ezekyle abaddon#horus lupercal#sons of horus#horus heresy#warhammer#fanart#digital art#art#illustration#work in progress#art wip#wip#digital artist#artists on tumblr#eralacrimae
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Everybody Likes Kyle
You were woken up by a loud blare of guitars along with drums that sounded like they were urging you to jump right out of your skin.
Since that was an understandably tricky thing to do and you were not normally one for tricks, you merely jumped right out of your bed. Or well, attempted to, the mass of blankets you had wrapped yourself in like a burrito proved to be rather effective restraints, leaving you sitting upright with various fabrics coiled around your legs.
The loud groan as you rub your eyes does nothing, it neither alleviates your frustration or dispels the disoriented feeling as you try to get used to being awake in your own bedroom.
The screams then start.
Not from anyone in the building, there is no need to panic.
From whichever blasted machine that was playing the guitars and the drums at this unholy hour.
Who even manages to take a turn so far left from music to end up at… that?
Who is so rude as to play it at this ho…
You scramble for your phone. Promptly knock it to the floor. Sigh. Detangle yourself from the blankets. The screams seem to be urging you on in this totally attractive mockery of a butterfly getting out of a cocoon, weirdly enough.
Once you finally reach your phone, your knee cracking as you need to nearly crawl under your desk because why wouldn’t a completely non-spherical object tumble as far away from you as possible, and you realize it’s 11am, you feel no less irritated.
In fact, you feel more irritated. With yourself. You couldn’t even be irritated with someone else in peace.
Alright, so it wasn’t at an unholy hour that this… cacophony, because it sure as hell wasn’t music, was being played.
It was at a perfectly… holy hour?
It just still did happen to wake you up.
And for what? Who the fuck was even playing that? That never happened before, this building was rather quiet.
As if the cacophony wasn’t enough, loud thuds that sound suspiciously like heavy steps and furniture being moved around are now shuddering through the thin walls and floors and that is when you realize that 16B is finally getting a tenant.
Oh no.
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Messy bun? Check.
Leggings? Check.
Oversized T-shirt without any breakfast stains on it? Check.
Teeth brushed? Uhhh… Mouthwash gargled? Check.
Hunting down slippers that belonged to the same pair was more challenging than it had any reason to be having in mind that you possessed no canines or felines who would mess with your footwear, but once that was finally done, too, you tried not to stomp (the effect would be ruined in soft bunny slippers anyway) angrily as you went to ask your new neighbor to tone down their… music.
You nearly fell over a huge box as soon as you stepped out of your apartment. Looking down, you jumped away as a sheen of fur alerted you to the fact that this might be a pet whose temper you do not know…
Except the fur wouldn’t move. And was a giant pelt. Suspiciously looking like it used to belong to a wolf.
Then you look around the assortment of boxes, trash bags, furniture pieces, and just… stuff lying all around the hallway. The questionable taste in music your new neighbor undoubtedly had seemed to extend to furniture as well.
You were staring at a gigantic Edwardian sofa that has been through what its owner most likely considered a genius furniture flip, its upholstery a shiny black and its wooden trim an offensive gold complete with… spikes. The sofa had spikes on the top of its backrest. Cushions were strewn on it, in shades of black, gold, and red and the similarly dated cabinet with glass doors had odd symbols painted in gold on its doors, like… a circle with a bunch of arrows pointing out of its center.
Another box near the one with the wolf pelt contained leather-bound books. So far the least visually offensive or odd thing here.
And then another… was full of skulls. Fucking sk-
The man who popped out of the ajar door of 16B had to bend to walk through.
He promptly pushed aside a heavy wooden treasure chest with his foot. The chest clanked like it was full of metal.
Once fully upright, he was… terrifying.
7 feet of broad, muscled, tattooed mass.
His head was shaved on the sides, with the hair on top dyed the same offensively flaming red his sofa cushions were. It was held in a high ponytail with what looked like a metal cylinder, ornate and as edgy as the rest of him.
Piercings (yes, several) on his brow and ears. Tattoos on his entire body, including the sides of his head. Nails longer than yours on his right hand, filed into points and painted black. Short and black on his left.
He looked like one of those thirst trap alternative guys on TikTok. You always weirdly assumed those guys weren’t real.
With a slight jerk of his chin toward his new apartment, (oh lord, this is your new neighbor! Is he going to sacrifice virgins on Saturday evenings? You worked on Sunday, for fuck’s sake!) he boomed, voice deep and rough:
“Haarken, turn the music down to 16.”
Huh. 16. The music became barely audible in the hallway instantly. He renamed his Alexa into… Haarken? Could you even do that? Also, he set up his Alexa before he unpacked?
“Hello there.” The TikTok demon grinned at you, revealing a row of straight teeth with suspiciously sharp canines, like they were modded. Of course they were. Half his books are probably what sells as occult at the same stores that sell crystals to heal cancer.
“Did I wake you?”
You smooth down your hopelessly wrinkled loungewear T-shirt, a ratty piece of crap that’s gray instead of black now, with some band image that you never recognized or cared about as you dug the garment out of a bin at a thrift store ages ago, when it was still black and whole.
“Is it that obvious?” You toss back and he chuckles. He sounds weirdly menacing as he does.
“A little. I suppose you’re next door?”
He jerks his head toward your unit and you nod.
“I’m Kyle.”
He extends a shovel-sized calloused hand for a handshake. It’s very warm and just as rough as it looks.
“Kyle.” You repeat dubiously. You expected him to introduce himself as a Samael or an Asmodeus or at the very least a Constantine. Nope. Kyle.
He raises both pale eyebrows at you (Kyle is apparently a natural blonde) and you realize that he’s expecting to hear your name in return, so you provide it.
“Nice to meet you. And I apologize for waking you. If you wish to keep me company as I take all this stuff in, there will be a homemade steak in it for you.”
It’s your turn to raise both eyebrows. Kyle looks frightening but he’s apparently polite. And you can’t remember the last time you ate steak. Let alone a homemade one.
“Do you always bribe people into hanging out with you?” You sass him jokingly and a deep line forms between Kyle’s eyebrows. You weren’t able to determine his age up until that point but you suspect he may be older than he looks anyway:
“I like to think of it as an enticing offer. Works better than force or a sense of obligation, don’t you think?”
You feel a bit shitty, since you tried to make a joke but Kyle seems genuinely miffed, his large nostrils a bit flared. So you just nod.
“That’s true. I do like steak. I just hope I don’t end up in this box.”
You point at the box with skulls and the deep line between Kyle’s eyebrows disappears. Your second attempt at a joke is more successful as Kyle barks an unattractive little laugh, one of the ones that sound like a pig:
“No, those belonged to enemies. Plan on not becoming an enemy.”
It’s mighty stupid to think Kyle is kind of cute. You do so anyway.
#warhammer 40k#warhammer fanfic#40k fanfic#ezekyle abaddon#abaddon x reader#ezekyle abaddon x reader#romcom#alternate universe#space marine x reader
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Why is Abaddon the Despoiler? What did he despoil?
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EZEKYLE ABADDON from WARHAMMER 40K
JUSTIFICATION:
"Dude's already a galactic satanist failson on a millenia-old scale due to bad writing. might as well failgirlify him" - @library-seraph
Reminder: Submissions are always open! Submit here!
#could transition have saved her#ezekyle abaddon#warhammer 40k#warhammer#wh40k#warhammer wednesday#transgender#trans hc#library-seraph
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