#sisters of silence

[wh40kartwork]

Sister Of Silence

by jjoail

#imperium #sisters of silence #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #40k #jjoail

[vezimira]

where brothers of silence

#myart #wh40k #warhammer #art #40k #sisters of silence #misters of silence???

[plasmometer]

ok do you see my vision?

#plasmdraws #warhammer 40k #wh40k #sisters of silence

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Sisters of Silence by Jaime Martinez

#Warhammer #40k #Imperium #Imperium of Man #Sisters of Silence #Sci-Fi #Jaime Martinez #Games Workshop

[banshee-king]

Seeing the reactions to female Custodes has been… interesting. What’s really sad though is the amount of people acting like the Sisters of Silence have been dealt some savage blow by this.

Some people are genuinely acting like being female is all the SoS have going on for them. They act like you can’t have female Custodes and SoS, that somehow one makes the other redundant. I know ‘Sisters’ is in the name, but being women isn’t their job, it’s not why their organisation was founded, it’s not their beliefs, it’s not what they “do”. SoS are female, coincidentally, but female Custodes no more diminishes that than female Guardsman, Skitarii, or Sisters of Battle.

The Custodes are bodyguards and the SoS are anti-psyker hunters, but nope female Custodes are replacing SoS apparently. The SoS are all psychic nulls, but again apparently that doesn’t matter. The SoS are mute and speak through sign language, but normal talking female Custodes is still stealing their identity. It’s really telling that some people’s understanding of the faction doesn’t go deeper than the name, but they’re still getting upset at female Custodes.

Like these people are upset that SoS don’t get enough attention in lore/models, and I completely agree with that. It is really unfair, but SoS were getting fuck all when Custodes were all male too. FW updated Custodes and gave SoS next to nothing. GW updated Custodes and gave SoS literally nothing. Female Custodes isn’t going to change that. Dark Angels have got more models unique to them since 8th ed than SoS ever had. Black Templars got more unique stuff than SoS.

The SoS have NEVER been treated as well as other factions, and whether or not they might get more stuff in the future, it’s not going to be altered by the inclusion of female Custodes. No one is going “I’m going to add more models/books for the SoS, wait, actually since Custodes can be women I’ll give them stuff instead”. Nobody’s doing that. It’s “We’ve already decided on doing stuff for Custodes, but now they can be female.” SoS haven’t lost anything, they can’t lose anything when they weren’t getting anything.

It's just so frustrating to see people be against female Custodes and try to hide/excuse their distaste by pretending to be a SoS fan.

#warhammer #warhammer 40000 #wh40k #warhammer 40k #sisters of silence #custodes

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #Sisters of Silence #Anathema Psykana #Warhammer 30k #Talons of the Emperor

[xmrnothingx]

Lelith Hesperax and Yvraine with a Sister of Silence from Warhammer 40k

Lelith and Yvraine playing "Blank Chicken": whoever runs away from the Sister of Silence first loses. I can see the Eldar being a bunch of tryhards looking for ways to one up each-other. (possibly also wanted an excuse to draw my favorite Warhammer 40k characters)

bonus: the one-upping continues?

#wh40k art #warhammer 40k #Lelith Hesperax #Yvraine #Eldar #Aeldari #Sisters of Silence #Imperium of Man #also a dumb idea for a drawing #but since it has Lelith and Yvraine I put more effort into it #Eldar could use some more fanart

[frogblast-the-ventcore]

#warhammer 40k #adeptus custodes #sisters of silence

[mandoad-art]

WIP

#digital illustration #digital drawing #fanart #drawing #ilustracion #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #warhammer art #warhammer fanart #digital art #lineart #wipart #adeptus custodes #sisters of silence #emperor of mankind #roboute guilliman #w40k #primarch

[front-line-head-line]

Thought of the Day: The rewards of tolerance are treachery and betrayal.

#Warhammer #Warhammer 40K #WH40K #Sisters of Silence #Null Maiden

[tagedeszorns]

Work In Progress: Lineart of my Blanchitsu Sister of Silence.

