#grey knight

[hushabyevalley]

Wonder what stories could be told from the past preserved. :>

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Finally, slowly getting to the new story of this. “Creator” that old cringe one has been moved to my Ao3, and this one? Is going to be true. I remember stating somewhere in March-April 2024? That I was going to create them anew, and well… here’s the start of it.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k.

TW // Death, Violence.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| {Chapter I}

His nose crinkles up in disgust beneath his helmet at the plains around him. His form simply standing in the middle of the wheat fields that extends a couple of acres as they shutter at the slight, midnight breeze this… soil of this plant he finds himself on. Its moon shining proudly in the sky, sending a bright shimmer over the grays and silvers of his armor.

It wasn’t that he was revolted by the planet itself, it looked like a healthy, prosperous one: a paradise planet perhaps, but it was just the baselines on it. The smell of sin and chaos that’s coats the crust and mantle of the planet, the core yet untouched. He can smell and sense, strange, whisking scents of… others. Other Astartes of many kinds within the current of the rivers, winds and the warp. He can feel the chaos at play! The grace of The Emperor has set him on a solo conquest! To rid of the filth that plagues this infringed planet.

He moves, the weight of himself and his armor crunching the stems of wheat beneath him. Creating astartes-like tracks that he does nought care of. If anything, he’s up to the challenge of anything that dares to defy him: A knight of the Emperor. An executioner to those who provoke the resolve of the Emperors grace, and this planet? Would be no stranger for him to finish off like the many others he has with his brethren.

Particularly, he heads for the little home at the bottom of the wheat hill. Warm lights coming from the few windows it has. A small, human-like shadow moving from between them, and it almost amuses him of how oblivious some creatures can be when he has gotten so close to the home, that his own frame blocks a whole window of the building. The bright, ice of his visors peeking through the glass before disappearing into the dark.

He hears the slight shift in their heart, and how their mind thinks. Their subconscious telling them something is off, yet they continue to ignore the instinctual warning, further amusing him. This planet was riddled with chaos, but these baselines have no clue about it? Do they ignore it? Is their faith set on something? Someone? Was their faith set upon the chaos gods? Is that why this one moves as if they have no atrocities to worry about? Sure, it’s a paradise-looking planet, but one would be foolish to look so… comfortable as wars are fought beyond the exosphere, and the system of the planet. Having yet to swarm to this one.

He studies this baseline for a moment. Feeling the blandness of this human with his psychic, meaning they were definitely not a Psyker themselves. His helmet moving between windows to get a good look at the baseline that doesn’t cower to its own instincts. Something that it should have done the moment their subconscious was telling them to book it out of the home, not they would get that far…

There is nothing, not a detail that is special about this common human, however. Only their complete obliviousness or ignorance stirring within them. Avoiding what dangers it was- is in. Trying to live the life of peace at the cost of being unsuspecting; lonely- He hears the baselines’ breath hitch before they let out a terror filled screech that goes through the poor quality of the home.

Well, almost lonely.

He moves again, around the house. Going to stand where the baseline has moved to protect them from hidden dangers like a child. Their figure hunched in a corner of a certain room that he has rather good access to despite being outside. His right gauntlet flexing slightly as he listens to the fearful, rambling thoughts of the human. ‘Oh god, oh god, oh god… W-what happened to my marine? Should I call this up? What would have…’

‘My marine’ He mentally repeats to himself, musing at the words. No one owns a marine but this little baseline was the only thing on that chaos marines mind while struggling in his grasp. His Nemesis Force Sword slowly piercing through their chest piece. Playing with his food, not that he doesn’t it many times, but it has got him a lot more information out of the Marine than usual. It was no wonder the Marine had turned to chaos. They were too weak: physically and mentally. They couldn’t keep their mind off their… what did the Marine think of? Bond? Ah, yes… bonded. Couldn’t keep their mind off their bonded.

It was unfortunate, really. Was the chaos weakened on this planet? So feasible the marine wanted a life with a baseline? It almost makes him laugh at the absurdity of it. A marine, having a relationship with a baseline. No less a chaos one, but it does beg the question… what made that chaos marine so low? He knows the marine hasn’t prayed to the symbols of chaos in a while with how… calm and vulnerable the Marine looked before he places his body somewhere within the home of the baseline. A… nest? He recalls the marine thinking before he finalized his breaths.

‘P-Please, whatever gods are o-out there…’ His mind goes back to the now pleading baseline that curls around themselves just beyond the exterior wall. A quiet hum leaving him as he tilts his helmet at their prayers to some random gods, not The Emperor. That could mean trouble if, he wasn’t looking for it. The Emperor had sent him on a mission of his own. He shall finish it with the faith of him within him. Not with whoever the baseline was praying for. Though, he won’t be apposed of finishing things off a lot quicker with their repeated summons of their dead marine back. Maybe that will bring in more chaos for him to conquer for the Emperor?

He moves his arm back before launching in forward. His gauntlets penetrating through the poor building with ease. Splinters flying everywhere and bouncing off his armor while a choked scream greets his ears. His armored fingers squishing around something fleshy. A loud crack sounding out, and he waits a second before slowly pulling out. His fingers still grasped around the fleshy mass. Digging out yet another body he has slain for the Emperors’ grace.

He hums again, feeling rather… pleased with his work. His eyes looking over the mauled body in his hands: a young male it looks like… Yet he still throws the carcass to the side, disregarding of it. His helmet once more tilting to the left then to the right, trying to make out a… another voice? Was he wrong of just one person being in the house? No, he is not that foolish… Was it a decoy then? No… this one feels… warm. Why did it feel warm?

“You really want me to play “Power Washing simulator™,” huh? What's so exiting about that game? Don’t you just… wash stuff? Like in its title?”

