Minister of Blangels Propaganda

Daria | 35 | She/Her | 📍🇮🇪 | IX 🩸🪽 | Desert_Eagle on AO3 | Current obsession: Warhammer 40k | Other fandoms: Dishonored, DBH, LOTR and Silmarillion

[nikiart]

I had completely forgotten to post those but here is the art I make for my 500 followers raffle winners <3

Sister Danica for @adeline1996rudoph

Khayon for @magicalduck21

Astorath for @moj-cien

[northirish]

If we're remastering games from the 2010's how about Dishonored next

[ddeserteagle]

New Mephiston edition is beautiful 🖤

[biomecharnotaurus]

Dante wooh

[gotham-at-nightfall]

The Rise // The Fall

The Ullanor Crusade was a vast Imperial assault on the Ork Empire of the Greenskin Overlord Urrlak Urg during the Great Crusade. The Crusade included the deployment of 100,000 Space Marines, 8,000,000 Imperial Army troops, and hundreds of Imperial starships and their support personnel. The Ullanor Crusade marked the high point of the Great Crusade's vast effort to reunite the scattered colony worlds of humanity. Following the defeat of the Orks of Ullanor, the Emperor of Mankind returned to Terra to begin work on His vast project to open up the Eldar Webway for Mankind's use. In His place to command the vast forces of the Great Crusade He left Horus. Horus was granted the newly-created title of "Warmaster," the commander-in-chief of all the Emperor's armies who possessed command authority over all of the other Primarchs and every Expeditionary Fleet of the Great Crusade. Before returning to Terra to, the Emperor suggested to Horus that he rename the XVith Legion the "Sons of Horus," in honour of their Primarch and to show his preeminent place amongst the other Primarchs.

When the Emperor finally entered the throne room of the Vengeful Spirit, he saw the winged corpse of the angelic Sanguinius lying at Horus' feet. Horus called the Emperor foolish for refusing the power that the Chaos Gods offered to Men, and timid for not taming them to His will if He was truly the Master of Mankind as He claimed. Horus proclaimed that if the Emperor would kneel before him, then he would spare his life. But the Emperor, tens of millennia older than his misguided and once beloved son, knew well the ancient trap that had snared Horus. The Emperor told the corrupted Primarch that he was the deluded slave of Chaos, not its master, for no mortal could ever truly claim to be more than simply a pawn of the Ruinous Powers. Snarling, Horus hurled bolts of daemonic lightning at the Emperor, but the Emperor nullified them with His own immense psychic abilities. The die was cast. Each god-like being knew that the fate of humanity now hung in the balance.

By Xalilar

[doomedl-ove]

"are you normal about-" no I'm an insane pervert

[como-chin-gas]

[ddeserteagle]

Every day when I power up my work laptop.

[dandylyonsolarium]

The Angel of Death, doomed from the start

THIS TOOK MONTHS. THANK YOU FOR THE PTRNS FOR STAYING WITH ME AS I SLOWLY SLOWLY SLOWLY PUT THIS TOGETHER

[ddeserteagle]

GUY HALEY MY MAN YOU DELIREVED

I'm ecstatic about the fact it's Guy Haley, because no one else can do Blangels so good and so gay. Thanks the God-Emperor for these small blessings ❤️

On the other hand... Just how gorgeous this silly hatchling looks!

[crzyimp]

Anyone. Anyone in the Blood Angels arguing with each other:

[wh40kartwork]

Lamenters

by Konstantin Void

[probuccalfat]

so it has

[ddeserteagle]

Practicing facial expressions by drawing random Blangels. I'm preparing an entire snarling collection. 🧛‍♂️

[revenantwyrm]

This happens after burden of angels plot I promise i promise youuuuu

Please excuse tu'shan low amount of scarification he has WAY more

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Angron's Assault

Tarvitz heard it too and looked up in time to see a flock of World Eaters’ gunships streaking towards their position from the outskirts of the city. Gunfire came down in a burning spray, punching through the ruins around them, boring holes in the black marble of the ground. ‘Hold!’ shouted Ehrlen. Heavy fire thudded down among the World Eaters as the gunships roared overhead. Tarvitz crouched at a smashed window opening beside Ehrlen, hearing one of the World Eaters grunt in pain as a shell found its mark. The gunships passed and soared up into the sky, looping around above the shattered palace before angling down for another run. ‘Heavy weapons! Get some fire up there!’ yelled Ehrlen. Gunfire stuttered up from the gaps in partially collapsed roofs, chattering heavy bolters and the occasional ruby flare of a lascannon blast. Tarvitz ducked back from the window as return fire thundered down, stitching lines of explosions through the World Eaters. More of them fell, blown off their feet or blasted apart. One World Eater slumped down beside Tarvitz, the back of his head a pulsing red mass. The gunships banked, spraying fire down at their position. Tarvitz could see the World Eaters zeroing in on them as they flew back towards their position. Return fire lanced upwards and one gunship fell, its engine spewing flames, to smash to pieces against a burning ruin. Tarvitz could see dozens of gunships, surely the whole of the World Eaters’ arsenal. The lead Thunderhawk dropped through the ruins, hovering a few metres above the ground with its assault ramp down and bolter fire sparking around the opening. Ehrlen turned towards Tarvitz. ‘This isn’t your fight,’ he yelled over the gunfire. ‘Get out of here!’ ‘Emperor’s Children never run!’ replied Tarvitz, drawing his sword. ‘They do from this!’ No Space Marine could have survived the storm of fire that blazed away at the interior of the gunship, but it was no ordinary Space Marine that was borne within it. With a roar like a hunting animal, Angron leapt from the gunship and landed with a terrible crash in the midst of the ruined city. He was a monster of legend, huge and terrible. The primarch’s hideous face was twisted in hatred, his huge chainaxes battered and stained with decades of bloodshed. As the mighty primarch landed, World Eaters dropped from the other gunships. Thousands of World Eaters loyal to the Warmaster followed their primarch into the Choral City, accompanied by the war cries that echoed Angron’s own bestial howl as he charged into his former brethren.

It had often been said that a Space Marine knew no fear. Such a statement was not literally true, a Space Marine could know fear, but he had the training and discipline to deal with it and not let it affect him in battle. Captain Saul Tarvitz was no exception, he had faced storms of gunfire and monstrous aliens and even glimpsed the insane predators of the warp, but when Angron charged, he ran. The primarch smashed through the ruins like a juggernaut. He bellowed insanely and with one sweep of his chainaxe carved two loyal World Eaters in two, bringing his off-hand axe down to bite through the torso of a third. His traitor World Eaters dived over the rubble, blasting with pistols or stabbing with chainblades. ‘Die!’ bellowed Captain Ehrlen as the loyalists counter-charged, throwing themselves into the enemy as one. Tarvitz was used to Astartes who fought in feints and counter-charges, overlapping fields of fire, picking the enemy apart or sweeping through his ranks with grace and precision. The World Eaters did not fight with the perfection of the Emperor’s Children. They fought with anger and hatred, with brutality and the lust for destruction. And they fought with more hatred than ever before against their own, against the battle-brothers they had warred alongside for years. ~Galaxy in Flames, by Ben Counter

By Тату Мастер Москва

[dio-niisio]

All of them are idiots and i love them for that

[bunny-fair]

Lion when talking about Sanguinius: My most beloved and adored brother, why should it be me here instead of you? If only I'd been swifter, you could have lived. You were perfect in all ways, charismatic, strong, habdsome, you could sway worlds with words alone.

Lion when talking about Guilliman: Fuckin pencil pusher