Those bad little ravens intrigue me a great deal…
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Those bad little ravens intrigue me a great deal…
“I hated Ardaric Vaanes,” said Shaan without looking up. “Every day I dreamed of seeing him brought back to face his crimes, but now that he’s dead I don’t feel anything. I… I feel sad. Why do I feel sad that a traitor’s dead?”
Uriel knelt beside the body and pressed his fingers into the blood-spattered raven tattooed on Vaanes’ shoulder. “Because in the end I do not think he died a traitor,” said Uriel. “I think he was Astartes once again.”
“Is that even possible?”
“I think so,” said Uriel, looking into the face of a man who had once fought beside him across the face of a daemon world in search of redemption. “I hope so.”
-The Chapter’s Due, Graham McNiel
The main reason why I love Honsou and his gang so much is because they`re so hilarious.
I don't like tragic "villains", especially when they're portrayed as victims, but funny destroyers like him are right up my alley.
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A hundred captured battle flags hung from the vaulted ceiling and the chamber was thick with warriors of all sizes and descriptions. ‘I thought this summons was just for us,’ said Honsou. ‘What made you think that?’ replied Vaanes. ‘Did you think you were a special case?’
Honsou ignored the venomous relish in Vaanes’s words and didn’t reply. He had thought the summons was for him and him alone, but saw how foolish that belief had been. This was the Skull Harvest and every warrior gathered here would be thinking that he alone would be the victor.
He saw a profusion of horns, crimson helms, glittering axes and swords, alien creatures in segmented armour and a riotous profusion of standards, many depicting one of the glorious sigils of the Dark Gods.
‘Should we have brought a standard?’ hissed Honsou, leaning close to Ardaric Vaanes.
‘We could have, but it wouldn’t have impressed him.’
The Skull Harvest, McNeil
And they`re so awful together x) Sexy
Raven Guard plushies (40k version)
Space Marine version of “we saw you across the bar and liked your vibes”
Trying to practice drawing armour more. And its also a chance to show off a blorbo a bit. Lil renegade Raven Guard.
Im enjoying the Iron Warrior books way more then I expected to. There is a high chance we get to see more of them from me soon 😅
First fic of the new year! 🎉
(yes it's an Iron Warrior shameless PWP and you can't stop me!)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
modern au(?)
Vaanes suddenly came to Honsou's house in a rainy night. Honsou asked him to take off his wet coat and shoes before entering, then he realized that Vaanes wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"I told you there is nothing underneath"