#Sigismund

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Sigismund -Warhammer 40k

Commission for @heresyhobbyist on instagram ! ! !

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #sigismund #commission #warhammer sigismund #my art

[dateless-bar]

A visual test version of The Great Crusade Café Prototype.

This is the "Astartes Atsume" I mentioned before. I made this efficiency tool + game because I wanted to use it myself, and there will be a demo video to follow to explain what it does and how to play it.

More characters coming soon.

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Edit: Project Uploaded! Find it here.

#warhammer 30k #warhammer 40k #warhammer #horus heresy #40k #game design #pixel art #Sigismund

[wh40kartwork]

Birth Of The Black Templar

by David Ok

The moment of Sigismund turning into the first Black Templar

#imperium #space marines #loyalist astartes #imperial fists #black templars #sigismund #servitor #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #40k #david ok

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Sigismund by John Michelbach

#Warhammer #40k #Imperium #Imperium of Man #Adeptus Astartes #Space Marine #Black Templar #Sigismund #Sci-Fi #John Michelbach #Games Workshop

[tagedeszorns]

Hear me out: Sigismund just vibing and polishing his own swords/wargear.

Or him just bromancing it out with Kharn

Already did that some time ago!

And also some Imperial Fists (but not the First Captain) on cleaning duty. Because they live to do their duty.

#warhammer #horus heresy #space marines #Imperial Fists #Sigismund #World Eaters #Khârn

[lord-soth-dk]

#warhammer 40k #sigismund #imperial fists #black templars

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

✨Inspirational Quotes ✨

Plus, a personal one:

#Not from primarchs this time #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #incorrect quotes #Inspirational Quotes #Sigismund #Lotara sarrin #Night lords #Imperial fists #Ultramarines #Ahzek Ahriman #Lucoryphus #Cato sicarius

[legiopraesagio]

"Rogal Dorn suddenly towered behind them. 'Does Sigismund deserve a slap, Captain Torgaddon? Probably. In the spirit of comradeship, let him be. He bruises easily".

"Horus Rising" by Dan Abnett.

Sounds like he knows what he's talking about.

Sometimes I think they do it intentionally, somewhat taunting us.

#warhammer #dan abnett #rogal dorn #sigismund #very special relationship

[relax-and-read-on]

My favorite primarch ship is Rogal Dorn/ Konrad Curze. It's... weird, but I just feel like it would work. Dorn's so stable and rational and could be there for Konrad when things are tough. Being affectionate would also be so beneficial for both of them. Also I feel like Konrad would clean up real nice and make some pretty-scary arm candy. I'm probably crazy. IDK. Do any rare pairs interest you at all?

No no, I actually REALLY like this ship!!!

I think that both their brand of neurodivergent would work nicely together. Not only that, but sexually, Konrad sadism would work wonder with Dorn masochism! But, since you asked me for my fav crackship... Here they GO:

Ciaphas Cain/Ibram Gaunt: Listen. I want them to fuck. I want them to do the nasty. And I want Cain to be "ohmygod he know he know HE KNOW IM A FRAUD" while Gaunt is like "What a charming, kind commissar :)". Also I want Jurgen and Rawne to hiss at each others like angry cats.

Mortarion/Vulkan: Wdym they don't interact in canon, they are in LOVE they are SOULMATE they are PERFECT FOR ONE ANOTHER. My warhammer OTP. I could write essay about those two. I adore them so much....

Konrad/Roboute: A wild one. I don't even know how to justify it. I just... I love them.... They deserve happiness, they deserve to be one another rock, they deserve to be not be shackled by the Imperium.

Ursula Creed/Morvenn Vahl: LESBIAN. L E S B I A N. I I had ursula for 5 minute and I fell in love, I immediately needed to ship her with the only other badass woman that was also single in that setting. Why yes, I do have deep fantasy about about a Ursula/Celestine/Morvenn/Greyfax foursome. It would be so hot.

Corvus/Sigismund: I one time requested this as a joke in an exchange, and got an amazing fic. Guys. It's not a joke anymore. I actually really enjoy the fucking ship. Help.