#warhammer #warhammer 40k #Sisters of Silence #John Blanche #Blanchitsu

[wh40kartwork]

Stained Glass

by Peter Johnston

#imperium #dark imperium #adeptus custodes #space marines #loyalist astartes #ultramarines #imperial guard #adeptus mechanicus #skitarii #cadian shock troopers #primarch #roboute guilliman #sisters of silence #adepta sororitas #battle sister #vehicle #emperor of mankind #emperor #the emperor #peter johnston #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #40k

[sculptorofcrimson]

Aphrodite’s Cell

Synopsis: The residents of the Dark Cells, and their golden keepers.

Relations: Custodes x unnamed f!character, Sister of Silence x unnamed m! character, Valdor x Ushotan

Mildly dubious consent

“Aphrodite, hear my prayer

Sunset rays in my golden hair

Palm tree dreams in my words and songs

How can my pleas be so wrong?”

How could creatures clad in such glorious gold be monsters? How could angels clad in the raiments of gods be anything but worshipped, even as they raised their blades?

“We will protect you, forever and always.” They had promised, so patient, so promising, so monstrous, so cowardly in their lies. They had promised. They had given their word. The Custodes had given their word. 

Ergo, they had not kept their word.

(The lies. The lies. The discovery. The treachery. The girl with her paintbrush. The girl with her words, her voice. The arrest. The chains.)

(The mountain. The blood. The betrayal. The High Lord. The storm. The snow. And the sinking of the knife. The chains.)

(The historian, young and naive. The vids in his hand. The horror. The betrayal. The gold. The stance of incense. And the chains.) 

The prisoner exhales, and shuts storm-grey eyes, sinking down into the frost of dreams until sleep, cold, cruel and relentless, takes over once more, beneath the cold trampling of heartless beasts’ boots. 

(All of them had the same story. All of them would never be free.)

Terra would never welcome them back. In cells of gilded gold, let them dream. 

~~~~~~

“Aphrodite, hear my pain

I want to fall in love again

Not in love with a man of this world

Fall in love with life itself”

~~~

The Shadowkeeper had taken a liking to the painter. He brings the painter flowers, he braids her hair at regular intervals, he even brings her favorite drinks to her regularly. He tries to speak to her, of color and of light, of areas he would’ve thought the painter would have cared for. She did not. The Shadowkeeper offers to take her outside of her cell, to the Imperial gardens, even, to paint the flowers. Like a sunflower without water, she only refuses her jailer, and goes back to her sullen, frosty brooding. Sometimes, she tries to paint the Shadowkeeper. He was always thrilled to sit for these portraits while the painter idly flicked ink from her brush, carving the form of a dragon, a jailer, a warden in the brume, a groom wearing a wedding dress made from bones and holding golden chains. 

Her jailer. Her warden. 

These portraits line the edges of her cell. 

~~~

What reason was there to live, when he had failed even his brothers? What reason was there to live, when his very order had been marked obsolete, when he had already been replaced by the usurpers? 

What reason was there to live at all, when even your death has been drained of all honor?

It’s better not to resist when the Captain-General leans in, close enough to smell the incense and the parchment clinging onto his robes.

(After all, what can a failed Thunder Warrior Primarch do against the Captain-General himself? Valdor was a god. No mortal could bring down a god. It was foolish for him to have ever tried.)

Storm-grey eyes slip shut as Valdor takes his hand, raising it up to press a kiss against the underside, Ushotan not even voicing a single grumble of protest. Cold hands, effortless, immaculate, cup the Thunder Warrior’s jawline, pressing in until even the edge of his vision was blurred by those cold, immaculate features. Valdor smiles as the Thunder Warrior makes no move to fight him, no longer pushing him away as he closes in to steal a kiss from unresisting lips. 

(By Terra. He was tired, so unspeakably tired, so tired of fighting. What he would give to simply sleep, and never awaken before carefully doting and petting hands...)

~~~

The Sister without a voice tries to bring him gifts. She likes his archival mind, she “says”. She cannot speak, and her very presence was like the pressing of some heavy stone upon his chest when she leaned in to press short kisses against his temple. She brings him gifts, silent and unresisting, bringing flowers wrapped in paper and intricate golden carvings and shy, carefully decorated books and asking him to speak what she cannot. She tries to ask for kisses, in her own quiet, skittish way, and sooner or later he caves to her. There was no shortage of joy in that curved smile, forming from ecstatic silent lips as he kissed her, the Sister’s hands moving in their jumble of joyous, intelligible signs the Remembrancer had never learnt. 

