Reblogs & Thoughts

she/her

[angronius]

astartes need to be built in with their very own version of “would you kindly”

[warhammer-bimbo]

Yesss I agree

[syrospit]

yes magnus we see the book

[memaidraws]

To those who stayed loyal, and to those who have gone astray

prints available at CF 2025!

[warhammer-bimbo]

In the grim darkness of the 40,000s, the Blood Angels remain profoundly tragic figures. They have never truly recovered from the loss of Sanguinius, grieving for him daily and waking each morning with thoughts of their fallen primarch, regardless of whether they ever saw him alive.

Their collective trauma spans an entire legion. Surrounded by countless depictions of the Great Angel, not one image can substitute for his living presence.

Most heartbreakingly, in their mourning and veneration, they grow increasingly distant from the true essence of Sanguinius—the genuine man behind the glittering golden icon.

[fumospace]

[warhammer-bimbo]

🌿 What sort of tea is your primarch? 🌿

Lion: A blend of forest herbs, leaves and berries known for its healing properties and energizing effects.

Fulgrim: Wild-grown red tea. Perfectly balanced red tea.

Perturabo: Strongest black sugar-free tea.

Jaghatai: Herbal infusion with milk, a bit of butter and honey.

Leman Russ: Cranberry-infused spirit.

Rogal Dorn: Classic Earl Grey as a base.

Konrad Curze: Tea brewed too long.

Sanguinius: Milk tea with some blood.

Ferrus Manus: Random pocket tea (it was for sale and he bought 5 boxes)

Angron: Microwaved leftover tea with five teaspoons of sugar, meant to be gulped down quickly.

Roboute Guilliman: Tea with sugar. Good for brains.

Mortarion: Fifth steeping using different types of tea every time.

Magnus: Da Hong Pao oolong tea.

Horus: Traditional Indian tea with an iconic elephant design.

Lorgar: Tea sparkling with edible glitter.

Vulkan: Strong tea kept warm in a thermos.

Corax: For him, the ultimate “tea” is actually an energy drink.

Alpharius: Any tea could be called Alpharius.

[warhammer-bimbo]

[delvarus]: flog captain have the duty schedule for the week already been sent out?

[delvarus]: fuck

[delvarus]: i mean flag captain. it's a typo

[delvarus]: ...I apologize, Lotara

[delvarus]: it's really a typo

[delvarus]: ...?

[kargos]: does anyone know where Khârn disappeared to in the middle of the conversation?

[esca]: he has an urgent delivery

[kargos]: what kind of fucking delivery?

[esca]: ass-kicking. urgent batch from the captain 'cause she's busy right now to deliver it herself. AND START READING THE CHAT ALREADY

[delvarus]: ...farewell, my friends.

[warhammer-bimbo]

I wonder which primarchs might hypothetically indulge in nail painting. Fulgrim and Magnus definitely come to mind, possibly Sanguinius when he's not busy wrecking titans with his bare hands... what about Lorgar? I'd imagine he’d adorn his nails with ritualistic markings too.

[daryarudakovaart]

Day 24\Rowdy

[yestheantichrist]

The concept of a nails-free angron au where he still suffers because now, instead of unwillingly having the nails in him, he willingly takes on all the pain and suffering of everyone around him via his empathy powers

[warhammer-bimbo]

It seems that the nail isn't bad alternative.

In fact, I totally died inside when read about his emphatic skills. Because all things that had been occured in whole Angron's life was so... unfair. It is so sad. Warhammer universe kills me one more time.

[warhammer-bimbo]

Having read several books about Magnus, I'm utterly captivated by his looks. His luscious hair makes one want to run their fingers through it, caress it, or even braid it (legionnaries who skip these pleasures are truly missing out).

[warhammer-bimbo]

Warhammer Tarot

XX [The Judgement]

His eerie, piercing gaze reveals only seething rage. Each motion—every tilt of his head or stride forward—is taut with barely contained destruction. It’s not held back from concern over collateral damage, but rather to ensure its release at precisely the right time, in exactly the right location... aimed squarely at its intended target.