Your voice… it brings a certain feeling over him. It makes him pause, stutter in his duty. Something he hadn’t thought possible… Were… were you some chaos for him to overcome? Is this what the Emperor sent him here for? To rid you of the galaxy? Where you the test to his faith that he needs to overthrow? Wait, he doesn’t like to think of you that way, to slay you. No! He must! That is not the faith of The Emperor! Y-You were a testament of his faith to him!

“Fine, fine! You win; I’ll play this simulator that you speak so highly of. Don’t be offended if i get bored of it and switch it up.”

He finds himself inside of the home. Pushing through the hole he made from killing off that another baseline and looking down at some bright box connected to the wall. You speak like… compliance… You backed down upon something. A daemon doesn’t do that often… No… you were his testament. You were something he needs to conquer. You restrict him of so…

“Alright, let's do this… shoe house. This honestly doesn’t look like a good house to live in, nor does it look stable, chat. Maybe a witch lives here?”

Oh, but your voice. The way you talk. The way you look. How you dress. It… It strangely pleases him more than what a battle to the Emperor could. His eyes beneath his helmet ranking over your digital figure over and over again, gaining any detail shown possible to him. You would make a good serf, but it also seems like you are a person of certain power with the way you are talking to other… people from somewhere. Were you a noble? An entertainer?

He blinks, and suddenly the video of you is over. Did he really just- He shakes his helmet. He cannot be enraptured with you. You test his faith like a sinner, something that was not easy for one to do to a being like him. Especially since you were a baseline or perceived yourself to be one. You- you were something that he needs to vanquish for he knows that he doesn’t? He will be under your influence.

In the meantime, he shall continue his duties to the Emperor. Restore his repentance; faith… That is if he can escape your popularity, and the shadows that follow you.

[yourfavouritefighter]

nexo knights pt 3 the greeeyyyyy kniggghtttt my favourite guy to put through the meat grinder!!!

[glittergentleman]

[ferretpajamapants]

various old the behemoth merch (mainly bbt LOL) I found going through archives 💔💔 I WANT THEM SO BAD

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Seeking

Author's note: More of Draco in Husbandry.

Summary: Draco seeks some more answers.

Warning: Let me know if I need to add anything.

Past =-= Next

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Draco had been forced to retreat from the battle of the mixed group of supposed loyalists and chaos scum traitors. It had been quite annoying to deal with all of them, especially since more than one of them was a Psyker, no where near his power level.

But with the way the Warp was being non-responsive, it had given them enough of an edge that he'd needed to have a strategic retreat, he will need to find a different way to snag those two damned Primaris Psykers.

They need training proper training at that. He could tell from the way that the two Primaris Marines moved and acted, they both were gifted with a version of Seer-sight of the future.

Which could be extremely tactically useful, if their sight is honed, they are properly taught and report their visions to their superiors promptly

He knows that one Ancient Librarian of the Ultramarines who has managed to successfully guide his chapter for many years from what would have been ruinous defeat, to success and victory.

If either of those boys had even the fraction of that skill or power, it could be important for the good of the Imperium to have them Properly trained.

Still, he needs to know more about this planet that he's landed on. Also, how in the name of the God Emperor that he got here. After all, the last he remembers is being on his ship flying through the Warp.

After healing up he manages to hunt down an Alpha legionary- a younger one, who he'd learned his name was Keed and used persuasion to get the younger space marine to tell him what he knew was going on.

Learning that he was on Ancient Terra- and about the alliance between the various factions of Astartes, as well as the other things that are going on.

It's terribly fascinating, and the other space marine genuinely believes this information to be true. He pulls out of the other space marine's mind after ensuring that Keed won't remember their conversation.

Draco will need to go to one of the Loyalist Bases- but not the one that the Salamander Captain Ash'val was based at. Salamanders have a well-earned reputation, among mortals and Astartes alike, and he doesn't want the Dragon to try and breath fire at him.

Ash'val would lose that fight of course, but it would be a terribly messy battle- and would only make trying to retrieve Jophiel and Claude that much more difficult.

Ugh. He might have to fake apologizing for what he had done due to a lack of information. Which might be accepted, might not be accepted by the fellow First Born Space Marines.

The Primaris Marines know better than to try and deny him, a Gray Knight what he wants. Or at least they should, Jophiel had been trained by him, for a short while, at least.

That one knows the weight of his displeasure and how that is not a good thing. So, for him to not be obedient means that he's learning bad habits on Ancient Terra.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, that can happen to impressionable youngsters, but he will remind Jophiel of how he should behave.

His little Raven friend will help keep Jophiel obedient, and he can use the mutated Blood Angel against the little Raven as well. While two on one might be a bit of a challenge, it's not for him. He's a gray knight, has the gene-seed of the god emperor, rare is an individual able to overpower him.

[yuki-l0l]

Heh..

[hooverthehoover]

Doodle dump

[thes-hitoverlord]

Forces of the Imperium of Man (2/2)

[thegodemperorsmycopilot]

[thecrowinggriffon]

Not quite done in time for the game. Oh well, I'll finish them next year ;) Normally more of a fantasy player, but I'm having a blast painting and playing these knights!

Happy New Year!

[tsl-otherartblog]

I recently had my brainrot for Castle Crashers come back(also bought the Physical of the Remaster + a couple of merch). And now I have ideas for this funny lil game. Anyways a small taste of what I have in store as I'm currently on working on a character sheet thing.

[thiswillnotdo]

2024_05_26

[yourfavouritefighter]

part 4: cross over-ish/traditional doodles

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

[merloksdigitaltoes]

here's a uh, redesigned? grey knight redesign! for my s4 rewrite. Lotta repeats of re, oh no i'm doing it again this is becoming repetitive, oh no that explanation just made this redundant- OH NO- Anyways, hope you like it, I'm very proud of it.