btw for the 400th time. if you draw space marines and primarchs skinny (Konrad curze and mortarion excused but BARELY. At least the shoulders have to be big), when I die, I will be in your walls, crawling, scratching, screaming at night, never resting, never stopping, never unhaunting you. there is a price to pay for what you’re doing in the next life and in this one. just a psa.