The sweltering heat radiates visibly from his faintly glowing hands, forming a shimmering aura—a tangible manifestation of his burning anger. His subordinates instinctively retreat. Even his genetically-engineered warriors dare approach only when absolutely necessary. His hammer hangs poised above them, foreboding doom for any foolhardy enough to find themselves caught beneath its blow.

Ferrus Manus marches forward, driven by hate—not to parley, but to deliver final judgment. There are none who could sway him from this grim resolve.

[lostkhagan]

[warhammer-bimbo]

TW Repulsive physiological descriptions

"You've always been a caterpillar, now it's time to become a butterfly..."

Like the belly of a dead fish, Mortarion thinks, and also eyeless worms on slimy stones, and also the trail left by a crushed snail.

These images rise every single time. It’s impossible to think about anything else, and if you stop thinking and start feeling through the pain —

Moist fingers gather blood and pus from the throat. Carefully tracing each ulcer, tearing away each thin scab. He knows: Calas Typhon is now raising his hand to his own lips and —

A smacking sound interrupted by buzzing. Fly legs scratching the edges of splitting skin, a needle-like flash of pain intermingling with everything else.

"Isn’t this beautiful? Much better than it was before.”

The command throne shudders under convulsions of the body upon it. Typhon always had more rights, more access… more trust, absolutely all trust, and what he did —

Thick green mist hides almost everything, wide-open wings tremble like filthy rags — sometimes they seem almost beautiful when he manage to turn his head and look at least at the edge.

On Barbarus there were white butterflies. Mortarion remembers them: incredible creatures for such a poisoned world, timid yet drawn to any source of light. He recalls the memory of the birds. Massive whales at the iced planet. Bears at the...

Another seizure of transformation forces a hoarse groan, and Typhus immediately murmures something, searches for places where the skin has burst open, then leans forward and slowly washes away yellowish pus from clumped eyelashes.

Even if Mortarion could open his eyes right now, he wouldn’t do it.

[warhammer-bimbo]

How do the Primarchs sleep?

Lion tosses and turns in his sleep. He kicks off blankets, crumples sheets, sometimes nearly falling out of bed.

Fulgrim, if there's someone to drape his legs over, sleeps peacefully and deeply.

Perturabo works through the night. There's no time for sleeping.

Jaghatai sleeps in a well-ventilated room or wakes up grumpy.

Leman Russ can fall asleep anywhere and snores like an animal.

Dorn sleeps a little and lightly, not all night but in 30-minute intervals throughout the day on a timer.

Konrad cuddles with one of his legionaries and has a psyker at his headboard to ward off nightmares.

Sanguinius spreads his wings across the entire three-person bed and feels great.

Ferrus Manus goes to sleep thinking that rest is wasted time.

Angron, once he's finally asleep, slumbers like the dead and curls into a ball.

Roboute spends all of the night writing email newsletters with orders.

Mortarion doesn't sleep well. That's why he's so grim.

Magnus either stays awake for a week or crashes for days, dragging along 8-10 legionnaires.

Horus sleeps surrounded by Mournival.

Lorgar makes a ritual instead of sleeping.

Vulkan works in the forge all nights, it helps to deal with some agression.

Corvus never sleeps—he's always lying in wait.

Alpharius and Omegon snuggle together in a coiled serpentine embrace.

[warhammer-bimbo]

I'm curious if there's any book that explores the dynamics or even includes conversations between Mortarion and Corax before the Heresy.

Given their comparable backgrounds and shared values, it seems plausible that they might have had a mutual understanding.

[warhammer-bimbo]

In the Siege of Terra, Magnus touches Mortarion to ease his condition after transforming into a daemon prince.

In Betrayer, Lorgar says that he does care about Angron.

Both moments are bittersweet at once. Of course, after the next line in each book, only bitterness remains.