This is how Uriel Ventris beat the Nightbringer,a Tyranids tentacle and a evil Warsmith.
The reference is 日常(Nichijou) by Kyoto Animation
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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occasionally subtle
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This is how Uriel Ventris beat the Nightbringer,a Tyranids tentacle and a evil Warsmith.
The reference is 日常(Nichijou) by Kyoto Animation
The Spear of Telesto
I finally received my masters degree, and now I'm a free person, yaaaaaay🎉 I now have free time and can draw whatever I want whenever, mwahaha
Anyway, here's a pic of Sanguinius to ✨️celebrate✨️
The Horus heresy but they are all just McDonald's employees and Horus is the assistant manager that burned down the establishment in the absence of the manager (Big E)
broke: snuggly coffee shop au
woke: deranged fast food au
was this post inspired by this youtube video thumbnail?
I did not see this image the first time this post made the rounds but HOLY SHIT
Horus has had ENOUGH and is ADDING FIRE directly to the FRENCH FRY OIL while Konrad is vibing in Waffle House.
Waffle House employees are completely unperturbed by Konrad vibing Konrad Style™. He's nothing compared to the Sunday brunch crowd.
Big old cat with bed hair
Tagging you @sw00nii thanks for giving me the courage to draw primarchs!
Wow thanks for the ingot man let me just inspect the quality real quick
Dude come on
He tries his hardest with the crap they mine for him and this is what he gets, centuries of shit talk
There is a New animated trailer on YouTube for The Warhammer 40,000: Armageddon box, these are screenshots from It, and... Look at him.
New reference aquired.
Children's Day Drama Performance.
I finally finished drawing him! I think blood angels are really spicy; they all bring meaningless leg rings and chains to themselves! Why can't they learn from their fathers and expose their chests! I want to see their chests! !!!
*Scrolls past*
*reluctant sigh*
*scrolls back up*
*rebogs*
“Chase the light of being free.”
Private setting, pilot setting, modern AU
Agates carved into orange slices by wutong_crystal_carvings.
Source: x
this post never fails to make me crave gummy orange slices
"you could just eat normal clementine slices?" NO! I want to eat ROCKS!
I love that human humor has basically never changed thousands of years ago we were still shitposters
The mirrior of the fate.
The shadow of the past.
命运之镜 往昔之影.
约了咖啡老师twi@多纳洛咖啡派 画了二帝三人组,画得太神了,非常感谢她!
The Ides of March
Here we are at that time of year again😳
‘You are injured,’ the primarch said.
‘A lucky hit. I was surprised.’
‘I will stay with you. Come.’
Sicarius meant to protest, but a look from the primarch silenced him.
‘What manner of father would I be if I willingly abandoned a son when he might easily be saved?’
Sicarius stumbled. Guilliman extinguished the fires of his father’s sword and locked it to his back. With his freed hand, he grabbed Sicarius’ upper arm.
‘Let me support you.’
The ship shook with a heavy impact. There was an explosion somewhere nearby. The sound of gunfire and screams was a constant undertone to the blaring alarms and crackle of firearms.
‘No. Leave me. Save yourself.’
‘How about I order you to let me support you?’ said the primarch. ‘I would prefer not to make my kindness a command.’
Sicarius nodded, and lifted his arm. Guilliman grasped it and dragged him on his way.
——The Silent King
Commissioned art,the artist is SunnyClare.
“Hateful art for a hateful time.”
“The light went from the cherub’s eyes. It flew off, motor buzzing. The primarch watched it go back to its roost with critical eyes. The wings were more than adornment; from the sound of it, there was not enough lift in the gravity impeller to keep it aloft. The machines of this millennium were crude. The engineers among his brothers would probably have caught the thing and rebuilt the motor; he was close to doing so himself. Either that, or tossing it out of an airlock into the void and replacing it with something less ghoulish.”
——Dark Imperium