#Sanguinary Guard

[maniakminis]

So those new Blood Angels

[titanomancy]

Just like a prayer, I'll take you there.

[vasacryptec]

Sanguinary Guard

[dese-o]

I forgot to mention this, but the egg is Captain Furio. (Since his tribe actually shaves his head and is quite big among his brothers)

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

[front-line-head-line]

Thought of the Day: Reach out to embrace the glories that will come

[sympyl]

Wow they really just want Blood Angels players to just go ahead and play Age of Sigmar already.

Real "We have Stormcast at home" energy from this new release wave

[foolstojoinmyevilarmy]

They’re not super pretty but I am still proud of my angelic boys. It’s a lot of hard work to get them this far.

[missile-silo]

Man the new sanguinary guard aren’t nearly cunty enough to work they’re just golden jump pack intercessions with abs like gw managed to do the sanguinor pretty well I’m not in love with the helmet but that’s fine but the sanguinary guard? Bro where are the toes?? The blood angels should have enough feet to make Quentin Tarantino jealous.

It’s annoying because the new Lemartes sculpt is so fucking cool like he looks genuinely angry his helmet is really neat, and Astorath is very faithful to his old design and also looks incredible. The captain looks pretty cool and the sanguinary priest is kinda meh tbh I like the robe on the old design I think I’d rather convert a dark angel into him instead.

It’s just a shame that the averageish guys have been put to the wayside, especially considering that the sanguinary guard are still pretty important units. Kinda disappointing compared to Dante like I get why they removed the wings he never had them on his model but still it really takes away from the look of them. The guard are too chunky, I think maybe Phobos jump packs would look better, they’d have more of that muscle definition.

Anyway enough of me rambling on

[hunters-hobby-log]

So in the downtime I also did some space marines too!

For starters, I painted up some terminator characters. The fancy chaplain tarentus and a print of Calisterius from the space hulk board game. I used mostly contrast on these dudes, but they came out pretty good.

Then I got a hold of the new Commander Dante!

To prep for a tourney I sped paint some sanguinary guard and terminators.

And I also for a hold of some recast crimson paladins. Man these guys are grear, but their swords and so wonky.

There are a few other projects that I dont have photos for at this moment that will be in a future post.

[mustbealoosewire]

Sanguinary Nurgle Guard by Blazbaros.

[titanomancy]

Life will, uh, find a way.

[knightraptor]

I think.

It's time to lament some more

New friend!

Apothecary Death Defy, is all done.

The future is bulletproof!

The aftermath is secondary.

[dese-o]

More drawings about the space ducks.

First time drawing the old duck :3

Second…we all need to appreciate more our orange pariah, she is way more precious than we give her credit for

[interplanaranathema]

some doodle sheets of a tiny little baby fynn bc I am currently obsessed with him running around on the Red Tear and bothering the captains....

But consider this- Azkaellon being a babysitter for this rambunctious little kid

ALSO don't forget to tag with # spoilers bc one of my fellow players for the campaign on this website and I don't want Fynn's backstory to be spoiled to him DJFHHGHGG

[moodymisty]

Author's note: Inspired by this post, and @kit-williams life changing addition

Relationships: Mortarion/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some NSFW references

“Care to play a game with me brother?”

Sanguinius looks to Guilliman with a smile that he does not return.

“Not particularly. Though I imagine this wasn’t actually a question.”

Sanguinius smiles wider, before pointing someone out among the crowd of bodies.

“Do you see that young lady over there, in the purple?” Guilliman spots you among the crowd of marines shuffling to return to their drop ships.

“Yes, and?” Sanguinius has the expression of a man who knows something his others do not, which fails to amuse Guilliman in the slightest.

“She is the lover of one of our brothers. Care to guess who?”

Guilliman gives him a look of surprise that is uncharacteristic of him. He had assumed you were a remembrancer, a navigator perhaps that looks oddly more human than they usually do.

“One of the Primarchs has taken a consort? That is-“ Sanguinus waves his hand and brushes off the man’s words.

“Unimportant. Guess.”

Guilliman sighs- displeased at being interrupted - before he looks back your way, and thinks.

“Vulkan.”

An obvious choice; Vulkan is both kindhearted to unaugmented humans and is frequently around baseline populations, but Sanguinius shakes his head.

“Fulgrim.”

He’s had wives before, though he thought the Phoenician swore off it because of heartbreak. Sanguinus shakes again.

“…Magnus?”

Guilliman's voice raises in a now genuinely questioning tone. The fabric of your robes is similar to that of the Thousand Sons, but Sanguinius shakes again- Guilliman expresses his distaste.

“Sanguinius this game is ridiculous and I-“

Guilliman stops when he sees Mortarion walk up to you, saving you from being lost in a sea of marines. He looks down at you with his discontent neutral expression, the decayed skin of his lips shifting with thinly veiled irritation. His limp grey hair falls in chunks around his face, and without his mask, he lets out a cough before composing himself.

He reaches a hand out to grab your arm, and you bite your lip. You say something Guilliman cannot hear nor read off your lips, but it’s something that visibly surprises the primarch.

Guilliman is stunned into silence before quickly stammering.

“That is not true. There is absolutely no-“

Sanguinius laughs, overjoyed to see Guilliman’s genuine shock.

“Oh I have proof brother. Besides their loving gazes in public eye, my Sanguinary Guard… Quite unfortunately seemed to pass by Mortarion's private quarters on the way to mine and overheard some disquieting things.

“Mortarion!”

There was the sound of wood slamming against the wall, the sound of flesh and skin. A woman’s screams echoed through the walls as more concerning sounds slipped from the safety of the primarch’s chambers.

“Mortarion! Please!”

Sanguinius is still disquieted by it. ‘Mortarion is torturing serfs’ his guards had thought and told him, before their helmet recordings had realized they greatly misunderstood.

An awkward conversation, that had been.

What a beautiful woman you were, smiling up at Mortarion with eyes so full of love Sanguinius hadn’t thought it possible. To think you love a man stuck in a cycle of disease so readily and fully.

And deeply, judging by the slamming his guards had overheard.

Guilliman looks a bit paler, watching Mortarion shove you forward to follow his men.

“I… must go. I would thank you for your time but given what I have learned today, I quite honestly don’t believe it deserves gratitude.”

Sanguinius laughs with his entire chest, patting Guilliman on the shoulder.