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sculptorofcrimson · 22 hours
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On a scale of 1-Horus…
How likely are you willing to follow me into damnation if I lewd Thunder Warriors?
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alternativeminiatures · 9 months
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Source @Mick19988
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wh40kartwork · 7 months
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Birthday Present
by Mick19988
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cursed-40k-thoughts · 3 months
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Ushotan is one head shorter than Valdor, who is a foot or so taller than the average Custodes, which implies either Ushotan's exceptionally tall for a Thunder Warrior, or Thunder Warriors are the height of Custodes.
Also, if he's more muscular than Valdor, this implies either Valdor's a twink, or Ushotan's just built like a brick shithouse.
I absolutely loathe this knowledge.
Ushotan was both a big motherfucker and built like a brick shithouse. It's not really wild knowledge.
That said, all Custodes are twinks in the Emperor's eyes (he doesn't actually know what "twink" means, despite Malcador's yelling and diagrams).
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horuslupercal · 3 months
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artbytal · 1 year
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Recent gubbins, Space Marangs, Munkis, thunder warriors and what not
Hope you like
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evanreichel · 1 year
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first wh big work made a life ago
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Peace Was Never An Option by Gray-Skull
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adeptus-illustratum · 2 years
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Thunder Warriors Art by Gray-Skull --- My DeviantArt My Patreon
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swaggynay · 2 months
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‼️‼️THUNDER SPOILERS‼️‼️
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I don’t recal if I posted this or not
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stupidsharkthing · 4 months
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Thunder Warrior engaging in diplomacy with Techno-Barbarians, Unification Wars Era Imperium, 045.M31.
red is cool, mainly a test more than anything else
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sculptorofcrimson · 14 days
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Tyrant’s Lullaby
Once upon a time, there was a glorious, terrible man. He built horrors. He built wonders. He brought monsters up from the deep. He took a child from the arms of a horrified, weeping family, and raised him not as a boy but as a general. He took a child and ruined his future, He took a child and made him a king, a pet, a dog. He marched armies over the face of the ravaged earth, and trampled all that did not kneel before the weight of the storm. He burned tundras to ash and shook the mountains until they crumbled, He boiled the seas to mist and the skies to charcoal. And when the scouring was done, and the earth was entombed in ashes, He turned His dreaming, endless glare upon His own. 
He strangled the thunder that had bore Him a throne, He sent the golden, the children stolen from their cradles, to plunge down long knives into turned backs raised so fervently before His regard. With their blood they had built Him a kingdom, and with their bones He crowned Himself a throne. And when Terra knelt, cowed, battered, in awe and in fear, He turned His gaze skywards.
And the stars felt His benevolent wrath. 
He bore twenty sons, two of them sacrificed, and He unleashed them upon the earth, the skies, the stars. They hunted for Him, they loved Him, they adored Him, yet some had strayed too far from His light, some had gazed upon the man that would be a god with sullen, hungry eyes, doing His bidding, and knowing His wrath. They are those who were there when affection curdled to treachery.
There was no peace among the stars, no mercy, no rest, simply a slow, heartless drowning as the gold claimed them limb by limb, inch by inch, and swallowed them into the endless light. 
And then war. Treachery, when the stars themselves were swallowed. When brother turned against brother, and father against son. When the Phoenix cleaved the Gorgon’s head from his shoulders, and the Immortal bashed in the Haunter with a hammer, when the Angel fell to the Traitor and He stained the Palace’s stones red with His son’s blood. When Horus burned, when the Angel shed his wings and the golden were shattered upon the anvil of betrayal, the Father fell to His son. 
He was buried upon a rotting throne, screaming hollowly into the fading dark, the stars basking in His rage, His pity and His wrath. He was buried alive in a tomb made from gold, ashen bones ruling a decaying kingdom from the grave, dreaming forever of brighter days. Dreaming of His sons, and how He betrayed them first, how they betrayed Him, how they abandoned His bones. And finally could the golden rest, bathed in the heart of their greatest shame, enshrining the decaying dust of a master they had failed, in an empire He had forsaken. 
That man was the Emperor. That corpse is the Emperor, golden, glorious, and decaying just like the slaves.
Do not think your bones different from a slave's. When you rot, your corpse will be indistinguishable from those of your servants.
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sorormaior · 1 year
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++IMPERIAL RECORD: TERRA REUNITED AND THE FIRST DARKNESS++
This took… so long. Why did I decide to get into the big armour media? Anyway look at what’s going on here, we’re finally past like page one of the big long ass script i wrote for the comic. Personal favourite is probably angel being haunted by the idea of the chaos gods, absolute levels of making up a guy to get mad at. Anyway the next four are gonna get SAD I hope you’re ready for that!!
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wh40kartwork · 11 months
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Thunder Warrior
by Oscar Obando
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cursed-40k-thoughts · 4 months
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I resonate with Ushotan
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darkponymod · 2 years
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Something silly I’m working on
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