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I figured it was high time for some chaos posting sooo!!
Finally one of storvis’s guardsman can find a new line of work!
I think nurglings should get little tails…it would enhance them. A lot.
Gw pls—
Me too plauge marine. Me too.
Hellooooo 40k fandom—
I’ve been a bit slow with da art & working out the kinks on writing stuff so woe grandpappy nurgle & nurgling doodles be upon ye
Figuring out a nurgle design I like 🥰
Nurgle and his nurglings
Great unclean (s)one
Don’t worry she doesn’t bite that hard
Nurgling garbage son 🥰
What could they be up to?
Do we like my chaos designs ;3? (Fishing for compliments)
Master post || next / previous || start
…whose gonna tell him?
He’s trying his best—
Master list || the main story
C'raa is confused
He’s no way associated with this he swears-
Errgghhhh Grghh Ggrrggghh
Noise marine whose excess is memories
Noise marine who can’t let go of his past so he endows his music with it
Noise marine whose songs cling so hard to his nostalgia they hold little pieces of him
Noise marine whose music entrances listeners, whose music sends you into a daze of your favorite memory. Until the room is silent and still as people with glassy eyes shed tears as they remember embracing loved ones, parents faces, comrades in their arms one last time, memories listeners thought they had all but lost.
Noise marine who soon stops playing, and leaves his listeners begging for more, to feel that memory just one more time
Noise marine whose music is a drug, where listeners want to hear it again and again and beg for him to keep playing just a bit longer
Noise marine who enters a battlefield and merely plays a mournful ballad, who stops the enemies and even his allies in their tracks. Whose songs are so powerful his brothers dare not ask him into the battlefield lest they get sucked into his siren song of remembering and loose themselves to it
Noise marine whose music when heard by mere mortals leaves you yearning for more and more until you’re so far lost in the past and your memories you begin to forget what’s now, and you begin to slip further and further until you’re no longer able to think or feel because you’ve lost yourself to a time you can’t quite remember anymore and he’ll look over you as he gently shuts your eyes and wish you a good night.
Noise marine whose excess is memories
But he can never look back to his own
Based on this post
The duality of noise marines—