Sevatar/Lucius: I'm still yelling and screaming that Lucius never hung out in the fighting pit. I would have LOVED to see those two mean girls be murder besty.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #wh40k #primarch #konrad curze #roboute guilliman #vulkan #mortarion #ciaphas cain #ursula creed #morvenn vahl #ibram gaunt #corvus corax #sigismund #jago sevatarion #sevatar #lucius the eternal

[ladymirdan]

I've had the idea of making a little fanfic Advent calendar and posting 24 short one-shot fics this December. (I make no promises I will last all month but I'm gonna try 😅)

Behind the first door we got some Angsty Sigismund/Dorn:

#warhammer 40k #40k #warhammer #horus heresy #space marines #stupid sexy space marines #wh40k #fanfiction #sigismund #rogal dorn #dorn/sigismund #imperial fists #black templars #advent calendar

[sonofdorn-vii]

Really happy with my little Imperial Fists top brass collection, hope they release a Camba Diaz at some point but I suspect they won't (they've not even done an Aeonid Thiel at this point which is crazy)

#warhammer #games workshop #loyalist astartes #horus heresy #imperial fists #rogal dorn #defends #black library #sigismund #alexis Pollux #fafnir rann #chapter master #the last wall #the siege #forgeworld #yellow #hobby

[battlecatbeta]

Fistbears

#warhamemr 40k #imperial fists #black templars #Sigismund #Alexis Polux #Fafnir Rann

[wh40kartwork]

Sigismund / Hvarl Red-Blade

by Thim Montaigne

#horus heresy #imperium #space marines #loyalist astartes #imperial fists #space wolves #sigismund #warhammer #warhammer 30k #30k #thim montaigne

[fourgods-nobrakes]

Khârn/Sigismund semi-public sex

The World Eaters are still howling for blood at the other end of the room, stomping on the steel floor, watching the new fighters circling under the lights. At this end, in the dark, where probably nobody's looking too closely, Sigismund's chest is pressed to the wall and Khârn is pressed to his back, fucking into him in the same rough, fast rhythm of the pit fight audience. Khârn was the one to suggest this forfeit, before their match, and Sigismund is so glad he did—it was so worth throwing the fight to get this as a reward.

#3 sentence fic #kharn the bloody #sigismund

[clover-cat-commissions]

He never said a word. Never. Throughout it all, the Black Sword didn't say a thing. The monster. The ghost. The mere shell.

What could be worse than this? What death could be as profound as this? What disappointment, what despair, could ever be greater?

Khârn raged at it. He howled in fury, coming at him again and again, shrugging off the wounds. He wanted the old one back. The one with some fire in his veins. He wanted some spirit. Just a flicker of something – anything – other than this flint-edged, iron-deep hardness.

They had laughed together, the two of them. They had fought in the roaring pits, and had sliced slabs out of one another, and at the end they had always slumped down in the straw and the blood and laughed. Even the Nails had not taken that away, for in combat the Nails had still always shown the truth of things.

'Be… angry!' he bellowed, thundering in close. 'Be… alive!'

Because you could only kill the things that lived. You couldn't kill a ghost, only swipe your axe straight through it. There was nothing here, just frustration, just the madness of going up against a wall, again and again.

The Nails spiked at him. He fought harder. He fought faster. His muscles ripped apart, and were instantly reknitted. His blood vessels burst, and were restored. He felt heat surge through his body, hotter and whiter than any heat he had ever endured.*

The Black Sword resisted it all, silently, implacably, infuriatingly. It was like fighting the end of the universe. Nothing could shake the faith before him. It was blind to everything but itself, as selfish as a jewel-thief in a hoard.

His chainaxe whirred as wildly as he'd ever thrown it, igniting the promethium vapour in the air, sending the blood lashing out like whipcord. He scored hits with it. He wounded the ghost. He made him stagger, made him gasp. The heat roared within him, turbocharging his hearts. He heard the coarse whisper of the Great God in his bruised ears.

**Do it. Do this thing. Do this thing for me.**

The ghost came back at him, tall and dark, his brow crackling with lightning-flecks, his armour as light-devouring as the blade he wielded.

