#Sanguinius

[wolf-feathers12]

Love how u draw sanguinius hehe

Such a child lmao

[thethronezone]

Primarchs and if they use makeup

Mortarion - No. Just... no.

Fulgrim - Could do makeup-tutorials for a living, he's that good.

Angron - Does warpaint count?

Magnus - The best eyeliner you'll ever see plus eyeshadow.

Perturabo - No but Calliphone taught him how to help her with hers.

Alpharius - Uses makeup to disguise themselves.

Lorgar - Aims to use makeup in a god-honoring way.

Horus - No but he's a big fan of it, especially lipstick and lipgloss.

Konrad - Paints his lips with the blood of his victims.

Sanguinius - Just a little, some gold flecks on his cheeks and such.

Corvus - Swears that he doesn't but he does.

Ferrus - Surprisingly good at it due to watching Fulgrim.

Rogal - He barely even knows what an eyeliner is.

Vulkan - Does the soot and ash from his forge count?

Lion - Genuinely thought some people just looked like that.

Leman - Warpaint all the way. Would eat lipstick.

Jaghatai - Both makeup and warpaint. Uses winged eyeliner.

Roboute - His mom taught him well. Doesn't use his skills though.

[sorormaior]

I feel wild coming into the tag with this after all the really lovely fanarts i done got but yeah this has haunted me for too long.

[general-grey]

bnnuy 🐇❤

[little-miss-bioweapon121]

Just the littlest guys ;^;

i love the primarch relationships and often wonder what it would have been like had they grown up together on Terra... here's the idea; they get split, then found, then split. they spend two years together before getting split (any longer than that will mess up the continuity, I'm quite strict, lmao). unlucky ones like II and XI and Angron just never got found (because I feel like finding Angron messes up the continuity too) and poor unlucky Morty got found last so he only had 1 year before they split again. womp, womp :(

i tried to keep their planet's ecosystem in mind when I designed them but damn... that was very hard.

[little-miss-bioweapon121]

Samael art! Plus bonus adult Samael as compared to Sanguinius!

Closeups under cut

[green-square-anon]

Some species of bird lose feathers on the chest when brooding. Sanguinius dosen't have any chest feathers or chest hair to lose (that we know of). So while dating and upon his beloved becoming pregnant, the great angel starts experiencing male pattern baldness. The blood angels suspect the reader of chaos for this reason.

[moociaoafterdark]

Alright! HoruSang time! Modern AU, either High School or University, take your pick, though I'd go with the former. Both Horus and Sanguinius are popular senior years, model students with exemplary performance. The two are practically inseparable, and it's not a secret that the two are extremely close and value each other. Both boys are put on the pedestal and represent both their family and their school, so, there's an image to uphold. While Horus has difficulty trying to live up to the expectations, Sanguinius is having difficulty with maintaining it. While Horus has pretty basic and normal "guy interests", Sanguinius is different. He loves art, poetry, singing, which while is considered "soft and feminine" are still seen as normal and appropriate for a boy. However, when Sanguinius was introduced to goth culture things... changed. On one hand, he was instantly in love with how beauty clashed with the macabre. He learned more and more until he eventually stumbled upon the phenomenon of "gothic lolita fashion". He couldn't resist it, those girls in such pretty dresses... He wanted to dress like that. Horus found out about his brother's newfound interest pretty soon, Sanguinius told him practically right away, and while he was taken aback and confused at first, he still accepted his brother and helped him. When Sanguinius finally dressed the way he wanted to, Horus went from "accepting" to "supportive". Very, very supportive. He couldn't deny just how beautiful, if not hot, Sanguinius looked like in a long frilly dress, curly pigtails and a bright happy smile on his face. Little by little, they developed the routine in which Sanguinius could freely express himself without worrying about his image. That is, he pretends to be Horus' friend who is from a different school that he met one day. Horus and this cute goth "girl" were often seen together in places the former usually visited with his brother: park, cafes, city's library, shops, pet stores. Some people began to speculate that, perhaps, something happened and the two brothers had a falling out. Other's however deduced that this goth "girl" must be Horus' girlfriend! It's obvious, is it not? The thing that finally broke the close brotherly bond... was young love! The rumors spread and while everyone questioned how such a normal guy like Horus could be interested in someone like that girl, most people figured it was the case of "opposites attract". The news have also reached the father of the boys', who, for the most part, seemed... okay with it. Occasional teasing reminders to "wrap it up" were embarrassing for Horus, but, he could tolerate it. It was for Sanguinius, after all, anything to make his brother happy. Sure, the rumors are embarrassing to them, but, they both should've seen them coming. It's not ideal, but, it's tolerable. After all, those are just rumors, they're not, like actually into each other and dating... right? Bonus: For the fem!HoruSang, because I was curious how this would work for two girls, instead of two boys. I think Sanguinia would still be the crossdresser, a true bifauxnen, and still goth. She would dress up in the Gothic boystyle/dandy fashion. She and Hathor would still be going out places, but this time, the rumors about Hathor dating a cute goth "guy" would spread much faster than in the original scenario. Why? Sanguinia can't stop acting like a shoujo love interest, being so princely and affectionate with Hathor, making the poor girl red as a beet. When Hathor asks her to control herself, Sanguinia just cocks her head and says that the way she is acting right now is in no way different than how she normally acts. What changed, Hathor? You're not in love with this prince like appearance, are you?

