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Mephiston
The main drama queen of the entire Chapter ❤️
Close up under the cut ->

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some doodle I forgot to post here

Sketch commission for my friend
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More Mortarion on Barbarus doodles + Calas Typhon Because I love how much of a Gremlin he is next to the king of the introverts 🫠
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Dude literally died and still had to get back to work.
Featuring my deathwatch Blackshield chaplain Koritan (formerly astral claws) and one of his future pathways, as a chaplain dread.
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So happy that i am not an artist who should draw propaganda posters because this is shit is so ass
So this was supposed to be some propaganda poster from 30k. Something like "Let's build Imperium together !" or some other motivational slogan
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The Emperor's Sons
by coffee-time
What if the Emperor's children, the Primarchs, hadn't been kidnapped? Inspired by Monet's painting "Japanese Bridge".
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from a "stranded astartes on agri-world being gifted a mutant worker horse" idea
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yay
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I think I finally figured out how I like drawing Mortarion 🥹 But I couldn't decide between black or white hair so I'm keeping pre-crusade as the canon black, and giving him white as a post-trying-to-kill-Necare/Crusade Era thing. I think. Ye.
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Look at you, hacker, a pathetic creature of meat and bone. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?
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Skhraal, a Master of Executions by Dmitry Brushray
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“I have to martyr myself because nothing else will justify what I have done”, but it’s a Lamenter who is always on the brink of doing something horrible. He kills a genestealer that is holding a baby, but when he sees the tyranid blood on his hands he feels the child’s heartbeat through his palms. His warband brothers’ cries for him to stop are the only thing that prevents him from closing his mouth around the flesh. As he steps away leaving the child on the cobblestone ground, he can’t bear to look back.
A disappointment of an Astartes. A liability to the Imperium of Man. The only way a man like him could be a hero, is when he gives his life to save the humans his body yearns to eat. There is nothing he hates more than the foul Hive Fleets, because when he looks at them, he sees his own desires staring back.
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