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@fairygodbomber
It's making me forget your face
Yrliet teaching Freiren how to shoot a gun.
by @boltertokokoro
Lone tau doing tokusatsu style poses.
by @boltertokokoro
Adeptus Administratum my beloathed 🖤
GIRL WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY KIDNAPPED A T'AU FIRE WARRIOR AND MADE HIM SLEEP NEXT TO A BUNCH OF ULTRAMARINES 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
My boyfriend, apparently
He stole a wig. He feels very pretty 😊 ignore his brother this is not about him
Reduced to numbers
Konrad Curze
by Cristian Alias
GOD… what we could’ve had…
Battle-brothers look out for one another 😊
Custodian Guard
by Oscar Obando
(based on John Blanche’s sketch)
idk which Amit I liked more. suffer them both
bro literally
XIV: Sworn enemy
"The Nails are silent in Kargos’ mind, and so is the war all around him. ‘Amit,’ he says. ‘My brother.’ And Amit, the Flesh Tearer, his arena partner for years, his own chain-brother, spits on his broken face and cuts his throat."
More drawings for the forgotten Au :3
(Also Nassir is surrounded by lil Nurglings, because he is stinky too ;3)
XVII: Sanctity
" ‘Do you know what this is, Gabriel?’ ‘The Reliquary of Amit,’ Seth said. ‘Inside there is the last of Sanguinius’ feathers. Any of the Blood would recognise it.’ Even Seth’s dour heart was stirred by the sight. <...> The feather was pure white. In the glow of the field he could see every barbule. Around the base the barbs were soft down of unimaginable delicacy, below them the shaft graduated from white to a delicate grey at the blunt tip. Its purity was marred around the top by crimson splatters – blood that gleamed, eternally wet."