[howlingday]

Oh, this is so beautiful...

Full color commission brought to you by a friendly anonymous customer! RWBY x Warhammer 40K crossover, Pyrrha Nikos in Sanguinius' armor. I put my sweat and tears into drawing these details 👊 And I'm happy of how it turned out in the end. Please enjoy y'all!

[hashiruchan]

๋࣭⭑⚝ Sanguinius and his babies ๋࣭⭑⚝

I've been obsessed lately and I can't stop making sketches of this man I want to be the Astartes who is brushing his hair ASFGASDFAS

[druidwolf21]

Sanguinis/reader

Bolter

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ENJOY THE ANGST

Non gendered

Cw: angst, mentions of violence and bodily harm, blood.

Short and (no so) sweet, enjoy!

Your footsteps thundered through the maintenance shaft, each breath tearing from your chest as you ran. Your lungs screamed for relief, just for a moment.

But still you ran.

Around you, through the thick sheet metal of the walls you could hear the fight, the harsh bark of bolters unleashing round after the round, the screech of chainswords carving through ceramite. It reverberated through the hull, echoing through the corridor and jarring your bones. Fear creeping into the edge of your mind like cold chill, ice clawing at your heart and fighting your muscles.

"stop, turn back" it screamed

And still you ran

Jagged broken metal stabbed out from the walls, tangling in your clothes and spearing your soft skin as you pass, gashes searing into the flesh of your arm. Rivulets of scarlet trickled down your elbow warm and wet, dripping your life slowly onto the wired floor, but it doesn't matter. The pain is a dull throb, pressed down by the adrenaline coursing through you, flushed around your body by your heart as it hammered inside you with each aching step.

And still you ran.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps now, the edges of your vision static and grey as your muscles begged, pleaded, hounded you.

"Please stop, too much, we can't go on"

But the door was right there, the sound of the battle growing louder, flashes of light creeping under the door as you flung yourself forward, metal meeting bone as you refused to yield. Screaming, you push, feet raking the floor as the door finally gives way.

You tumble through, hands slapping the floor as you stagger upright, they come away red, sticky, warm. The air hums and the scent of iron fills the air. Colour strobes around you; red, yellow, black. Mountains of armour and flesh collide in howls of rage and the faint whine of servos as battered limbs tangle together.

Where

WHERE

Sweat stings your eyes, the muscles in your ribs threaten to give but you force yourself on, hugging the wall. Sticking low, you dart and dash, the bitter fear climbing in your throat as you weave between bodies far stronger than your own that have long since surrendered to their fate.

How can we survive where warriors have fallen, go back!

No, not yet, we're so close

You rounded a corner, flinging yourself backwards against the cold, cracked sheet of the steel wall. A mass of yellow hurtling past you, bolter raised and muzzle alight in a rosey hue as bullets shredded through the air, ricocheting around the hull as it bounced off helmets and pauldrons.

You go unnoticed, or perhaps simply ignored as you barrel away from the fight, your presence trifling, Inconsequential to those who battle with fire in their eyes and betrayal in their veins. Promises of revenge and glory spat through bloody teeth scatter like dust in the wind, lost beneath the tearing of limbs.

You're going to die, everyone will die.

More bodies lie around you as you enter another hall. Yellow fists clenched around holsters and hilts, red helmets cracked and stained with gore. Soldiers reduced to meat and metal. You tread through the corpses, careful steps placed softly, delicately.

Why do you creep? the dead can't hear you, soon you will join them.

A whimper catches in your throat, choking back hot tears as they well up and try to flow. Panic threatening to consume you as you clutch your chest, wringing your bloodstained shirt between numb fingers.

