#sons of the legion

[thursdaymurderbub]

Silver Screen magazine, December 1938

Donald O'Connor age 12 or 13! The two 1938 movies mentioned here are his first two credited roles, after having had 2 uncredited roles in 1937.

[datura-tea]

we'll make it out alive, alright, alright

[wh40kartwork]

Traitor Legions

by Mick19988

[gotham-at-nightfall]

The Good, The Bad and the Ugly: A Random Assortment of Space Marines

By Egor Gafidov

[somewhereincairparavel]

gentle reminder that jason grace sincerely thought that becoming a tree was a puberty thing for all Zeus kids, and lowkey freaked out + Annabeth started cackling at that. He is such a himbo I love him sjsks

[magicalduck21]

Modern AU

[like-tears-in-rain-storms]

First Captains are neat.

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

[reclusiarch-orm]

Oooh what that dick do? (Nothing)

The more violent and brutish they are more I like them. Am I only one who pronounces his name ese-kyul... I still think about him as "weapons grade daddy's boy". this gonna stick in my brain forever.

I remember to draw the ports this time.

[goblin-enjoyer]

Had chaos warbands on the brain today. saw this post and had to make a funny.

[tagedeszorns]

Abaddon doing his part by motivating the troops.

Look at him wearing daddy's claw!

[nevesmose]

✨️ TRAITOR PRIMARCHS x SCOTTISHPEOPLETWITTER ✨️

Loyalists + Bonus

[wh40kartwork]

Primarchs

by Israel Llona

[skuffsy]

Lil' Legionary

[titanomancy]

Where there's a whip, there's a way.

[candyswirls]

Um hi! Hope you're doing well. I love your stories of astartes cuddle piles. I saw in your bio that requests were open. Would it be possible to see more chaos space marines cuddling? I find the idea so contradictory and it's fascinating. Hope you have a good day!

Space Marine Cuddle Pile - Part 5: CSM Edition

Previous - Writing Master post

Cultists wondering why a section of the walkway is void of anyone and no one will walk through it. They barely take one step in and are met with hissing. They immediately leave to find another path. Hidden in a small recess, like sardines in a can or a clown car, man Nightlords are crammed together. Nestled into each other's embraces, gentle touches, no talking. They only need each other and their company.

The only two World Eaters in a warband have walked past each other at least three times now. They just growl and nod at each other. On the fourth time, they lunge at one another as if to attack. They don't as they embrace each other and crouch on the ground. Fuming and patting each other's backs. It's doing what it needs to.

A group of word bearers cuddle pile is like a stereotypical sleepover. Talking about what daemon they'd like to possess them. Squealing over heretical scripture they've written for their primarch or one of the ruinous powers. Mapping out new tattoos of sermons on each other's skin. Face masks to prevent their tattoos from being destroyed. The blood of sacrifices painted on toenails to help with rituals. Having a seance or games of contacting the dead. Don't forget the pillow fights.

Black legion marines are angry at a pitiful defeat. They should have been better. They lost so many supplies. They only managed to pick up a random and very cold iron warrior they didn't like much. He didn't like them either, and that was fine. They start somewhat of a pile, but it doesn't feel like it should. It's not very comforting. Suddenly, the Iron Warrior is there. He says nothing as he climbs into the pile and holds marines smaller than him. A calm grows over them..

Deathguard cuddle piles are hard to spot. Is it a regular pile of nurglings? Or is there a space marine cuddle pile hiding underneath? Grandfather Nurgle loves this new aspect the marines have brought. What better way to share his gifts than being close to those you love? He holds Mortarion like a baby when he's upset.

A Drukhari is screaming to be released from this vile torture and that these mon keigh are ruthless, horrid, and crazed. This is the most cruel and terrible thing yet. The Emperor's Children just purr, content. They will not let him out of the cuddle pile. He's like a fleshy sock monkey, and he was cold!

Thousand Son sorcerers grabbing those affected by the rubric for a cuddle pile. Once in them, their affected breatheren go limp like a ragdoll or stiff like a doll. There's still a bond within those shells of armor. Most thousand sons will also not admit to still sleeping with a stuffy or toy at night. After nearly ten milennia, they have become tattered or broken. A battle brother will do instead.

You may think that now it's time for the Alpha Legion cuddle pile. You already got it. There's been at least one in each pile thus far. Yes, it was Alpharius.