Khârn became sublime, in the face of that. The violence he unleashed was like a chorus of unending joy. The ground beneath the two of them was destroyed, sending them plummeting in clouds of debris. Even when they crashed to the earth, they fought on. They rocked and swayed around one another, obliterating everything within the arc of a sword or the ambit of an axe-length.

'I… am… not…' he blurted, feeling the tidal wave of exhaustion drag on even his god-infused limbs.

*He realised what had been done, then. In the midst of his madness, even as the Great God poured himself into his brutalised body, he knew what transformation had occurred.

They had always told themselves, after Nuceria, that the Imperium had made the World Eaters. It had been *their fault*. The injustice, the violence, it had forged that lust for conflict, for the endless rehearsal of old gladiatorial games, like some kind of religious observance to long- and justifiably dead deities. That had given the excuse for every atrocity, every act of wanton bloodletting, for *they* had done this to*us*.

'I… am… not…'But now Khârn saw the circle complete. He saw what seven years of total war had done to the Imperium. He saw what its warriors had been turned into. He had a vision, even then, in the midst of the most strenuous and lung-bursting fighting he had ever experienced, of thousands of warriors in this very mould, marching out from fortresses of unremitting bleakness, every one of them as unyielding and soul-dead and fanatical as this one, never giving up, not because of any positive cause in which they believed, but because they had literally forgotten how to cede ground. And he saw then how powerful that could be, and how long it could last, and what fresh miseries it would bring to a galaxy already reeling under the hammer of anguish without limits, and then he, even he, even Khârn the Faithful, shuddered to his core.

'I… am… not…'He fought on, now out of wild desperation, because this could not be allowed to go unopposed, this could not be countenanced. There was still pleasure, there was still heat and honour and the relish of a kill well made, but it would all be drowned by this cold flood if not staunched here, on Terra, where their kind had first been made, where the great spectacle of hubris had been kicked off.

He had to stand. He had to resist, for humanity, for a life lived with passion, for the glorious pulse of pain, of sensation, of something.

'I… am… not…' he panted, his vision going now, his hands losing their grip, 'as… damaged…'The Black Sword came at him, again, again. It was impossible, this way of fighting – too perfect, too uncompromising, without a thread of pity, without a kernel of remorse. He never even saw the killing strike, the sword-edge hurled at him with all the weight of emptiness, the speed of eternity, so magnificent in its nihilism that even the Great God within him could only watch it come.

Thus was Khârn cut down. He was despatched in silence, cast to the earth with a frigid disdain, hacked and stamped down into the ashes of a civilisation, his throat crushed, his skull broken and chest caved in. He was fighting even as his limbs were cut into bloody stumps, even as the reactor in his warp-thrumming armour died out, raging and thrashing to the very end, but by then that was not enough. The last thing he saw, on that world at least, was the great dark profile of his slayer, the black templar, turning his immaculate blade tip down and making ready to end the last bout the two of them would ever fight.

'Not… as… damaged,' gasped Khârn, in an agony greater than anything the Nails could ever have given him, but with more awareness of the ludic cruelty of the universe than he had ever possessed before, 'as… you.'

And then the sword fell, and the god left him, dead amid the ruins of his ancient home.

#warhammer community #painting #warhammer #siege of terra #kharn the betrayer #sigismund #imperial fists #world eaters

[lordsofmedrengard]

Pretty sure I just figured out why they made the Eternal Crusader look Like That. Someone (the artist or whoever instructed them on what to do) found this old pic of a Battle Barge and some sort of frigate, realised it was published under the unit entry for “Venerable Battle Barge”, and though to themselves that they had finally figured out what the EC looked like.

It’s of course 100% possible that I’m wrong about this, but I can’t think of any other reason why they’d weld another ship to the bottom of the EC. Ignore the measurements in the 2nd pic; they’re off (2 km length is what you’d see on a frigate, destroyer or escort, not a light cruiser, and 10 km is normal for a battleship; as a massively refitted and expanded battle barge (old canon) or Gloriana (new canon) odds are the EC is considerably larger.).

#black templars #eternal crusader #imperial fists #imperium #imperium of man #imperial navy #space marine #space marines #astartes #adeptus astartes #legiones astartes #40k #30k #warhammer #warhammer 30k #warhammer 40k #horus heresy #sigismund #helbrecht #grimaldus