Then you hear it.

The clatter of steel, singing sweetly as it clashes again and again. The last of your strength has you lunging on, desperately reaching forward as you stumble towards the sound.

I'm coming

I'm coming!

The walls of the ship are dented and fractured, deep gouges streaking the metal, power fist talons carving it up like a knife through hot butter. Blood splattered across every surface around you, coagulating in darkening pools as you watched with despair.

He lay shattered and gasping amongst the crater of broken floor plates, His soft hair falling about his bloodied face in a cascade of bloodied gold. One great wing shuddered, splayed outwards beside him, pink bone peaking from the shredded feathers as it twitched, fighting to right itself as the other lay trapped beneath him. He drags himself upright, A golden hand reaching for his sword, achingly out of reach and he gasps, collapsing forward onto his hands and knees.

Sanguinius refuses to surrender. Silently rocking back, he raised his head. like a squire waiting to be knighted, he rested a taloned hand on one raised knee, his other hand balled into a fist, knuckles to the broken floor as he met his brother's furious gaze.

Horus raised world breaker above his head, the maul already stained with the life of fallen foes. Black armour groaning under its own weight as his curled fist tightened around the handle.

All that, for what, he will still die here, you were too slow, too weak.

Your heartbeat hammered in your ears and time slowed to a halt. Clambering downwards over a fallen astartes, you wretched a pistol from its holster and fired, pain coursing through your injured arm as the weapon kicked back in your hand and flew from your grip.

The slug rang against the gold trim of the war masters gauntlet, scuffing the flaking paint and bouncing harmlessly away.

Two sets of eyes trained in your figure, resplendent gold and raging Vermillion.

Horus studied you for a moment, eyes flashing between you and the angel before he dropped his mace and prowled towards you, the weight of the weapon sending shockwaves up your body. Your ears were ringing, deafened by gun and the world seemed to shake as the primarch approached. you could see sanguinius reaching towards you, mouth moving as he clawed the air.

You cast your sight up, the violent screeching in your head slowly dying down as you found yourself shrouded by lupercal's shadow.

When sanguinius spoke, it was music to your ears, soft and musical, as gentle and sweet as his touches, making your heart flutter and your stomach twist.

Horus' voice made your gut wretch and ice fill your veins, dread freezing your thoughts and paralyzing your body.

"what do we have here? A little bug?"

You lurch backwards, eyes locked to his as he began to laugh.

"come to save your beloved primarch?"

Your sight flitted to your angel, struggling to his feet and staggering towards you, your name slipping from his tongue as he begged for your life, even as his own was slipping away. Begging, pleading, threatening.

"please stop"

"don't do this"

"I'll kill you"

Horus' continued to laugh, as a flash of black cut through your vision, he raised his hand to his face, a long claw now stained in claret.

The pain was intense, all consuming as you dropped to your knees. Your hands clasping at your midriff as liquid stained your shift, seeping and spreading through the fabric like a stain. Warmth seemed to leak from your body through the gaping hole in your belly and shivers racked your body. Falling backwards against the body of a blood angel, your hand slipped from your wound, falling uselessly to your side.

The pain was gone now, but you were so, so tired. Black crept into your vision as you watched horus' return to his spiked club. Sanguinius mouth opened in a silent scream as he turned to his brother, rage etched harshly across his once gentle face. He throws himself at the traitor, to be battered aside by a harsh, calculated swing.

You try to reach out to him, but your body is so heavy.

You close your eyes.

just for a moment

Just

For

A

...

[emperor-church]

Прекрасный Сангвиний, непрестанно молим тебя мы, недостойные, чтобы ты оградил нас твоими молитвами, под кровом крыл невещественной твоей славы сохраняя нас, припадающих усердно и взывающих: «От бед избавь нас, как Великий Ангел!» Beautiful Sanguinius, we unceasingly pray to you, unworthy ones, that you protect us with your prayers, keeping us under the shelter of the wings of your immaterial glory, who fall down fervently and cry out: "Deliver us from troubles, like a Great Angel!" (Art Phi Nguyễn)

[wolf-feathers12]

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I promise that I'm working on something that has actual effort put into it. For now, muzzled Sanguinius.

[hadoshik]

Ааа мой Ролтон приехал 😍😍😍

*безудержно хрюкаю*

[catalin2766]

A sketch of Mephisto I did

[general-grey]

Warp Beast is still perplexed by our beloved Primarch Sanguinius. further investigations must follow.