Her lips were cold. Her hands, crushing in their grips, were joyous. 

(It pains the poor Remembrancer, to be near her. But she loved him, and was it such a sin to love her back, when no else would set him free?)

~~~~~

“Aphrodite, set me free

Find a way to let me leave

As the future, it unfolds

I leave the past and turn to gold”

~~~

She no longer paints him. Why the matter, when he was at every second of her vision, every moment of her life? She feared him, loathed him in fact, she loathed every inch of the grey cell they had tossed her into, where no amount of drawings, of pretty illusions she wove, could disguise the barrenness. 

When he offers to take her out for the gardens, for a split second of tasting the wind and spring on her tongue, she jumps at the chance.

It was the only time the painter had ever seen Hades smile.

“A pomegranate too, my floret?” he had offered, the Shadowkeeper’s grin as charming and as utterly without heart as a skeleton’s. 

She had accepted that walk in the gardens. And the flowers. And the pomegranate too. His later bargains would not be as favorable. 

~~~

Valdor’s heartbeat is slow. It presses against him, as slow as the exhalation of some titanic beast, barely humming along as if even life had been bred out of his genecraft. Ushotan can feel it just through his thin robes, Valdor pressing him carefully against him with just enough force he couldn’t squirm free.

(That bastard.)

Ushotan mutters a half-hearted growl, and tries to pull away from Valdor’s warmth. The Custodian’s only response was to tighten his grip, dragging the Thunder Warrior closer and curling up against his side, wrapping himself firmly in the closest limb he could grab. His next escape attempt is foiled when Valdor rests his entire weight upon him, his breaths rattling like the purr of some titanic and viciously amused cat. 

(That bastard.)

Eventually, when exhaustion sets in, the Thunder Warrior utters a short, defeated sigh, and leans himself into Valdor’s touch. 

Ah, victory. Of course it would be victory, no Custodian engagement was ever lost, especially not for the Captain-General.

~~~

She only wants to be loved. To be touched. To be warmed by another. It hurts him to comfort her. Does she still even care? He was learning thoughtmark, even when his head burned with every second of her presence. Even when his eyes blurred over her very frame. She brings him a thick tome one day, uncensored from Imperial scripts, and the glint in her smile when he stammers out a thank you and eagerly delves into its depths was not lost. She only rises in a slow, elegant fashion, and kisses him on the lips. The Sister was not adept with kisses, a lifetime of half-paralyzed lips had made her clumsy and forceful, but it did not matter, he had wrapped his arms around her, he had embraced her as she had so desperately wanted, and now she will let no daemon, no beast, touch him.  

(It hurts him. But he loved her, didn’t he? He loved her enough to endure the pain, surely? She certainly believed so.)

#wh40k #warhammer 40k #sculptor of crimson #constantin valdor #warhammer #adeptus custodes #wh40k writing prompts #ushotan x valdor #adeptus custodes x original characters #warhammer oc #adeptus custodes x reader #sisters of silence #sisters of silence x original characters #sisters of silence x reader

[marsskop]

Valerian and Aleya from the Watchers of the Throne, testing how to draw their faces before digging into bigger art pieces

I love their dynamics so much...

#[art] #warhammer 40000 #wh40k art #adeptus custodes #sisters of silence #valerian #aleya

[sister-calliope]

So I’ve been in and out of communication here and suddenly my data slates are full of advice on the keeping and care of Adeptus Astartes. It seems to be a trend.

As a Sister of Silence, I’m used to the more independent Custodes, who don’t really require any supervision at all. They’re like a more competent sort of house cat.

Astartes seem to be a bit more feral. I assume they can be taught to take direction in Thoughtmark?

#space marine husbandry #space marine pets #adeptus astartes #sisters of silence #adeptus custodes

[misternohair]

So I picked up my order of Sisters of Silence last night to round out my Kill Team and WOW is the old plastic BAD

It's super brittle and easy to break and the lady models are SO SMALL because James Workshop is full of COWARDS

Anyway check this Silent-Judgemental-Dark-Souls-ass-Queen

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #miniature painting #mini painting #sisters of silence #adeptus custodes #kill team